Gina Loves the Paddle

***  Caution--Severe  ***

Many people love the idea of being spanked. However, not everyone finds the experience to be what they expected. The problem is usually pain: it feels like the wrong kind of pain, it is in the wrong place,  or there is just too much of it.

The pleasure in pain can be elusive. And when you can’t find it, all you have is pain.

A few people, however, are masters at finding pleasure in pain. This summer, I was fortunate enough to spank one of those people, gina. gina finds as much pleasure in pain as anyone I have ever met, and I want to share with you what it was like to paddle her and what I learned from her.

We had been online friends for some time, so when I discovered that my travel plans included New Jersey I was quick to invite her to a meet-and-spank.

Meet-and-spanks are not for everyone. Some people want to have their spanking only in the context of a committed relationship. I understand and respect this preference. But it isn’t my approach; I love to share this intense, fascinating and complex experience and see what it means for other people.

More often than not, when I meet someone like this the result is a good connection and a desire to get together again in the future when time and circumstances allow. This is not about forever; it’s about living in the moment, about the experience. It might be just one time; it might be once a year. Some people might ask, “Where’s the benefit in being spanked once a year?” I can only say that there are many people for whom being spanked even once would be the fulfillment of a lifetime desire.

There are also the questions of safety and compatibility. In a meet-and-spank, one or both of us have traveled from another state so we don’t want to follow the usual rule, which is “meet today, play another day.” Part of the solution is to get to know each other well beforehand, including e-mails, photos, and telephone calls. And of course a safe call is a good idea.

Even after this preparation, I like to meet in a public place for a chat, with the understanding that if the chemistry isn’t right, we don’t go any further. However, if the preliminary discussions have been done with care this is rare.

When gina visited me in my hotel, we met in the lobby and spent ten minutes drinking tired coffee. After the dark lobby, I was glad to take her up to my comfortable room. gina had no reservations about going, and I could see that I had my hands full. gina is an intelligent and energetic person who *loves* being spanked and was eager for a hard spanking. It had been far too long since she’d been spanked.

If you peruse my scene reports, you’ll notice that I often say “punishment” to indicate that the intensity of pain is more than the spankee could voluntarily tolerate. I’m not going to use that word here; gina is a pain slut of the first order. This presented interesting challenges.

Since I enjoy making women suffer, would I find pleasure in paddling someone who loved every moment of it? What were my best chances of making her actually suffer?

And since gina was insatiable, how would I know when to quit?

Let me tell you about the whole scene . . .

Up in my room, I sat on the side of the bed and gave her a warmup spanking over my lap on her panties. Early on, it became clear that this was going to be a night of great pleasure, as gina moaned, writhed, and emitted a variety of happy sounds.

Then it was time for the real action.

Doc: I’m going to tie you up.

gina: Oh, thank you!

I restrained her in various ways and swatted her in various positions. Each was hotter than the last. And yes, when I whacked her very hard, she showed an immediate, clear pain response, just what I needed, even though it was followed in milliseconds by physical and verbal indications of ecstasy. We were both getting what we needed.

gina brought some toys, including a small wooden paddle, a large metal paddle, and a rubber sjambok. I began with the small wooden paddle, using it not only on her ass but also on the back and inside of her thighs. In case you are wondering, yes, having a paddle used on the inside of your thighs hurts unbelievably. At this point she still had her panties on and her ass was turning a delicate shade of pink. 

I won’t describe the entire scene here, but I will say that I made gina masturbate while I slapped her inner thighs. Masturbation and spanking go together so well . . .

It was then time for the heavy ammunition.

gina had indicated that she would enjoy the paddle at its metallic prime, so I wandered down the hotel hallway and filled a bucket with ice from the machine, brought it back, and plunged the paddle into it. When I pulled it out some time later, it was wet and ice cold. The transcript that follows this post begins with me touching the cold, wet paddle to gina’s tied-up ass. Because the sound recorder was near gina’s head, and I was whacking her butt, the pops of the paddle sound relatively faint. Trust me, I was hitting her hard.

The sound file attached to this begins with my asking if she wants to be paddled badly enough to beg for it. I enjoy listening to it and hope you will too. The sound clip page has a transcript of the action in case you have trouble understanding; but most of the sounds are whacks and groans and won't be hard to follow.

Sound, Gina Loves the Paddle

After the paddle I used the sjambok. The sjambok is a traditional whip made in South Africa from adult hippopotamus or rhinoceros hide. The tradition may include making it from the penis of an animal of either species (thanks Wikipedia!). Traditionally, the pain is unbearable.

The sjambok that gina had purchased was made of rubber, not rhinoceros penis, but the intended effect was the same. Think of a cane made of relatively stiff rubber with a middle section about 2 cms (1 inch) thick, tapering to about half that at the end, moderately flexible. Not really my first choice of implement and not easy to control. Fortunately in gina’s case, the more I hurt her the happier she was, so the fact that the sjambok wrapped like crazy was an advantage.

I used a couple more toys, and I did a fair amount of hand spanking too. By this time the question arose, “When do we stop?”

Sometimes it’s obvious when you should quit. This can be ascertained by words, or by simple visual clues. Imagine, for instance, someone slumped on the bed, covered in perspiration, drained of their last drop of strength. The epitome of a scene carried to its limit and perhaps beyond.

I knew I would end up like that, panting and exhausted, while gina chirped “More please, and harder!” This would not be good for my Twue Dom sense of pride.

Fortunately there was a relatively easy answer. Because gina hadn’t been spanked in so long, her ass flesh started bruising early. It wasn’t too long before the surface started to become significantly abraded, and eventually she began to bleed. Well, I thought to myself, guess that’s all I should do.

Doc: Your thrashing is over. I need to send you home with something to sit on.

gina: No you don’t!

She could have cared less but I did not want to cause permanent skin damage. It was a good call on my part. Three months later there were still marks. gina tells me they have faded so much they are invisible to anyone else, but she can see them and loves them.

Doc Tsai

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I hope you enjoyed this spanking vignette.

I find gina’s masochistic achievements sufficiently interesting that I have interviewed her; click this link to read our discussion:

Interview with gina

Thank you, gina, for a memorable meet-and-spank.

This work copyright © 2005 by Doc Tsai.

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