HappyComeLucky

This is a joint post with my friend B1 about a rather unique scene we recently played together. B1 has written the first section, and my voice is after the image.


When you know someone really well, it can be exciting to find new ways to explore their kinks, new scenarios, different games, novel challenges. When you know someone really well, it can be as much fun to deliver a really strong emotional headfuck as to challenge their physical limits.

Somewhere in the murky depths of my conscious  I had developed a scenario where I showed a submissive an online spanking video then performed exactly that video with her watching it a second time  The idea of watching a scene while participating blow by blow in the same scene seemed hot to me. When I suggested this to occasional playmate Honey, it seemed hot to her too, not a huge surprise as she and I are very much the same kind of pervert.

The video I had chosen was a man delivering a punishment spanking with that most feared of implements, the hairbrush. He hits her hard, fast and for a long time  There is a brutality about it that shocked me when I first saw it  Importantly it comes from a major content creator of long standing and I was confident that it would have been fully consensual. There are sites where i might not have that confidence.

We discussed the scene and I lined the video up for the first time.

The transition in her was immediate and remarkable. Her responses to the video were written in every movement, every breath, every muscle twitch.

I watched fascinated as she moved through a series of physical and emotion reactions:



Shock: Oh My God, that’s brutal!

Fear: What have I done??

Denial: No fucking way is this happening!

Negotiation: Perhaps I can manage it.

Acceptance: Its scary but hot. I want this.

Preparation: Breathe. Centre myself. Focus.



The video ended and the silence thickened with portent. We had reached a tipping point and it would only take a silent nod of consent to tip us over the edge, a headshake of decline to pull us back.

What must she be feeling? I realised my own mouth was dry and  I felt a bit sick that I had proposed this act of violence and was about to carry it out.

I took some deep breaths, reset the video and put my iPad where we would both see it when she was over my knee.

Once she had positioned herself to my satisfaction I picked up the hairbrush, laid its cold wood across the cheeks of her arse and told her that when she was ready she should “Just Press Play.”

Just Press Play

I’d watched the video. Watched doesn’t cover it. I was wide-eyed whilst I was shown what would happen. I couldn’t move my eyes for even a split second.

I had expected to be nervous. To be turned on. To maybe be in awe. But this was so much more. I physically responded to every blow, to the brutality, to the….

to the everything about it. My mind was transfixed. My thoughts were every shade of, “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

I consented. I utterly consented. B1 checked in and reinforced what would happen.

I would lie over his knee, and as soon as I pressed play, he would match every single blow of the hairbrush that the woman on the video took with one on my arse.

It sounds so simple. Just press play.

Just! Press! Play!

Fuck.

I was terrified. I was desperate. I didn’t know what to do with myself. Except, I did know.

Just press play.

I stretched my finger towards the screen.

Just press play.

My heart was pounding.

Just press play.

I knew both of us were so turned on. We get off on pexploring the edges of our kink and our dynamic.

Just press play.

I needed to pull my breath and my mind down into my centre.

Just press play.

Then, the brutal, unforgiving hairbrush spanking would begin.

Just press play,

Then I would find out if I really could take something that I was seriously sure may be too much.

Just press play.

I pressed play.