Having had hundreds of the painful kind, it is strange to find that spanking, done correctly can be pleasurable, so I may include one in one of my stories sometime.

Properly done, such um administration can send you on a high that rivals any drug I ever tried. Mine started with me nude, lying on my stomach, and to be clear, doing that does not painfully smash your boobs.

He rubbed some sort of oil on my back from shoulders to feet. It was actually quite a pleasant massage. Then he began to lightly tap me along the back, posterior and thighs just hard enough to be felt and sting very slightly but not hurt. That went on for a few minutes and then he used his bare hand on me, changing the rhythm to surprise me. Then he started in with a proper flogger, and he told me that it must not be just any old flogger, but a special one. Somewhere along the line, I dozed only to be wakened briefly when his whacks stung a bit.

He talked softly to me, saying sweet nothings. Actually he could have hypnotized me but I was not lucid enough to know. This went on for over an hour. Once or twice he would whack me hard enough to bring tears, but then would rub the area until the pain was gone, all the time talking in comforting tones to me.

I do not remember any sort of trash talk like: "You will obey me, or I am your Master". His talk was actually very soothing. Eventually he left me to doze; covering me with a soft blanket.

When he wakened me, he had me roll over and sit on my bottom, which by now was mildly sore. He counseled me that my bottom would be sore like that for a couple weeks and every time I sat, I would likely giggle. Even thinking about it would produce quite a lot of pleasure.

And, that is exactly what happened. I would waken in the morning giggling when I thought of it.

I have since tried to contact the man, who charged me nothing at all. He did not actually hurt me but uncovered for me my deep and profound connection with pleasure and pain. I have tried to find him quite persistently at times, but there seemed to be some sort of ruction with the FBI. If I ever got to testify in court, it would be on his behalf.

One must be really careful as you can fall prey to some really dangerous bastards who do not know a decent flogging from the hole in their arse. Sadly, Homeland Security is involved in it now. One of my sources said that most of their budget is spent trying to run human traffickers down. I think I could help them a lot. I would just shoot the bad ones. Human Trafficking is no joke and a horrendous amount of it goes on. I wish they would employ me as a sniper. Screw due process. In some ways, what my step father did to me, traffickers do to others.

It is sad that the plod mix up slightly kinky folk with the slime around us.

If anyone knows where I can find a gentle flogger, please tell them of my existence?

Gwendolyn

And lived within 500 miles of me, I would visit you from time to time. Some dangerous basterds think they do, but don't.

G