The wooden brush always gives me shivers. It looks so innocuous sitting there on the night stand, but I know from first-hand experience how much it stings. I remember wooden hairbrush punishments from when I was younger, held firmly over Sir's lap on the edge of the bed, howling. The pain seemed unbearable, but afterwards, remembering it turned me on.
This one is a clothes brush. It’s heavy. When you pick it up in your hand you can feel the weight. Being spanked with this brush combines the unique sensations of heavy thud and blazing sting. It packs a serious punch. But however much it hurts, the way it feels is undeniably erotic.
Bending over, offering my bottom to this brush, I feel little and helpless. The silky wood caresses my skin in preparation for a stroke. I squirm. When it lands the weight of it sends vibrations deep into my muscles, even as the smooth wood feels like it’s setting my skin on fire.
In this fantasy I’m ordered to bend over in the middle of the room. My disciplinarian likes me in skimpy clothes, so I’m wearing my shortest denim shorts. The flesh on my bare thighs prickles with fear as I imagine the brush landing there, imprinting dark pink ovals of pain on the backs of my legs. My toes are pointed, displaying my legs and bare feet to best advantage. I’m ordered to spread my legs, pulling the denim even tighter over the mounds of my bottom, the seam tugging between my buttocks.
Over denim, the brush feels almost sensual. But I know that as soon as my shorts come down the sting will be much worse.
Fearfully, I step out of the shorts, and bend back over. My lacy panties don’t offer much protection. As my bottom pinkens under the brush, I can’t help reaching back and giving my bum cheeks a squeeze.
Finally, my knickers are yanked down for a final six crisp smacks on the bare. Then I have to stand nose to the wall to let it sink in. I can’t resist reaching back to massage my sore behind – but of course, I’m not allowed to get away with that. I have to place my hands on my head.
As I stand facing the wall, I’m meant to be thinking about the punishment I’m received and how I’m going to change my behaviour in future. But as heat radiates out from my spanked bottom, I’m secretly squeezing my thighs together, enjoying how turned on I am.