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BDSM spanking.
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Why is simple spanking an effective behavioral deterrent?
First, it obviously creates a dom-bitch type situation which can be quite humiliating.
Secondly, spanking casts light on the receiver's unacceptable past behavior and forces him or her to expose a private body part.
...and besides creating an uncomfortable or painful situation, the receiver is at a total loss of control.
I realize my BDSM spanking galleries receive limited views.
However, spankers most definitely are a loyal and intense group of fans.
Mikayla.
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Posted on : Jul 12, 2017
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Commented on Feb 3, 2018
My heart was pounding when I read your post on spanking. At least I agree with you that the trigger for the submissive pain in the past may be. In my case, I think it was my own father that triggered my passion. Unfortunately, I do not know when he started beating me today. My memories go back to about 3 or 4 years of age. The first thing I remembered was when I got home half an hour late because I was still invited to dinner with friends. No sooner was I home than my father yelled at me, "Where have you been?" He did not wait for an answer from me, but gave me two big slaps. I flew into a corner and there he angrily went to my mother, took off one of her wooden slippers, grabbed me by the hair and threw me over his lap while he sat down. He pulled my pants off my butt and spanked my bottom in front of my mother's eyes. The first beats just clapped loudly, but soon it hurt a lot and I began to cry in pain. My mother watched as she begged him to stop because it was very exaggerated. But he did not listen to you, he was totally in his sadistic element and totally out of control. After a felt eternity, I was allowed to go to my bed, because my buttocks hurt a lot. I wanted to lay on my back as usual, but it burned like hell and hurt me even more, as it already did. So I turned on my stomach and howled first, then the tears subsided, but I could not sleep that night, the pop-pain was too strong that night. The next four nights hurt my ass, I will never forget this experience again in my life. I was beaten again and again because of even the slightest misconduct with all sorts of objects, belts, cables, hazelnut branches or the like. Later in school I could no longer hide my tendency to be beaten, which was also often exploited. In history lessons, the black slavery of America was treated, the war between the northern and southern states and I also read the fairy tale of Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn on this topic, saw also on television the film adaptation on this topic. I was already relatively early anal deflowered, it was an older boy who took me in the toilet the innocence and inseminated me at his peak anal inseminated. Now I was not stupid and knew that the man with his sperm can impregnate a woman to give birth to children. I felt a pleasant sensation as he injected his semen into my butt and I felt a strange pleasant feeling in my stomach all of a sudden. In my mind I was thinking about an older beautiful girl in his class, I imagined how I would be you who he just inseminated and how nice it would be for me to be that girl. Over time, an ever greater passion developed into me wanting to be a girl. So I had at night when I was alone, the urgent desire to be such a white daughter of a white slave owner. I dreamed black strong men climbing through the open window, handcuffing me to the room around me. They dragged me to them in the shed, beating me with their whips very painfully and loudly. I suddenly had an urge to be whipped. So I undressed and took a long belt, I bit into my pillow with full force while I had to change hands over and over so I could spank myself embarrassed Popo with the belt. I hurt myself a lot, but in my mind I was with the black men, saw their wrath-distorted faces and saw how loud the whip on my skin and how the first thick, red-blue discolored welts formed. I did it until I could not stand until I lost consciousness and fell asleep exhausted. When I was 13, I was in a mom and pop shop, when a 55-year-old blonde beautiful woman entered the store. She was really beautiful, but her eyes were very cold, I felt like I was looking into the eyes of a dead woman. In a cold voice she said "I want to whip you", my breath caught, I did not know what to say and the other people in the shop just looked stupid. How could you know that I was very keen to be whipped and beaten? Did you look at it? I did not know it. As if hypnotized, I ran after her, to her house and to the shed, she dominated me "undressing", so I undressed and you tied my hands between two wooden pillars. Then she turned on a record player and a classical music sounded, I think it was Bach or something. She went behind me and started whipping me to the beat of the music. I was very proud and did not see it, to show her my inclinations, to let me go, I made it to the fifth lash, then I shouted out my desire for strong pain out of me, which drove her even further. In my mind I was back in the shed of black slaves, but not you was the woman of my submissive desires that lashed me. no, it was a very strong, big black woman with very big hard breasts. The black men, it was like s.den 40 men, got their cocks out and jerked off. This also aroused my black tormentor, her breasts were now really hard and her too tight shirt burst open on her. Her huge breasts popped out of her open shirt and her stiffly extended nipples had the length and thickness of a walkman battery. The woman was out of her mind and completely out of control and with something of a sadistic lust you again and again very hard and mega painful her long bullwhip of about 25 meters long on my body popping, her breasts swinging very horny in time, the Blacks enjoyed the sight of this angry beautiful woman, the cries of pain that lured her whip out of my mouth and finally the BBC tails squirted their mega-loadings of their baby-making seed meter-long into the room. She was completely upset and drove herself through her sadistic whimpering into a gigantic climax, this magnificent dominant sadistic black pearl of my dreams. After all, I did not know myself anymore, although I was very excited, which I already knew. But I had to inject at once, I could do what I wanted, without even touching my cock once, I felt how painful my testicles twitched to each time a strong splash of my sperm Out to fling
out of my eggs. I have never experienced anything like this before, without having control of it my testicles were totally empty, until they were contracted painfully small. The woman untied me, I fell to the ground and she just let me down. It was a very exciting, painfully hot experience, so to be whipped for the first time to Orgasm, a wonderfully beautiful feeling. Of course, I could not tell my parents and my family about my passion and inclinations, I think my father would have killed me then and disguised it as an accident. After all, it was our French neighbor who, together with her sister, put on my first make-up nicely and dressed me up as a sweet girl. After all, it was the two who introduced me to Babystrich on the streets of Germany. I will dedicate myself to a suitable caption here on Imgagefap!
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Commented on Jul 12, 2017
I'm sure that spankers also use your galleries as examples for potential spankees as to the consequences of their misdeeds.
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Commented on Jul 12, 2017
Probably you nailed most the reasons its such a strong tool. Humiliation in general is both a strong tool and super erotic depending on how its used lol
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