My First Paddling
From the beginning of my jump down the lifestyle rabbit hole, paddles were hard limits. Nothing about those thick wood implements ever felt right. Wood is beautiful. As homes, furniture, accents the natural fibers sing to me. However, physicality, my skin was not drawn to the energy. Mentally and emotionally, what I didn't comprehend until recently was that the entire interaction of paddling felt like...TOO MUCH power exchange, too deep of submission. The surrender too…absolute. Instinctively given the relationships I held over the years, everything in me would state definitively, "Hell the fuck no," and over the first thirteen years of kink and masochism, never once was I tempted or even curious. Until Him. Then that first night…well morning actually, I took from Him what no Man had ever given me. My first kiss of a paddle (as well as many other things I never realized I needed.). He sent me to my fucking knees with a single swat. Knees q...