Master has been spanking me a lot lately. Sometimes He spanks me before sending me out the door to work. Sometimes He spanks me when I get home from work and am changing. Sometimes if I am moody, He will grab under my hair, force me to bend over, and spank it out of me.
Sweetest of all though, is when He spanks me before bed and I drift off to sleep feeling His stinging hand prints burning on my bottom, feeling my heart in such peace, knowing my Master is pleased with me. I love that He spanks hard, brings tears to my eyes and makes me gasp for air.
I love the beautiful rush of heat, the melting of my heart and the soft, open, adoring space of submission His sudden spankings leave me in. It amazes me how deeply cared for, how deeply owned I feel submitting to this form of domination. I truly am a very blessed slave to be able to serve such a beautiful Master. Everytime Master is finished spanking and enjoying me and tells me to stand up, I hear in my mind that this was a reminder to be a good slave for Him, no matter what the day may bring. A reminder that this is the path I chose and that I surrendered my all to Him.
Having a Master who continuously inspires me to deeper worship and obedience of Him is indescribable. This form of keeping me inspired and flooded in my submission is greatly adored by me. That moment of submitting to Him in so many ways with just one gesture, the feeling of such vulnerability, the pain of the spanking, being exposed, cleansing my emotions and that sweet, sweet moment of clinging to Him after, my eyes teary, my whole being buzzing with such devotion and submission are a very treasured part of my life as His slave.