#impact play.

[watersmoothstones]

stretch me out on your cock, too dry, too big, stick four fingers in my mouth, and slap me over and over until you come from the way i clench around you when i cry

[watersmoothstones]

a knight's public spanking takes place on the practice field. it's only for the other knights and squires to witness. 

the knight arrives to the field without armor, without station. only the thin layers generally worn beneath their padded clothing. and those they strip off once they reach the field, bared completely to their peers. 

it is the knight's leige who comes to spank them. their lord or lady, dressed in full regalia, wielding the instrument of their choice -- paddle, switch, whip, flogger. sometimes, if the knight's error is particularly intimate, their leige will use only the uncallused palm of their hand. 

a padded chair is placed at the center of the field. the prince or princess, king or queen, already seated before their knight arrives. it is the knight's duty to lay their naked body across their liege's lap. to hold themself still as the blows rain down. 

only the knight counts each strike. the rest of the field is silent. watching. accepting the knight's attonement. knowing they too have been in that place, will be in that place again. 

it is expected that the knight will be hard or wet or both by the time their punishment is through. such is the way of knights. and if their lord or lady orders away the rest of them, orders the knight to their knees, and lifts the hems of their skirts, or unlaces the fly of their breeches, for one last reminder of station, then whether or not the knight is allowed to come is entirely in their liege's hands. 

[watersmoothstones]

a princess' public spanking is something between a formal declaration and any other public punishment in the city square. she's marched out in the full regalia of her station, a parade of the court, up to the stage which was built and fitted with a padded spanking bench over the last few days, anticipation rising among the people, excitement at the idea of seeing a royal punished before them. 

the king and queen, the princess' siblings, her uncles and aunts, tutors and knights, are arrayed around the east side of the square. the rest of it is packed with the jostling and jeering crowd of her citizens. constructed and

she is stripped of her finest adornments, her jewelry which she was instructed to wear just so she could relinquish it, her brocade gown and dress, her silk petticoat, each falling to the wooden planks, her embroidered corset unlaced and removed, her shoes and stockings set to the side, until she stands nearly bare before the city, only her fine, fluttery chemise maintaining any joke of modesty. 

she walks on bare feet to the bench and bends herself over it with all the regality she can muster, but she can’t help her flush as the master of discipline lifts her last skirt and folds it up over her waist. the proclamation of her crimes and failures and of the resultant punishment is read out. she does not hide her face. 

and then it begins. 

the master of discipline uses a paddle, not a switch or whip, not his hand. the princess doesn't know why, exactly, but she wishes it were his hand. the paddle is a solid wood, and when it lands, the shock of the strike jolts through her body before the pain brightens on her skin. the master of discipline calls out, "one!" and the crowd lend their voices. they count every strike for her. a chorus of numbers rising and ringing out. her face flushes as red as her ass. 

it takes forever. there's a ceremony in it -- step in, strike, count, retreat, pause -- that draws one hundred strikes out for long, humiliating minutes. what's worse, she can feel herself getting wet. 

she doesn't know why she's getting wet. but she can feel the cool air of early spring catching in the slick wetness that seems to be growing between her thighs. she feels it more when she rubs them together, when she spreads them apart. it doesn't matter what she does -- whether she focuses on the pain of each strike, on the loud chorus of her people, of the sharp, raking eyes of her court. she only feels herself getting wetter. 

the last ten strikes are nearly impossible to take, the pause between them seeming to draw out to an eternity. but when they're done, when the voices ring out, "one hundred!" it isn't relief she feels. the pain, deep and stinging, both, settles into her skin, and her face heats as the master of discipline approaches to fold her skirt back down. she can tell when he sees her, wet and dripping down her thighs, because he pauses, gasps, and lets out a tiny groan that only she can hear. he's quick to smooth the chemise back into place, to help her rise to her feet, but he saw. she knows he saw. 

she is redressed in her finery, the layers of fabric now pressing too heavy and too hard against the raw skin of her ass. she is paraded back inside, her indescretions attoned for, her freedom regained. 

it's later, when the master of discipline finds her in her chambers. a salve for the bruises. this is normal. this is his job. but he saw. he knows. 

the princess, already dressed down for the evening, bend herself over the foot of her bed, lifts the hems of her own skirt, and lets his fingers go where they may. 

[watersmoothstones]

i want my wife to paddle me with one of those electric bug zapper rackets

[blueberry-mischief]

I would very much like to be used as stress relief... Or something similar...

I'm imagining one of my lovely partners seeing me in bed, in a tank top and boxers, and deciding that they wish to use me in some way as stress relief - or simply deciding that I've been good and so deserve to pleasure them in some way.

Be that flipping me over and fucking into me with fingers, cock or toys - for their entertainment or to get off, -

Or making me ride them until I can barely move and/or ordering me to cum over and over until I'm a fuck-drunk mess,

be that spanking me- even whipping me with belt or flogger just to hear me moan and beg for more, while they cover me in pretty marks (and hopefully work out some stress)

Be that using my mouth to make them cum over and over while I'm left dripping and desperate for more;

Or whatever else they'd like to do with me. Perhaps I get ganged up on, perhaps two of us get to pleasure one partner, or I'm edged for their entertainment, or made to put on a show to please them - perhaps going down on one partner while another watches - being their entertainment for the evening-

I'm just a bit of a needy (pain) slut at the moment... I don't mind if their pleasure or my pain is the goal (though I always want more of both) I would just very very much like to be used by (at least) one of my lovely partners...

[watersmoothstones]

woke up this morning and just wanted you to hit me. bend me over and spank me until your hand can’t take it anymore, then let the pain start to sink in while you go get the paddle, or your belt, and start it all over again. i don’t want to be able to sit down today without a cushion

[squirting-sub]

New bruises two days after. She figured out that hitting my thighs and just below my ass hurts a lot more. You can even see the bruise on my inner thigh which caused me to whimper and stop counting.

[faerwolf]

you know, on days like this when I can't do much of anything, having a sub to order around would be nice. The cane I have within reach is just a bonus.