Belated Birthday Beatings

What is better than belated birthday beatings with friends? The kind of intense scenes with my kind of sadists that deserve a post all of their own…

The much needed pain-energy coursing through my body. Recharging me like nothing else. Bringing laughter and connection and mind-fuck fear and tears and joy. Gifting deep, restorative sleep.

What could possibly top that?

The orgasms when I get home from my weekend away with those friends, when I received said belated birthday beatings. That’s what!

I’d forgotten how intense those orgasms are.

But for Bert, I’d not have had the time. But weather meant I had an extra hour before returning to mum-mode.

Pressing my thighs together, I can feel the whippy, loopy mean thing all over again. Bucking my hips as I crest the first time I feel the deep, punching impact on my buttocks. Resting my wrist (and wand) onto my thigh I laugh as I recall the kettle bell workout (of sorts) they put me through, and the vibrations set my loins afire again.

Catching the different pain spots, accidentally or not, led to almost an hour loving myself in the ways that felt right.

These marks feel like they’ll be with me for a couple of weeks. So I get to enjoy my belated birthday beatings – and pain-enhanced pleasure – for a while yet.

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