"I Want to See Your Face when I'm Spanking You!"

First things first... The pictures for the HNT, the last Bratpack HNT. For me it's not even HNT, so, like the girls say, I'm just using my pretty socks and feet to give it a good kick in the ass. The other HNT ass-kickers are Tigger, Lessa, and Spice. It's a group picture this time.

Second picture:


Now, back to our post...

Yesterday I was interested in being lonely in a corner. Today I remember another spanking that made me quite unconfortable.

After weeks of spanking-chatting, many hours of bratting, and even more of being annoying, Jack couldn't take it anymore. "But this time I want to see your face when I spank you," he said.

What's with this interest of seeing my face? Showing my face is the last thing I want when I get spanked. It's like staring in the mirror and you know someone is peaking. I don't want him to see my expression of pain and surprise, but he loves that. He makes me look at him during sex, when we push our games to almost full D/s. He wants me to look into his eyes and beg: "No more, please."

So this time he wanted to see my face expression while spanking me. I protested. That was certainly not what I wanted. I wanted the classic stuff, the otk position that I can break. I didn't want to face myself and my fears and my embarassement. It was humiliating. Of course that Jack doesn't care about that.

It's not my place to decide what I get and when I get it. It's his. "Did I ask you if you wanted or not? Who says spanking is about wanting?" And that shuts my mouth usually.

I panicked. The moment he grabbed my ankles and lifted them high, above my head, I was gone from this world. I tried to hide my face in my knees, but it didn't work. So I grabbed the bedsheet in my fists and decided not to show any emotion while he was spanking me. Useless to say that this is not the way things work. Having a blank face during a spanking is as likely to happen as correct diction with a dick in your mouth. I couldn't be poker faced not even for the first swat. I closed my eyes, blocking his image away, and my own, like in a mirror. But he asked me, punctuating his request with harder slaps, to open them.

Pain had no importance compared to my shameful situation. If only the ground had opened to swallow me and my face and my butt, all in one.

His look was amused, again. Teasing. Dominant. "Look what I'm doing to you. I'm spanking you like a naughty baby!" That made me protest even more. "How does it feel to be spanked like this?" I have no idea what the answer was, but I wouldn't be surprised if it was a bare mumble.

And do you know the question which you don't want to hear when you're getting your ass tanned in such a position? "Tell me why you are getting spanked like a naughty girl?"

Time-out!


First, don't look into my eyes when you are calling me a 'naughty girl'. That makes me hot and it embarasses the crap out of me. Second, I don't think you really care why I get spanked: the question is more to knock me out, not to establish a connection between the bad behavior and my spanking.

This is the question that throws me into headspace, and makes sure I move into submissive-mode - fast!

So a spanking ceases to be a just a spanking when such an awkward position occurs.

*shuddering* God, please don't let Jack read this post, or else, I am in big fat trouble!