My First Wallop – Sep 4, 2018

In 2018, Dom told me he wanted to spank me. It sounded harmless enough at the time, but I had no idea how far he intended to go. Since we were total novices with no gear to speak of, he sent me on a scavenger hunt to procure the instruments for my own undoing.

I returned with a makeshift toolkit: a bamboo garden pole, a slab of cardboard reinforced with heavy packing tape, and a plastic spatula. But it wasn’t enough. He demanded I sneak into the neighbor’s yard to cut fresh switches from a bush—to make the session “official,” he said.

Once I was back, the atmosphere shifted. He had me strip bare and tied each of my limbs to the corners of the bed, spreading me wide and helpless. He shoved a gag into my mouth, a cold reminder that my screams weren’t meant for the neighbors’ ears.

For two hours, he was relentless. He rotated through all four devices, striking without a hint of hesitation. When the heat in my skin became unbearable, he used ice cubes to “cool” me down—only to shove them deep inside me to melt. The sight of my suffering was his fuel. He ended the night by taking me hard and deep, leaving his masculine mark spread across my swollen, pulsing heat like a trophy. My ass stayed a deep, angry red for over a week, and sitting down was a physical impossibility for days. It was the most intense initiation I could have imagined.

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