You’ve done the right thing. Compression with ice is the best treatment for bruising caused by impact play. There’s some more advice on this page on how to treat bruises.

In future, try not smacking so hard, and pacing your smacks so you receive fewer impacts. And definitely stop before you get anywhere near breaking the skin. A self spanking doesn’t need to involve any agonies.

I know the sting of a spanking can be an addictive sensation, and it’s easy to zone out, or not realise how much you’ve hurt yourself because the smacks have also numbed your skin. But that only makes it more important to stop for frequent self-inspections, and take corner time breaks. These techniques are used by disciplinarians who know what they’re doing, for good reason. Play safe, and have fun!

When someone close shows me her bare slit.

Yet there has to be some familiarity, a stranger’s cunt has no special meaning to me. Only those I know and care about can make me stiff. And the display has to arise from her own initiative, rather than from following my instructions.

So it might be a cheeky picture that unexpectedly makes my phone ping. Or a sight I glimpse when we’re together, when she casually lifts her skirt to reveal she’s wearing nothing beneath.

Or when she steps out of the shower, having decided to drip dry, then bends over in my eyeline, knowing I’ll see her little groove glistening.

Or when she casually approaches wearing only a cami top, looking over her shoulder as she spreads her bum cheeks with both hands, whilst asking: “Don’t you think that I look cute?”

Bold. Provocative. Naughty. That’s the magic spell that makes me stiff.

Her intention is the unique enchantment. I’d see the same anatomy if I pulled down her panties before a spanking. But I’m used to keeping control of myself when I’m the one being strict. Being teased by a surprise revelation is what really makes me hard.

It’s the act of conscious exhibitionism that’s extremely erotic to me. It tells me, I want to be seen, this naughty glimpse is for your eyes only.

It’s much more than nakedness. It’s exposure, transformed into a gift.

I love the idea of adding kinky stakes to football matches. I’d make you pick a side, it doesn’t matter you don’t know anything about them. If they win you get fucked in your cunt, if they lose you get it in the bum and your wet hole and throbby clit remain untouched.

I think you’d develop more of an interest in the result when your own pleasure is at stake. If your team is winning you’ll feel your sexual excitement growing.

If your team is losing, you might be sent to fetch the lube and condoms. You’ll be told to remove your panties, rub the lube around your bummy hole, and stand beside the TV with your cheeks spread. As the final whistle nears, it’s your responsibility to make him hard, and roll the condom down his shaft so he can properly celebrate.

Yellow cards mean spankings on behalf of the naughty boys, with the intensity matching the severity of the offence. Red cards earn you a spanking between your legs.

I like the idea of being sent to prepare a ginger root or gingered butt plug if extra time is looming, and having to wear it for the extra half hour.

And let’s not forget the hydration breaks, the perfect opportunity for a 3-minute pussy licking if scores are level or your team is winning, or a 3-minute sucking of his cock if his team is winning.

There’s only a few games left, create your own rules, you’ll miss it when it’s all over…

What pops into my imagination is a reader like you, reading something I’ve written with a throbby messy heat between your legs.

Maybe she’s put her fingers in her panties, perhaps she’s already hurriedly undressed, and she’s laying on her bed with just her phone, my words, and a slippy swollen slit.

My fantasy is you masturbating to my words. That because of me, you’re thinking about smacked bottoms. Even better if you’re fantasising about being inspected and spanked by me, knowing how strict and inventive I’d be.

My fantasy is it was my words that turned you on, as sure as if I’d whispered them into your ear.

My fantasy is, as you play, you’re thinking: “Oh Sir, I’ve been such a naughty girl. I deserve such a good hard spanking on my bare bottom”. You’re thinking it when you read, when you rub and ride, or when you smack your own naughty bottom.

My recurring fantasy is I made you soaking wet, and you’re thinking about how much you deserve a good hard spanking when you come.

There is a special eroticism about looking intimately at yourself in a mirror.

With a full length mirror, you can lie on your back and spread your legs, staring at the explicitness of your own reflection. And mirrors leave both hands free, allowing you to spread your folds and inspect yourself in delicious detail.

Have you ever stared at your own intimate reflection whilst reading The Girl in the Mirror? The story describes a world where the slaves wear bridles, but they could also be wearing the chastity belts that seem to be arousing you so much.

Perhaps you’ll read that story imagining what might be happening to your reflection right now, in another world, on the other side of the magic mirror.

A very warm welcome to all new readers!

I often wonder how new visitors come to stumble upon this blog. Some may have been actively searching for spankings. Others may have encountered a story of mine that just happened to appear in their feed, and they couldn’t help but follow their curiosity. My favourite is when they receive a link shared by a friend, perhaps with a little note saying: you’ll love this. To be recommended is always the ultimate accolade.

Then they explore a bit further, like a visitor stepping into a mysterious bookshop. Amongst the stories, there’s questions and answers, revelations and confessions. And the delightful realisation that there’s more to spanking than smacks on the bottom.