A Slap in the Face

A slap in the face elicits such a depth of emotions.  I know that face slapping is VERY controversial. People either love it or hate it.  It can conjure up bad tapes from our youth or relationships which weren't healthy in some way.

Two things to keep in mind about this issue and me.  First, until we explored him slapping me in an erotic way (yes, it is erotic for me), I had never been smacked.  Therefore, I had none of those bad tapes or unhealthy relationships with regard to face slapping.    It was something that I was neither excited about or opposed to.  Second, my Sir and I have been together for over 20 years.  Yep, been together... FOREVER!  In that time, we've always pushed each other's limits.  It's funny to think that there are any left.

I don't know when the first time was that Sir slapped me.  I know I asked hinted that I was interested in it.  I believe he was apprehensive about slapping me.  I find that kind of funny because he has NO qualms with so many other things.  He spanks me, flogs me, whips me, pinches me.  He clamps, binds, and fucks me in a myriad of ways.  He's not ever seemed to have a problem with degrading or humiliating me.  He's not struggled with our power exchange.  While he has been gentile at times he has also been rough, very rough.  But this...smacking my face... he seemed to struggle more with.

The first few times he would smack me, it was a very light tap on the cheek.  It wasn't just ok with me, it was a turn on.  But I wanted more.  I continued to ask hint for more.  Sadly, looking back, I don't think I ever really asked.  I felt ashamed that I liked it so much.  You know, that old feeling that something must be wrong with me if I like this.  So much of society tells us that smacking someone's face is wrong.  Society often says it is inappropriate in ALL circumstances.

The first time he smacked me - really smacked me - open hand, firm, *smack*, I remember gasping.  I also remember the thrill, the depth of submission that I felt, the flood of wetness it produced.  I was in my place, I was His, and I was WONTON.  It was a claiming like I had never known before.  I LOVED it!  I loved it so much, I didn't care if it was inappropriate to everyone else in the universe.  I was going to deal with my embarrassment, my shame and embrace my desire!  What's more, He liked it.  He didn't just like it, he was wicked turned on!

When he slaps me, I am immediately pliable.  I am open.  Over-caffeinated-butterflies take up residence in my stomach.  Everything clinches inside and my pussy is wet, like immediately, seriously wet!  This all happens in an instant and the results are undeniable.   While it is a gross understatement to say that it excites me, it would also be an understatement to say that it excites him.

We have explored face slapping for a while and now he doesn't even have to fully slap my face to have the same effect.  He can simply caress my cheek and it evokes the same feelings.   Don't you just love Pavlov's theory in action...just a caress and I have the same physical and emotional response.  Even though I have the same response, I often will lean into his hand, silently inviting imploring him to ... slap me.