A quick snap of my booty 2 days after daddy’s caning :)
I’ll take better ones later on but my ass is like a rainbow of awesome right now hahaha
I don’t understand. Sorry. I just don’t.
Pain. Inflicting pain. How is it ok?
I don’t understand. I’m not judging but I must say I have serious doubts when someone leaves a situation badly hurt.
For some, it’s cathartic. Some people enjoy the high you experience from all the endorphins your body releases. Some people register pain in a different way, as pleasure. And others still like to challenge themselves to take more, and the feeling they get after a scene knowing they could handle it.
It’s all of the above for me, I find it hard to understand sometimes honestly but I crave it… And if I don’t have that release it messes with my mind… It’s a strange thing to understand sometimes…
Sometimes pain is pleasure, sometimes it makes me feel high and happy, it’s a challenge when it gets tough and sometimes it’s purely as a sacrifice to another if that makes sense…
Sometimes it’s cathartic - a way to release all the tension and emotions that are bottled up inside that you don’t even realise are there… Until you let it out. Sometimes it makes me giggle and laugh like a maniac (this time) which is the endorphins created.
It’s also about connection for me.
It’s consensual and needed - I don’t like pain for punishment for that reason.
It’s not for everyone.
But I am a masochist. I own up to that fact now. I’ve tried to avoid it. It’s frustrating at times.
To explain a little about this particular time - I have been under a lot of stress with my family, having to deal with things that as a 25 year old I really shouldn’t have to deal with aswell as that day in particular was the 3 year anniversary of the death of my best friend and love of my life. And I was holding it all in. Daddy knew exactly what I was going through and exactly what I needed to let it out.
I honestly feel so much better after spending two days with daddy processing and releasing everything I’ve built up. Daddy see’s straight through the walls and mask I put on for everyone else, even myself sometimes.
I needed this. I don’t need to understand it and I don’t expect anyone to understand but all I know is that I needed it.
And I enjoy the marks left behind. They are like colourful little reminders :) and they hurt a little which gives me a nice smile when I sit down because I know they are there haha