Hardcore Spanking Fetish Started When I was a Bad Girl

My hardcore spanking fetish got a jumpstart!

A hardcore spanking fetish can be the most taboo and sexy of all. Recently, I realized that my father instilled a lifelong kink in me when he spanked me for the first time. Before you gasp at the idea of that, let me explain. My father occasionally spanked me with his belt. My small body would tremble at the sight of that leather strap. Once the spanking had concluded, I remember feeling the effects of it for days after. In the days following my punishment, my bottom would feel tender every time I sat down. Despite the pain, I began to notice a slight tingle in my pussy. Sometimes in the days following, I would deliberately rub my bottom to stimulate that pleasurable sore feeling.

Hardcore Spanking Fetish Was My First Kink

My hardcore spanking fetish fully revealed itself when I met a pro Dom. The first time he asked if he could flog me, I was excited and horrified. As the strips of thin leather hit my body for the first time, my body went into erotic overdrive. Pain and pleasure combined to create the most intense arousal I had ever experienced. My Dom ran his fingers lightly over freshly flogged flesh, creating a ripple of sexual feeling in my aching cunt. Turning me over, he slid his body between my open thighs. My hypersensitive pussy welcomed his hard cock home as he rode me to the most mind-blowing orgasm of my life.

Afterward, I found myself rubbing my freshly flogged ass. I moaned in erotic memory as the truth hit me. Pain and pleasure have been my kink since that first spanking from Dad. In a weird way, I guess that was my naughty little secret. Now I know who to thank.

Daddy Turned On My Hardcore Spanking Fetish

I had a tendency to explore from the time I was very young. Of course, I very rarely told my parents where I was going. My dad would often threaten to spank me for leaving without telling him. Then when it came time for punishment, I would somehow get one more chance. So, imagine my surprise when good old Dad actually made good on his promise.

As he pushed me face down onto his lap, I could feel Dad shaking with anger. My body was quivering with fear when he pushed my skirt up and pulled my panties down. The first smack of contact on my ass made me cry out. Then, as his hand continued to spank my tiny bottom, I screamed.

The next day, I was sitting in class when I shifted my sore bottom on the seat of my desk. A gasp of pain tumbled from my lips. Of course, if I’m being completely honest, it wasn’t just pain that made me gasp. Every time movement sent ripples of pain into my ass, it also made my pussy tingle. When I got a little older, I found myself being extra naughty so that my only punishment would be another spanking.

I’d been bad again, and Daddy did exactly what my hardcore spanking fetish demanded of him. Of course, the next day at school, I found myself shifting so that my pussy would pulse with every pulse of pain. My pussy was throbbing so much that I didn’t think I could wait for release. My hardcore spanking fetish was driving me to risk a little public masturbation.

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As the teacher continued to talk, I slid my hand under my desk. As my finger slid between my pussy lips, I began to rub my ass against the seat. I bit my lip as my fingers fucked me to an explosive orgasm. My inner spanking fetish bad girl smiled as I slid my juicy fingers into my mouth.

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