Flogging… another subject I love to talk about.
Last week was about canes and the first week of Kink of the week was about spanking. Spanking to me is skin on skin and I love that we could write about canes last week and that this week is about flogging. Spanking, caning or flogging… those are just three totally different sensations.
The very first time that I was flogged I knew I loved it. It hurt, but I wanted more. I wanted it to continue forever. Of course, this was not possible. That first time happened in our bedroom as did many other times. However, we do not do it much at home anymore, since the kids have caught on to the sounds coming from our bedroom. This is a pity, because I really miss it. I miss that Master T cannot flog and cane and spank me as much as He should want to do it.
But what is flogging, according to Wikipedia?
Flagellation or flogging is the act of methodically beating or whipping (Latin flagellum, “whip”) the human body. Specialised implements for it include rods, switches, the cat o’ nine tails and the sjambok. Typically, flogging is imposed on an unwilling subject as a punishment; however, it can also be submitted to willingly, or performed on oneself, in religious or sadomasochistic contexts.
A question that I immediately have was: what are switches. I reverted to Wikipedia again:
A switch is a flexible rod, typically used for corporal punishment of the birching type, called switching after it, especially when using a single branch: multiple branches are rather called a rod, a less flexible single rod is rather called a cane, an inflexible one a stick; a paddle is broader but hard and flattened.
The cat o’nine tails is a kind of multi-tailed whip and the sjambok is the official heavy leather whip of South Africa. My father owned one. It hung behind the kitchen door and believe me, it scared me to death! I would not mind to have a rod or a switch or a cat o’nine tails used on me, but never ever a sjambok.
Back to floggers…
I have not only been flogged by Master T. When we had our first playdate I was flogged by Master R. He used a heavier flogger and I loved it. In a later playdate, he used two shorter floggers and used them on my back and bottom while holding one in each hand. That was quite a sensation!
We own three different floggers – one big one and two smaller ones. The bigger one is just a “normal” flogger, with maybe 20-30 leather straps at the end. One of the smaller ones has only two leather straps and is quite mean when it touches your skin. The energy behind the lash is divided between the two straps, making each of them hurt as much as is intended, and maybe even more. The second small flogger is not made of leather, but of PVC and that is just as mean when it touches the skin as the other small flogger, even though it has more straps touching the skin.
The flogger does not have the same sting as the cane, but this does not mean that it does not hurt. It depends on where the ends of the flogger touch my body, whether I find it painful or extra painful. My hips are especially sensitive and the soft skin on my tummy. However, I love the warm feeling radiating from my buttocks and I love to see the redness afterward. To me, the thudding sound when the flogger touches my behind is comforting. Why? I have no idea. Analyzing this while I am writing, I think it might be because of the focus there is on my behind. I have always thought my buttocks are far too big and I have always been ashamed of my ‘African’ ass, but the wonderful comments I got and still get on this blog whenever my bottom comes shows in a picture, has taught me to be proud of my roundness. When either Master T or Master R – those are the only two men who have flogged me up to now – handles the flogger, they are focused on my bottom. Knowing this and knowing they are not appalled by it; that is a comforting feeling.
The last time Master T flogged me was when we stayed overnight in a hotel. I was surprised when I realized that He had copied the technique that Master R had used with the two floggers and applied it while using only one flogger on me. I pictured him standing behind me and swinging the flogger in a “8” figure, while hitting me on both buttocks alternately. My buttocks warmed up pretty quickly and eventually I was squirming to get away from the flogger, but at the same time I loved what He did.
I am looking forward to the day that we will have the house to ourselves and that we can do whatever we want to, whenever we want to. Flogging will then definitely be one of the activities we engage in…
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