Hit Me!
» Pain
He Hit Me (and It Felt Like a Kiss) is a Phil Spector song that has always disturbed me. But change the genders …
That being beaten up was an early fantasy I know only because of wispy recollections of fantasizing being forced to perform oral sex with a busted lip. Probably dates back to when I imagined being abused by the neighborhood bullies as a boy.
Mostly it lay dormant. It returned when I read an interview with a woman who was trying to find a man to give her a black eye. I admired here courage even though I knew emulation was beyond me.
Claudia Varrin mentions play beating up of a man in one of her books Alexandra told me. Back then we didn’t really do bondage and my only thought was what would stop me from a possibly uncontrollable impulse to strike back.
She mentioned it again recently. The idea excited me. How to do it safely?
In asking for help it was Myles who came through:
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At first, I had him stand against the wall and would punch his sides, hips, and belly—areas that were less likely to be damaged. I later moved on to having him on his back on the floor and stradding his thighs or hips, and varied where I would punch. The change in angle is interesting.
I tend not to do things halfway, so there was quite a bit of force at the beginning of the swing, and I’d pull it at the last minute so each punch was mostly noise and effect, rather than impact. I generally do a few punches, then some stroking and petting, or tugging at nipples, then a few more punches. Part of the fun is the dichotomy…
Myles advice arrived after Alexandra left. But we did try it lightly one evening.
Shoulder, upper back, chest, buttocks and thighs were all fine. Nothing above the shoulders. Being hit in the middle of the front thigh feels pleasurable in a peculiarly masochistic way.
I’m sure well explore this in a carefully graduated way in the future. I can’t help but wonder about a careful but firm punch to the groin.
