Notes on Corporal Punishment

A favorite by Jay Em

Dev, that sexy sadist, writes about S&M. I’ve nattered on often enough about my pleasure in pain and the allure of another’s sadism; no reason to stop now.

Varieties of Physical Masochism

• There can be a bit of enjoyment in light pain. As a warm-up, if it isn’t too protracted. There’s probably biological wisdom in getting the circulatory system pumped up. There’s also the risk of boredom.
• When the pain gets stronger and more enjoyable there are separate strands:
• I’m one of those masochists who isn’t enthusiastic about thuddy pain. I think for me to eroticize it the impact might have to pass beyond physical safety.
• Thuddy pain is distinct from the ache caused by flat objects. I remember being startled by the effect of a simple wooden spoon. With strong impact it will quickly become challenging. If used in moderation it is horrible and delicious.
• Canes have much the same effect as a flat device but the force is transmitted to smaller surface area of the skin. This can make caning the most challenging pain of all to endure. Subjectively it can feel traumatic and begin to evoke fear. But given a fiction of violence or punishment it is beautiful in a horrible way.
• Stinging pain is the sexiest. Hot, sharp and burning. It seems to hurt more but is physiologically the most endurable. I can flinch and whimper but don’t have the impression that perhaps my body is being damaged in a dangerous way.

Body Parts

• My nipples proved to be damnably more sensitive than I’d ever have guessed. I can make no greater offering than access to them.
• It is the lower buttocks that is the blessed spot where physical masochism best mixes hurt and joy.
• The upper thighs come next but the coping is a bit more difficult.
• The inner thighs are a demon’s paradise. The pain is cruel, humbling. How hateful it is for them to be hit, how badly I want them to be hit.
• My testicles disappoint and betray me. How often I dreamt of them being beaten. Blunt devices carefully used do evoke a sweetly sickening response. But a light stroke from a tiny flogger so confuse my body that my masochism dies then and there.
• My back troubles me. I fear injury to my spine. But a blow from a single tail landing in the right spot leaves me feeling very enslaved.

I love this Gene Bilbrew illustration. Not because of her. The guy looks like he’s plumbed the depths.

Emotional States

• Physical pain can be glorious in a way I’ve never found the proper words with which to express. Your nerve endings are confused. Everything sort of sparkles as you are unable to know if you want it to stop or hope it continues forever.
• For the top to project anger, frustration, impatience, bitchiness enables me to cope with brutality. This can only be done for a short time.
• The more submissive I feel the more pain I can tolerate because the emotional surrender enables me to focus on being pleasing.
• Even outside of submissive emotional space I can endure pain to please. It becomes a practice of self-discipline. Since I’m exerting my will to cope I may become animalistic and even growl. Some tops find this objectionable. I’d expect them to appreciate the effort.
• Sometimes it is just endurance in a way that isn’t clear at the time. I feel that I can’t decently safeword if the pain is at all tolerable. It was during a two hour session of that kind that I was rewarded with my only out-of-the-body illusion of leaving my physical self and ascending into the sky.

The Sadist

If we didn’t need you we’d just beat ourselves.

But it is you, smiling, laughing, looking at us like something in a petri dish - your enjoyment of hurting us that has the power to give our masochism value.