The Lash & the Spreader Bar

(If you are a regular visitor I’m sorry to have fallen into a rut focusing on pain. The joy of submission and worship I’m sure to return to.)

I’ve speculated it was a childhood whipping that either gave birth or catalyzed my masochism. Hence my dreams have bent toward being whipped since I was a boy.

I fancy that I’ve imagined being beaten with just about everything: does it get more carried away than a spliced garden hose or a car antenna? Or in every position possible: suspended from a wall, bound to furniture, hanging by my legs.

I’m not sure if I’ve ever seen the name of this artist. I really like the halfdozen drawings that I’ve seen by him. Mostly they deal with genital torment (quite seductively).

Obviously I flatter myself. I’ve never considered how a spreader bar might enhance the pain.

From a thread on soc.sexuality.spanking:

Has anyone out there ever been spanked while attached to a spreader bar at the ankles? If so, what was the effect? How were you attached?

Don’t you admire the sadist who is out there conducting this sort of research?

The spanking hurt a whole lot more. This is mostly due to the fact that parts of your legs and bottom are opened up to the implement more. For example, spreader bars allow the spanks to go in-between your legs to those tender, usually unexplored parts. It also can, depending on how it’s done, opens up the bottom cheeks so those very, very tender insides of your cheeks are available for spanking, even that lovely rosette.

If you really want to open up all the tender bits to punishment, you can use the spreader bar between the ankles when the person is kneeling and then pull their wrists back to the spread ankles either on the inside or outside of the legs. …

This might be difficult if the person isn’t limber, but it is fun trying. This will leave the person totally immobile and incredibly open to torment.

Well, yes, lock those useless wrists to the ankles. I’m torn between saying yum and whew! That confusion says it all doesn’t it?

… Just give yourself enough slack so that your ankles end up a bit in from the ends of the spreader bar. That’s one good reason to make the spreader bar a bit longer than you can actually spread, because your ankles will inevitably end up somewhat in from the eye bolts. I don’t know about you, but I like to be spread a bit beyond what is comfortable, to get the real feeling of helplessness and possible torture.

That helplessness can be more important than the pain it enhances.

I sometimes tie Bethany over a nice WIDE rectangular ottoman, with a bolster under hips to raise her bum, arms and feet fettered to the legs.

OK, a spreader bar isn’t needed. There’s always, say, a sawhorse.

Oh, something to try when you or your partner are spread wide open and quivering with the tension, get a large feather and use the tip to torment sensitive bits. It will drive you wild and have you begging.

Hmmm … where can I buy some feathers? Gentleness mixed with pain is powerful isn’t it? I suspect the caress of a feather along my sphincter or genitals alternated with the lash would send my mind spinning off somewhere I can’t really imagine.