I have four things I love to be hit with. These are my beloved impact implements.
- my spouse’s hands
- the flogger my spouse made of black parachute cord
- a colorful wooden spatula
- a shortened yardstick
Yes, such good things.
thuddy vs stingy
I like a mix of thud and sting. My spouse’s hand is my favorite thing to be hit with. But he can only do that for so long without hurting himself. So the impact implements are useful.
The flogger is cool but I’m afraid it’s too fragile. We brought it with us to the last play party we attended, and I refused to expose my ass. So my spouse was hitting me harder and harder, so I could get the sensation I wanted through bloomers, and he mentioned he was afraid of the flogger falling apart. Maybe we can strengthen it.
The spatula is so pretty, colorful, and simple. It’s solid and hard. I’m grateful for its service, and it gives me the nickname Pancake. I feel like my ass cheeks are delicious pancakes, when my spouse hits me with the spatula. I decide Pancake is a great name, and I should go by that. Then I forget until the next time he hits me with the spatula. Some kind of sexual amnesia?
Other than his hands, my favorite impact implement these days is the shortened yardstick. Can I tell you the story of it?
the story of the shortened yardstick
Once upon a time, there was a textile store. It’s big and has fancy looms, natural dyeing materials, stuff for sale that artisans made like gorgeous shawls. They give classes and repair looms.
Yarn is good there, especially the estate sale yarn. I think of it as the yarn of the dead. They sell it by the pound instead of the skein. I’ve bought some amazing threads there for the crafts that I do. But I feel worried about it sometimes that it might be contaminated by moths or other unwanted insect life. I have to weigh the risk with the reward.
But my very favorite part of this store is the free area which is right by the door. Vintage “how to” crafting books, crafting magazines, colorful fabric scraps, used dyeing supplies….
There in the free area, I found the shortened yardstick. I grabbed it impulsively with no plan for its use. The shortened yardstick just seemed like a useful object to have around.
kink
I was never Catholic and never had a ruler fetish or nun fetish. The first time I asked my spouse to hit me with it, it was a joke. I had no idea how good it would feel.
At about two feet long, it’s the perfect length: long enough to be substantial and get a good grip on, but any longer it might feel like it would snap. What a thrill to feel that ruler (as we call it) slapping my ass, thighs, tummy, cunt, breasts, face.
There are no metal parts like some wooden rulers have. The ends have been rounded. It’s really perfect– I couldn’t have asked for a better toy. It hurts me but doesn’t injure me.
What was this ruler used for, in its previous life? Someone had a reason to shorten it and round the ends. The shape is like a shuttle. I wondered if it was used as a simple heddle. Maybe a travel heddle.
So curious. Someone knows, but not me.
the purpose of pain
I like being hit for no good reason. Just the desire to be hit stirs in me, like any other bodily desire.
Sometimes I like to be hit for just a minute to wake my body up. My soul is slumbering somewhere inside of me. When I’m hit, the impact stirs everything up. My soul wakes up: Hello! What’s going on? My nerves enliven. More of me becomes present, including parts that were hidden.
Sometimes I like to be hit more substantially for a kink thrill, to go into another mode such as subspace. I want to be hit as part of power exchange to intensify a scene. Or I want the sensory overwhelm of substantial pain, to get me entirely into an extreme state for another way of being.
Yes, a rest from being the usual Nest. Slipping out of my usual persona is sacred.
Sometimes I like the drugs I get from impact play. Going totally out of my mind is spiritual practice. I love to be hit for a long time, but if we do that, I will subdrop badly the next day, sometimes to the point that I wish to die. The suffering is intense drug withdrawal, worse than quitting smoking. Worse than quitting psych meds.
questions for discussion
- What do you like to be hit with?
- Is the high worth the low?
- What do you keep by your bedside?
- How do you wake up your whole self when your soul is curled up hidden inside you?
- What do you think the ruler was made for?
a theory
I like to think a crafter was a kinkster, and relatives were going through the house after their death.
“What’s this ruler doing here in the bedroom? That belongs with fabric stuff,” they’d decide and donate it to the textile store.
Kind of like a haunted piano, a sex-blessed rounded ruler might carry erotic magic. That would explain how wonderful it is. Thank you to my spouse for playing along.
