Bollywood dancing followed by a spanking

Just like I had a mental block with Anal sex which my Swami helped me get over, he used to have a mental block with spanking. I am so proud to say that I have managed to work this block out of him by convincing him to look at spanking as yet another humiliation tool in his arsenal that he could use to dominate his Daasi. His favorite tool in this category is A2M when we have anal sex and something clicked in him when I helped him visualize that spanking can be as humiliating as being forced to perform A2M :-)

For me the submissive nature of subjecting yourself to a spanking is a big turn on. To have it administered in a cold and clinical manner where the spanker cares little about the feelings of the spankee makes it erotically kinky for me. Finally the intoxicating pain after a good spanking also appeals to the inner masochist in me.

But I knew that I needed to get my God in the right mood to administer a good spanking. So on a Saturday night a few months ago, I dressed up in a revealing outfit and got him nicely drunk on 4 glasses of single malt scotch.

It was then time to get him frustrated and angry :-)

For a year now, I have been learning Bollywood dance at a local dance studio. For those who are unaware of Bollywood, it is India's movie industry and most Bollywood movies are musicals. Since Bollywood movies don't contain explicit sexual scenes the producers try to titillate the audience by making pretty girls do suggestive song and dance sequences in revealing costumes. These generally have no connection with the main story line ( actually most songs in Bollywood movies have little connection to the story line) but they serve as nice eye candy for the male audience.

They are a great way for a woman to entertain her man, so I take time to learn the dances my God particularly enjoyed when he watched the movies.

If you set the right mood and do the dance right, you can drive a man crazy with lust. To get him to spank me, I planned to first get him horny and then play hard to get. I carefully picked the songs and the plan worked perfectly.

I did three songs for him. I started off with a chiffon sari draped over a sleeveless blouse with no bra and with each dance revealed more and more skin.

For those who are interested, here are the original songs, on YouTube.

Don't forget to turn on the captions to understand the meaning of the first and third songs. The second one has the subtitles hard coded in it  :-)

Katrina as the Silky Siren

Kareena's Item Song

Sheila's Awesome Youth

The last song was so appropriate for what I was trying to do, it supported my intentions completely. By the time I finished the song, I was naked, he was intoxicated and consumed with passion and when I tried to play coy, he was pissed. How dare this impudent slave deny her God sexual gratification? She must be taught a lesson that she will never forget!

Oh I love it when a plan comes together :-)

He demanded that i lie face down and place my ass on his lap and first started out with his hand. The first couple of ones were kind of tentative, but every time he would ask me to submit, I would say no, and so he would escalate. Soon I was feeling the sting of the beating and started giving out small yelps as his hand landed on my ass. But he got tired of this quickly and decided to use a Ping Pong paddle to get me to comply faster. As each hit landed, I clenched my teeth and fist. Within 10 hits from the Ping Pong paddle, I begged him to stop and promised him I would do anything he wanted. He could violate any of my orifices in any way he fancied. "Please Swami, have mercy" I whimpered

By this time though, a strange passion had come over him. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was the sight of my ass turning pink, maybe it was the hint of tears in my eyes. Maybe he knew that deep down inside I craved a good ass whooping and it was up to him to gift it to me.

He snatched my panties from the floor and shoved them into my mouth. I tasted my pussy juices that had leaked onto it when I was doing the erotic dances for him. He then tied my hands with my sari and renewed the beatings. He had shown me in a blink of the eye that I was nothing but a worthless slave with no dignity to be used for his sexual gratification whenever he wanted and if I even thought that I was had a choice in the matter, there would be hell to pay. My muffled screams thankfully had no effect on him. Eleven.. Twelve.. Oh Lord that hurts so much. Thirteen... Fourteen... Fifteen..

I was crying like a baby by then. I could have used our safety sign and ended it, but I wanted to see if I could go just a bit further. Maybe he would stop with just a few more. Sixteen... Seventeen.... . My skin was on fire and the pain was intense. I was biting hard on my panties and was clenching my fists so hard that my nails were digging into my skin. As pain surged thru me, I felt his cock stiffen. He was getting sexually aroused! He had broken thru his mental block!

He refused to stop and I refused to use the safety sign and so it went. When he crossed 30 and kept going, I seriously considered using the safety sign and halting it, but a small masochistic voice inside me kept whispering "One more... Two more.. a few more minutes... and look at the effect you are having on him sexually, he is rock hard now, stop being selfish and let him have his pleasure. You are his slave, that is your duty"

When he reached 50, I knew I had to get him to stop. I was about to show him our sign, when the paddle came down hard on my ass for the 51st time. There was a loud snapping noise and the paddle separated from the handle and went flying across the room. For a moment there was complete silence. He then looked at the handle in his hand and said in a soft voice, "Spread your legs". I meekly complied.

He then inserted the smooth end of the handle into my cunt, reached over untied my hand and wiped away my tears. He gently removed the panties from my mouth and kissed me deeply.

"Thank you Swami for reminding me of my station in life", I said apologetically as I tried to imagine how I looked with a wooden handle in my cunt and my ass red as a tomato. His cock was still hard.

"Daasi, it is time for you to serve your God", he said. I took his permission, stood up and touched his feet and quietly followed him to our bed where he removed the wooden handle and replaced it with his cock and fucked me hard. The pain from my ass and the pleasure from his pounding brought me to an intense orgasm and I soon felt him shudder as he climaxed and released his cum within me. After thus using me as a fuck toy, he rolled over and fell asleep. I looked at his satiated face and spent body and felt a pang of love for this adorable God of mine. I caressed his face for a while then uttered a silent prayer of thanks  and quietly passed into sleep myself.

When I woke up on Sunday and gingerly felt my ass, I could feel the bruises from the punishment I had received last night.

For the next week, I had an extremely sore butt and struggled sitting on it, but every minute of that week, I carried that pain with a deep sense of gratitude and pride. I had used my body to serve my God and in the process had helped him embrace spanking. My bruises eventually healed, but we had added yet another joyous practice to our married life. It was time to buy some more ping pong paddles :-)