Bedtime Spankings Are Bliss

A 1920s piece by German artist Helga Bode

After a festive outing last weekend, my play partner brought me home and spanked the dickens out of me. He began with his hand as usual, then utilized several wooden paddles throughout the process to subdue me. It was a painful battle. I squirmed and tried to escape to no avail, for he is strong. He held me down, tighter and tighter until I couldn’t move an inch, and delivered a hard procession of swats that rang throughout the house. 

The wild little animal inside me, thoroughly aroused while losing this fight, soon surrendered. The itch had been scratched. Happy drugs took over my brain and I melted into the floor, high and fluttery. After our session, we slipped into my jacuzzi and I floated there next to him with closed eyes, letting the warm water envelop me. Every problem in my life vanished from my mind. The universe stilled, peaceful and perfect. “I wish I could give this feeling to everyone.” We then schlepped into bed and dozed in cuddly bliss. 

A couple weeks back, I wrote about the horrors of morning spankings. Bedtime spankings, however, are a heavenly gift every spankee deserves to enjoy as often as humanly possible. Let me tell you why they are great.

There’s nothing left to worry about. 

By bedtime, the world has shut its big loud mouth. There’s no work left to do. No errands left to run. No people left to text. No one needs anything from you. It’s the perfect window for spankees to turn off our phones, free ourselves from obligations, and zero in on the intimacy we share with our partners. Rather than thinking about our to-do list, we can say, “Fuck it, that’s a problem for Future Meee.” Bedtime is permission to fully check out. 

Pajamas are so spanky.

The hours leading up to bedtime are the coziest of all. We can slip on our PJs and nighties and revel in the full domestic aesthetic. It’s a home-sweet-home feeling that brings comfort and relaxation—just like spankings. This is especially true if you own a pair of drop-seat PJs, which allow us spankees to stay warm and adorable while granting our spankers backdoor access. My play partner bought me a soft pair with a big window and I wish I could wear them everywhere. 

Think anyone will mind if I sport them at the grocery store?

Aftercare leads right into sleepy cuddles. 

The post-spanking period is snuggly any time of day, but it’s hard to get anything substantial done afterward. A true spanking will kill you dead with pleasure and make you want to squeeze your play partner so hard they cannot breathe. No one should have to get up in such a state. Cuddles save the world and during aftercare for a bedtime spanking, everyone involved can fall right to sleep in each other’s arms while rubbing butt cheeks. 

After bedtime spankings, you will sleep like a bebeh.

All the yummy endorphins unleashed during a bedtime spanking precipitate full relaxation. There’s no tossing or turning. No need to count sheep. No deep breathing or meditation. No lying awake in existential terror over the state of this wicked world. Just velvety blackness. Silence. Oblivion. It all goes away. Not my circus, nor my monkeys.

Bedtime spankings are a peak experience. There’s nothing better and I’m sure of this, for I have investigated the matter thoroughly. The world would be a softer place if we could all indulge in them regularly. Have a subby partner you cherish? Spank them soundly and let them slumber sweetly in your arms. They will adore you and sing your praises because you’re basically Mother Teresa at that point, you generous saint. (Here, have a chocolate cake and a zillion dollars.)

-T