Beaten titties. Miss Adira’s monthly blog for September.

Beaten Titties.

So previously, looking through pictures, I came across pictures of bruised and beaten tits,

and by bruised and beaten tits, I mean black and purple bruises. Now this is something that

I have never tried before, so intrigue got the better of me…

Screen shots taken, I sent them to Sir, asking if we could possibly try this. I don’t see why

not, my reply was. I then had a realisation that these marks were probably made using the

dreaded paddle (oh how I hate the paddle) so I asked. CPS, I ain’t beaten you for days,

oh no, the CPS I thought. I didn’t protest though, no point, I ‘d asked for something,

so that is what I would get. Although Sir did ask why, to which I said, they look pretty and

I’m a little weird.

So a visit came around, now unusually it was Sir and I at my house and Manho and Aurora

at Aurora’s house, now this was a change and I had to fully look after Sir.

I usually do drinks, shoe removal the occasional massage, but this was full on meals,

dinner and breakfast. Now this I don’t do at home. Long story short Sir said breakfast

was delicious and as a reward I was going to get my tits beaten…I must admit I got a little

giddy….not sure how this would happen as I said, not something that I have had done

to me before.

I was told to stand up straight and to hold my tits and present them to Sir, this I found a

little funny. Tits cupped Sir then got the crop, now I quite like the crop, love the stings

feeling and the lines that it leaves. A few swats with the crop took my breath away

but the welts appeared very quickly. Now the paddle, not sure how this would feel,

I stood there and braced myself. The feeling was lets just say not what I expected,

it felt rather quite nice, not like it feels when it strikes your ass.

A few more hits across both tits and now I could feel that familiar burn and redness

started to appear, as more strikes hit me, I began to take a step back,

Sir telling me to get back in position (I do quite like his tone when he says back in position

or did I say you could move).

He then stopped and turned me around, not sure what was coming but then I felt his arm

move around my neck, now I know this isn’t for everyone but this feeling of loss of control

and not being able to move, his arm was quite tight around my neck feeling the restriction

I could feel the excitement building, then his other arm came around and he just kept

striking my tit, his arm around my throat, the feeling of the paddle hitting me,

that was me gone. His breath on the back of my neck, his breath in my ear,

I was completely at my Sir’s mercy. He then released the grip around my neck,

but I knew he wasn’t finished, he has a thing for things being even I knew that my other

tit was going to get the same treatment. His arm again slipped around my throat.

His grip getting tighter, his breath again on my neck, I was waiting and ready,

then whack, he started to strike my other tit, raining blows down on them,

I have to admit it felt amazing, I could feel him squeezing my tits and moving them so that

he could hit any part of them he so wished. Then he stopped but not before there was a

little bite to my neck.

I have to admit that this is and was an experience that I hope that we can repeat,

not often but maybe if I’ve been a good girl. As I think things like this should be reserved

for this time as if its something you do all the time, I think it takes the fun out of it.

The bruises where almost immediate and are still there now over a week after the tit beating.

I wanted to try this as I do love it when Sir leaves his marks on me, and with them being on

my tits, I can just look down on them and see them, whereas if they on my ass yes I feel

them every time I move but to see them I have to try and get pictures or try and look in

the mirror.

I hope you like my bruises and much as I did receiving them

This was after a week of my beating.