A large part of my adult fascination with f/m paddling is in fantasies of paddling’s that might happen at home or school. Bacall often plays a school principal as she puts the paddle to my backside. I am easy, no involved fantasies - pants down… assume the position... apply the paddle with vigor.
We are so different about how we like to be paddled. Some want a warm-up. A second group can will themselves to endure the pain until pleasure breaks through.
If I get a warm up, soon the endorphins come out and all I feel is numbness. No pain, no pleasure, just a dull thud. The same thing happens if a paddling is interrupted for a few minutes. Once the chemicals get out, I lose all feeling. Keep paddling, I will have a sore bottom, but that’s not what I want.
The second group must do somewhat like going through surf torture. [SEAL candidates sitting in cold water with the surf breaking over them] Their minds take control and they grit it out. I could never do that. I could never be a SEAL either.
I want about 20 hard licks. All hard enough to make me gasp. Exclaim. Do a little dance. Just give me a few seconds between licks too recover and get back in position.
A third group can take what I get and a lot more, but the licks come very fast and they barely move around, perhaps a muffled exclamation. They amaze me more the second group. Some can have a orgasm while getting hundreds of fast hard licks with a paddle. Incredible to me.