Hurt Me

‘Hurt me’ in certain parts of the country isn’t an invitation for someone to pull your hair, or whip you or cane you, or, indeed, anything off the S&M playlist. Instead ‘hurt me’ is simply a request to ( and I want you to read this next bit carefully) “fuck me hard and fast right now even though I’m not quite ready. “

As (some) guys will know, it takes girls much longer to get turned on than it does guys. It’s a simple fact of biology rooted way, way back in the dawn of time when survival was an hour-by-hour thing. Breeding was in the moment. A man saw a suitable female, he got instantly hard and fucked her there and then. No taking her out to dinner, no soft talk, no gentle kissing and touching. 

Speaking as a woman, admittedly, one who can get turned on very rapidly indeed, I can feel when I’m ready inside. Don’t ask…it’s too complicated to describe, but ask any girl…she’ll tell you she knows when she’s ‘ready’. 

So picking that moment before you’re fully ready brings pleasant if somewhat painful feelings with it. Even someone deeply in love with you will feel a frisson of forbidden pleasure when he rams his cock inside you making you cry out. He will be uncomfortable admitting it in all probability, but trust me…it’s there. Maybe it makes him feel his cock is bigger than it really is…maybe it’s a power thing…I don’t know, you’d have to ask a guy who had received this instruction from his partner. Either way, I know how it feels from the inside…from within. Yes, there is an element of hurt…but it’s an exquisitely nice hurt….almost like one of those insect bites that hurts, but feels nice to scratch, except it’s full length, full width of your vagina. 

I remember making out with The Lovely Chris once. I was on my period, (not that that stopped us) and he was fingering me. I don’t get as wet when I’m on, but being fingered deeply does feel delicious…I suppose because it’s ‘naughty’. I remember clearly, suddenly wanting him inside me, and I knew I wasn’t ready fully. He, however was pouring pre-cum, and I just looked him deep in his gorgeous eyes and said “Chris…hurt me. Hurt me now.” He was one me and literally rammed fully up me before the echo of my instruction had died away. Hurt me. 

And yes, it did hurt a little, exquisitely so. I found myself reveling in it. Chris looked down and saw my blood on his cock and smiled. “Looks like I’ve broken your cherry.” I just responded, rather boringly, with ‘Hurt me.” Again. He…hmmm…well….I suppose ‘fucked me through the bed’ is the only way to describe it. It was primal…he grunted a lot…and I moaned a lot….even screamed. At one point, it sounded like I was crying with every thrust. It did hurt, and I was deliciously sore afterwards. 

You know, I remember popping my cherry (awful expression and nowhere near accurate) with that candle a long time ago. I was determined that my first sexual experience with someone would involve blood or (too much) pain. For all I knew, it could be their first experience too, and I wouldn’t want to spoil that for them. 

We’re taught that the hymen is like a guardian of the galaxy…a membrane stretched tight across our vaginas with only a tiny hole (or holes) to let menstrual blood through. (Apart from Cathy Gates who was six foot tall, had ‘c’ cup tits and never had a period. She had one of those rare imperforate hymens. Tough luck for her since it was diagnosed by her doctor, her mum knew. So when, at the age of 16 she suddenly started having periods mum knew that Cathy had been fooling around down there. Boy, did the shit hit the fan.) 

But hymens aren’t like that. Often they tear spontaneously and you don’t even know. Riding a bike, climbing a rope, even running vigorously can do it. 

But yes, it stung when I shoved that candle up myself, and yes, there was a little blood, but not nearly the life-threatening haemorrhage I was half expecting. 

Pain and sex…..I’ve spoken to guys who say that if a girl is particularly tight, it can hurt them too. Yet it doesn’t stop them wanting to get their cocks in there. 

The Lovely Chris told me that when I looked into his eyes and said “Hurt me.” he nearly came in my hand. “There was something incredibly erotic about it. I’d,never knowingly hurt you…and yet….when you said that, I suddenly wanted you impaled on my cock…and I admit, in that moment, in that nanosecond, I wanted  it to hurt. 

Which brings me on to Dani. (Well…it doesn’t, but this is related.) 

Girls talk about periods and sex. No secrets with us. We also brag sometimes, but mostly, we exchange truths. Dani was, as you know, sexually inexperienced when she moved in with us. That’s not to say she hadn’t explored herself. Here’s her story. 

“Periods! The one thing a girl can’t wait to get, and the one thing she hates once they arrive. Unpredictable…at least with me…smelly if you are using towels, and the pube situation…don’t get me started. Shaving right down there between your legs is one thing, but it does require some gymnastics, and razor rash is horrid. The answer? Tampons. Ah, but God’s little joke….”Let’s make them bleed once a month, but let’s put a little barrier there so they can’t get a tampon inside them.” No doubt…God is a Catholic!” She pauses and takes a slug of coffee. 

“ I tried, God, how I tried….applicator tampons, ultra thin tampons, non-applicator tampons…I even wrote to one of those useless helpline things. In the end, I covered a tampon in lubricant and just gritted my teeth and pushed it in. I did feel a sharp stab of pain, but since I was already on, I didn’t really know if I was bleeding any more or not. All day at school, I felt much more comfortable and…grown up, somehow. Here I was, with a tampon inside me. I had to learn how long one would last, and yes, there were accidents along the way. But why….just tell me why there is any need for a hymen in the first place? 

I asked her outright if she ever fantasises about pain when she masturbates. Her red blush told me an unequivocal yes, but she said…”Sometimes. Sometimes I like to lie on something painful….toast crumbs do the job, although I did once use a pin from a plug. As I got closer to cumming the pain seemed to change into pure pleasure. I’d like…(her voice drops to almost a whisper)…I’d like to be fucked by a man with an enormous cock….one that would really stretch me. (I can arrange that) No pre-amble, just undress me and take me. Ready or not.” But that will  hurt. “Yes. I know. That’s the point. I….I think I’d like it to.” 

I asked her how she’d feel about being spanked….not playfully, I mean hard enough to leave finger marks. “ I…I spank myself sometimes, but I think I’d like to…..do more.”

Which is why you find me and Dani in her bedroom in her bungalow. She is lying face down on her bed on a bath towel and naked. She looks sensational from the back. Some man will fuck her in this position one day…..so submissive…..so opportunistic since it leaves both holes available to him….or her. I stand beside her, also naked. In my hand a simple garden cane. I tap her bum and she clenches. I tell her to relax. Before she has time to think, I wield the cane harshly. It whistles through the air and lands leaving a red line behind. Dani gasps. Her head is turned away from me, but I can see her face in the mirror. Her eyes are closed, but her lips are working…she’s talking silently to herself. 

Another swish through the air and another red line. Dani moves her right hand under herself. Another swish, but I don’t let it land. Anticipation is half the fun…half the pleasure. She is rhythmically tensing and releasing her bum cheeks now. I look to my right. The vibrator we bought together. It’s an expensive one, a Lelu. It sits glistening in the copious quantities of lube I squirted on it…ready for action if needed. 

I bend forward and inhale….she must be soaked. I can smell her musk so clearly….I kiss one of the welts I cause and she gasps. Pleasure and pain are easy bedfellows. I raise the cane again and bring it down three times in quick succession landing on the previous welts. Dani cries out but I see her hips are grinding now up and down, in a circular motion. I use the end of the cane and slip it between the buttocks grazing it gently over her bum hole. The, using my hand, I slap her….hard. Right on the red marks. She’s gasping and I can lip read the litany of words she’s repeating over and over. “Hurt me….hurt me….hurts me….” She’s panting too….I think she’s right on the point. One more sting with the cane. Her bum raises up high off the bed, and I grab the vibrator and press it firmly up her bum as she cums. Deep and hard. Dani cries out and grinds herself on it. I match her moves until her orgasm subsides. 

She’s still short of breath when she gasps “Oh, Anna….that..was……intense.” We discuss the possibility of nipple clamps…..or intimate piercings. I see her eyes gleam. I wonder what this little foray will bring.