Face slapping appears to be a controversial subject even within the kink world. Would you consider it within your relationship? Ideally the topic should be discussed before it happens and the slapper must also be experienced in how to slap without causing injury.
This is an updated post first published in August 2018. I have taken out some of the original comments as many of the bloggers who replied to the post don’t interact with my blog anymore. Re-reading them I was really quite surprised at how many very kinky people felt that slapping a partners cheek, whilst having sex, was not an appropriate kink. Even those known to enjoy humiliation saw it as a step too far. And probably a decade or so ago I would have felt the same. If I had been asked what I would do if anyone slapped me around the face I would probably have said without hesitation,
“Slap them back and tell them that it is unacceptable behaviour.”
And when it happened I nearly did.
My man and I had talked about what kind of kink we were into when we first met and were just friends – over twenty years ago – and also when we reconnected and I was debating whether or not to become his lover.
The list never included face slapping.
When it happened for the first time I was visiting him to see if my feelings were as strong as I remembered. He had been very patient and waited for me while my family were young. An extremely long duration, when we saw each other infrequently, perhaps a few times a year, and rarely had sexual contact. With a few failed relationships behind me, I needed to be sure I was doing the right thing.
We had prearranged the day and he kept his distance. A bit like social distancing today 😉 Sitting opposite, instead of next to me, and discussing why our partnership would be good. Now I understand this was merely tactics. If he had sat next to me immediately I may have felt pressurised. He was doing all the right things and I agreed to come back the next day.
Fuck he slapped me
Here is what happened – written in the present tense so you can get a feel of what it was like.
I know today I really need to make a decision.
After leaving yesterday I wanted him so badly. He didn’t lay a finger on me. Told me when we get together we should make a vow to each other to be be honest and respectful. I liked that. Now I need to feel his hands on me to see if my heart still misses that beat.
Lunch is ready and he looks up and smiles as I walk in. Once again he discusses the future saying all the correct things. After we have eaten I pluck up the courage and ask,
“Why don’t you sit next to me today?”
He comes over to where I am lounging on the sofa and we chat. Moving closer he puts his hand behind my head and we kiss.
The butterflies in my stomach are fluttering up to my chest and my cunt feels needy.
“Lets go to the bedroom so we won’t be overlooked.” Taking my hand.
I am so nervous.
We make short work of removing our jeans and t-shirts and giggling jump on to the bed.
Within a few minutes he pins me down on my front and delivers a few delicious smacks to my arse. I moan and lift it off the mattress so he can get an even better aim.
“Ah, you are still my dirty bitch,” he murmurs whilst inserting a finger into my sopping cunt.
Before I have had time to enjoy the sensation he turns me over and his head is between my legs. With such great oral sex skills it only takes a short while until I climax and he lays beside me holding my body.
We begin to kiss and I reach for his cock. It is hard and smooth as I begin to shaft it just a little bit. Grabbing the back of my head with one hand he holds it slightly back on the pillow. With the other he delivers two short sharp slaps to my face.
I stiffen immediately. What just happened. Fuck. I think fast. I can get out of bed now. Shout out this is just not on and leave. Or I can continue playing, see out the remainder of the day and go home and think about it.
I chose the latter. Within minutes I am horny again as I massage his dick. He spurts over my tummy.
We get up and dress. Outside in the garden neither of us mention what just happened. Soon after I leave.
At home I think long and hard about it and start to feel hot. Alone in the house I lay down and slip my hand down the front on my jeans. Within record time I am experiencing an intense orgasm.
So really it was in retrospect that I realised I found the face slapping sexy. I saw him a couple of days later and we talked about it. I asked him why he had done it as it was quite a risky action when we were not officially together. What if I had hit him back and ran. He explained that it had not been a common occurrence for him in a relationship but when he was very young he had been involved with an older woman. She taught him to do that to her, but he was not using the experience to vindicate his action. That relationship finished and he never went on to slap anyone else in that way, until me.
He continued by assuring me it was not planned, it felt like the right thing to do at the time and that asking for permission may have ruined the moment – because there are times when language is inadequate and actions communicate better than words. He contemplated that if I was the woman he thought I was – his – then it would work out. A calculated risk.
Miss Scarlet explains how she didn’t feel entirely comfortable with her husbands kinks but at that time still participated. This was not the case for me. Never wanting to simply be the passenger, I insisted we made some ground rules: Face slapping was not to happen if I was blindfolded; never very hard and not more than a couple of slaps at one time.
He normally does it when I am on my knees sucking his cock. He takes a handful of my hair and aims a few taps or slaps to my cheek.
Enjoy being slapped on your cheek during sex?
I am not totally sure why I enjoy it.
- I don’t find it intimidating – come on this man dressed up in my knickers and hold-ups for me – intimate not intimidating.
- The dominance and humiliation figure, it is more than that though.
- The adrenalin rush is addictive.
- But I don’t need any excuses to say I like it. It simply turns me on.
- And it is not something we incorporate into our play often, so there is also a novelty value.
- I know he is not demeaning me.
Recently we have discussed the whys and wherefores further after I realised that in certain instances, such as an ordinary non date night fuck, it was not working for me. But it is something I still enjoy and fantasise about when in the right circumstance.
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