Face Slapping, and my changing reactions
He told me in the bath one night that he wanted to slap me, and I wasn't sure what to say. I was (and still am) new to the lifestyle, and it had never even occurred to me as something people would want to do to each other. But I said I'd try it, because he seemed very excited by the prospect, and I wanted to make him happy.
Later that night, we were in the living room, laughing and being silly, and I pushed him a little. He stopped smiling and threw me on the couch, and before I had fully registered the shift, he'd slapped my face with his right hand. I think my blood stopped flowing for a moment. Then he hit me again, and again, and before I knew it I was sobbing and begging him to stop, and trying to get away. I was completely hysterical. He pinned me on the sofa and hugged me, and wouldn't let me run. He told me he loved me, and that he was sorry, and kissed my forehead. I didn't stop crying for a long time.
Why did I react like that? It's hard to say. No one had ever hit my face before, and it horrified me.
But the really weird part is that I now ask for it, even though it takes several slaps to make me cry. I don't even know if I ask because I like it, or because I know he likes it. I hope it's the latter, actually. It always gives me this cold, twisting feeling in my guts. Do I want that? I hope not. I hope it's all for him.
And sometimes it scares me that he enjoys it when I cry. He takes good care of me, and I know he loves me... but I'm still a little unsettled.