Pain Tolerance

I am trying to keep my mind off of things. I don't really want to think about certain things. It's not about anything except the fact that I want to lay into what my life is now, not lament on what it used to be. I always like to look at things as if the glass is half full, so that is what I am doing. I am going to make my life work. This may not be how I envisioned things to be, but I am loving my life. I am with the person I love and I know that everything will work out.

Anyway, onto the topic that this blog is about, pain tolerance.

I have this deep desire to be hit, to be spanked, to be hurt. I crave pain. Much to my chagrin my pain tolerance is very low. There has been times where I have been able to take more pain, which are the times I love. There are times when one hit of his hand makes me want to run and I just can't take anymore. Those are the times I'm not so happy. I want the pain. I want to be able to take it, I want to absorb the pain. It feels so good.

I used to not understand why, why I wanted pain. Why I wanted to be hit. I knew it felt good to me. I knew that the pain somehow made everything else... vanish. It was a beautiful feeling.

I want to be able to take more. I want to be raise my tolerance. So, last night my Daddy and I discussed this and we both want this, so we are going to take steps to ensure that it happens. I suggested that we do a scale of spanks, 10 the first day, 11 the next, 12 the next, etc etc. I think it will be good. I have high hopes. I'm very very very excited about it. I'll fill you in about it as it goes on.