Given how much of a pervert I am, I can’t believe how long it took me to realize I could get spanked with my own book. I mean, at this point it’s been more than two years since I received the initial book deal offer email, which said clearly that the tome would be a hardback. I guess I was a little distracted by the whole “holy shit, I’ve got a book deal” thing.
But when I mentioned to Matt that it had just occurred to me someone could spank me with my own book, they said, “Oh, I know.” They’d been thinking about it already. Classic Matt.
Yesterday afternoon, once I had finished my work for the day, they did their usual preparations for an impact-play scene: brought me water so I could stay hydrated, had me smoke a couple hits of weed to reduce anxiety and enhance sensations, and gathered the tools they’d be using – in this case, my personal copy of my book, which has been displayed on my desk lately, available for quick reference when I’m writing about kink or doing book promotion online.
They let me drape myself over my body pillow for maximum comfort (such a good dom) and then began warming up my ass with their big warm hands, raining down gently ascending smacks until the area started to pinken. Then they held the book against my ass, the gold-embossed title pressing into my skin. “You wrote this,” they said, kindly and firmly. “You wrote this whole thing.” I felt the words go through me, a shiver of gratitude, a tremble of pride. And then: the first hit.
What I learned, immediately, is that my book is wonderful for impact play. Its hard, matte cover makes it more painful than a paperback and thuddier than a glossy-covered book. The length of the text, too, lends it heft; I doubt a book even three-quarters as long would be thuddy enough for my tastes. It makes a satisfying sound with every wallop, but rarely crosses the line into feeling too painful to tolerate (although that may have just been a function of my top’s immense skill in staying within my pain limits).
When they flipped the book on its side and began hitting me with its spine, for a moment I was worried the book would fall apart from being used in a way it was definitely not intended to be used. But no – it took the beating just as well as I did. Today it’s not scuffed, scratched, or broken in any way. Like me, it can handle even an intense spanking without falling to pieces.
The spine, as it turned out, works just as well for impact as the cover. It’s thuddier and more concentrated, as you might expect, which makes it wonderful for targeting the “sweet spot,” that area in the inner-lower quadrant of each buttcheek that (for me and many other spanking kinksters) makes an impact scene feel arousing rather than just painful. Almost as soon as Matt switched to the spine, I fell into the deep, rhythmic bliss that tends to come over me when my sweet spot is struck – it feels to me more like the pleasure of sex than the pain of being hit, and the moans that emerge from my mouth tend to change accordingly.
What I didn’t know at first, and was later informed of, was that Matt wanted to hit me 101 times, once for each of the “101 kinky things” presented in the book. Breaking up the hits into chunks of 10 or so, they eventually drummed out 50 on one cheek and 50 on the other. By this point I was sailing in the hazy sea of subspace, far far away. “One more time’ll be 101,” they said, and brought the flat cover of the book down hard against my ass one final time. It had a thrilling finality to it, almost like the feeling of clicking “send” on an email containing the first draft of your manuscript, the first step into a bigger, wider future.
Matt reported that the book works well as an impact tool from the topping perspective, too. While of course it’s hard to keep a grip on, due to lacking the typical handle and wrist strap you’d find on an object actually designed for impact play, the lightly textured surface of its matte cover makes it a fair bit grippier than your average shiny volume. It’s satisfying to hold and to wield. And hey, if you ever need some mid-scene guidance, you can always flip it open and read some kinky wisdom to inspire whatever happens next.
Lately I’ve been saying, when people ask, “I’ve never felt a feeling before that’s quite like physically holding a book I wrote, in my own two hands.” But what’s also true is that I’ve never felt a feeling quite like being spanked with my own book. It’s a mix of pride, pain, catharsis, love, and sheer delight. Especially since, in less than a couple of months, lots more people are gonna have this book in their homes, in their hands, and maybe even pressed lovingly and warningly against their ass.
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