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It’s been a while since I posted a review about a session with Miss Jaded. I have seen her a few times since I posted my “spanking reviews”, but we were experimenting with some new things in a relaxed, almost educational atmosphere. The kind of sessions that don’t seem to flow well into reviews that are fun to read, at least considering my limited writing skills.

Miss Jaded and I have evolved a play style that is quite informal with a lot of conversation. But don’t get the wrong idea. I have great respect for her as a woman and as professional. Our play style has been friendly and yet rather intense at times.

This session had a little spanking fun in it, but the main event had Miss Jaded’s lovely feet, and even more adorable knee hitting me “right where it counts”.

Before starting the session, we talked about what we were up to since the last time we saw each other. After that I made a point of thanking Miss Jaded for some of the things I realized she had done for me in previous sessions. For example, she cured me of being on “the mythical quest for the perfect OTK paddling”. That’s been taken care of. Soon after I started seeing her, Miss Jaded gave my rear end a thrashing or two that was all that I could take, plus a bit more for her own personal satisfaction. I guess that trip point that was crossed is I am psychologically intimidated by the implied threat of a paddling dished out by her. I think it’s kind of cool.

But why should it be all about me? As a small thank you gift I told Miss Jaded that today she was welcome to do what ever she felt like doing (she knows my hard limits) to my balls. And anything else she wanted to do. Since I am well aware of the pleasure she derives from consensual sadism and control, I guessed she would be OK with this.

We started out with what has become kind of a “start the session ritual” for us. Miss Jaded tells me to come over by the couch and drop my pants and get over her knee for some bare hand spanking. She asks me about how I treated the women I ran across during my latest road trip to Chicago while warming up. Any behavior she interprets as inappropriate results in as many swats as she feels is needed to get her point across. This may not sound like much, but take my word for it, the woman can hand spank hard. This was just a short intro to the session, we were not doing this for long. Even so, my left cheek was sore for a couple of days since she decided to give it special attention this time around. How this little ritual got started and evolved is something I can tell you all over a drink at a party, but it’s too long of a story for here.

Miss Jaded then decided to move on. She told me to bend over this piece of furniture. Then she got out a cane and gave me a few strokes. Miss Jaded told me that this was just a taste. What worries me is that she may have been checking out how much it took to make me jump or move my hand or straighten up a bit. Information for some future “predicament” game where doing so results in…..something painful?
Maybe I should just relax. Miss Jaded’s thoughts on the matter could be wholesome as sunshine & pure as the driven snow….

Now for the main event.

Miss Jaded then told me to come over and stand with my back to the wall while securing my hands to rings in it. I noticed that her shoes were the kind that exposed the instep of her foot. She smiled at me and said “spread your legs a little wider for me”. Miss Jaded started giving me a few kicks slowly while judging my reaction. The first two or three were real light. This reassured me that she most likely knew what she was doing. If you just tap somebody down there and they go though the roof, it means they most likely have an injury or infection. Guys, that’s why the doctor plays that little game of pocket pool with your sack when you have a physical.

The kicks then got harder, Miss Jaded watching my reaction and talking to me. I did not say much during this part of the session beyond the, the standard Ooomphs, Ooooohhs, and Oooowws. Of course, I answered all questions promptly.

I had told Miss Jaded earlier that I really liked her new hairstyle. She asked me about it now (to distract me and to cause me look at her new cut to describe it) as she slowly move closer to me and teasingly placed her hands on my shoulders. I told her again that I liked it, and noticed that she had this really squirrelly grin on her face. “What?”, I asked. “Look down” she replied. I looked and noticed that her leg was positioned so that picking it up would complete a perfect knee in the nuts strike. “Now look into my eyes” she said. Miss Jaded then kneed me a good one in the balls. She still had that grin on her face. And so it went for a bit.

Miss Jaded released my hands and told me to come over closer to her. The first time she dropped me to all fours was with her knee. The second two times with her foot. The point came where I was ready to quit. I was in enough pain. But Miss Jaded said “You can go a little longer for me” and “We will be done soon”. I stuck it out. Was glad I did.

If you have developed a strong curiosity or fascination with the subject of: “Female inflicted testicular pain” Miss Jaded may be able to help you answer a few questions about yourself.

My curiosity has been satisfied for now. Maybe it’s time to go back to OTK for a while.

For the record: I did not feel that I was in any significant danger of injury at any time. Miss Jaded delivered some good shots, but they were all tempered. She did not haul off and kick me as hard as she could, or do anything of that sort.
Birchboy