Pleasure, pain or both?

One of the things he finds most difficult to understand is how, on some occasions, he can spank me until I am bruised, sore and sobbing, yet at other times I can't take more than a half dozen swats with a paddle before I am leaping around screaming.

We talked about this today and I said I would do my best to explain it from my side.

To me, it is all about the situation.

Our spanking sessions take on a variety of different forms.
I'll try to explain each one and describe how they make me feel - I apologise as this is likely to be a long post, but I really need him to understand that he isn't really hurting me.

Firstly, there are the spontaneous or punishment spankings.
The ones where, without warning, he will drag me down over his knee, pull down my jeans and panties and adminster a few short, sharp slaps. These are generally the ones that have me squirming on his knee, shrieking and trying to get away.
Because I am not expecting them, I am not ready. Either physically or mentally.
They hurt!

Secondly, we have the 'weeklys'.
These spankings take place on a regular basis, usually on the same day, but never at the same time.
The reason for these spankings is that I need them - I need the stress relief, and I need a reminder of who is the Boss.
For the weekly spankings, there are a set amount of strokes to begin with.
During the week, I may say something or do something that warrants adding an extra few to the total, but hasn't been bad enough to warrant a punishment spanking.
It may be that I have made a flippant comment, or done something silly, such as say that he looks really funny as the wind has messed up his hair.
Whatever it is, I know I have done it as he will give me 'the look' and say the number of the count we are up to.
My immediate reaction is to turn beet red, put my head down and anticipate the next 'weekly'.
My weekly spanking always takes place on a Saturday. From the moment I wake up I am a bundle of nervous energy as I know it could happen at any time.
Sometimes, just for his own amusement, he will tell me on a friday that for this weekly, I have to ask for it.
This means I have to decide when I am ready, and when I am I have to ask him nicely if he will please spank me.
If he says yes, then I have to remove my jeans and panties, place myself over his knee, and hand him the implement I have chosen.
I like my weekly spanking.
I like the anticipation and the build up and I like the feeling of relief I get when that warm glow begins to spread.
He likes to take his time with the weekly and he will often stroke my hot bot inbetween strokes and then apply lotion when he is finished.
Most times, the weekly spanking feels more like an act of love than one of punishment.

The third type of spanking we have is the one he seems to have the most concern about.
This is what I call the erotic spankings, where sessions can last for hours at a time and usually involve role play and the normally dreaded cane. It was an erotic session that led to the bruises shown on my picture.
These sessions take place on a date and time which is mutually agreed. We usually talk it over and plan it days in advance so we both experience an intense sense of anticipation.
By the time the session is about to begin, we are both incredibly turned on and it can have me physically shaking with need. The very touch of him feels like it is setting my skin on fire.
The only way I can describe how I feel at that point is that it's like some of my senses become dulled and others become extremely heightened.
I can no longer think, see or hear, all I can do is feel.
I'm almost in a trance like state as my body softens and yields to him.
The sharp sting, followed by the waves of pain make me feel like I'm riding a rollercoaster. Just as I'm coming down the other side I hear the swoosh of the cane and the ride starts all over again.
As he gets into a rhythm I can feel my body responding and riding the waves in time with it - it's almost like being on the brink of climax.
For those sessions, I seem to have a higher pain threshold and can tolerate more swats - sometimes it's like I just don't want the feeling to end.

At the end of these sessions I am usually left with an angry red, very sore bot, but they have also enabled me to experience the most intense and satisfying orgasms of my life!

I hope that by reading this he has a better understanding of how I feel.

I'd appreciate it if anybody else reading this could comment on whether it is the same for them - I'd be interested to find out.