Red Beats

By Leo Fessart

In this captivating and deeply personal narrative, author Fessart takes readers on a mesmerizing journey into the world of erotic spanking. Written in the style of a dreamlike novel, RED BEATS is a passionate plea for the intimate and sensual pleasures that can be discovered through this unique practice.

Fessart's unparalleled expertise in the art of erotic spanking is the result of years of attentive listening and learning from the women who have entrusted themselves to him. In this essential guide, he generously shares his experiences, insights, and secrets, offering readers a rare glimpse into the exquisitely arousing world of sensual spanking.

RED BEATS is more than just a book; it's an invitation to explore the depths of human desire and the exhilarating, intimate connections that can be forged through the art of erotic spanking. Whether you're a curious novice or a seasoned explorer, this enchanting and informative work will captivate and inspire you, guiding you on a journey of self-discovery and pleasure that will leave you breathless and yearning for more.

Step into the pages of RED BEATS and let Fessart's words transport you to a world where passion, desire, and the pleasures of the flesh intertwine in the most exquisite and enticing ways.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Fessart
• Release date: May 16, 2024
• ISBN: 9798227602930

Leo Fessart

Désireux de réaliser son fantasme ultime, Leo Fessart s'est tourné vers un Maître reconnu de l'art de la fessée érotique. Grâce à ses précieux enseignements, Fessart a pu s'initier, puis perfectionner sa pratique. Alors que les forces de son mentor ont commencé à décliner, Fessart a repris le flambeau, au point de quitter progressivement son emploi dans l'humanitaire. Devenu un fesseur établi et comblé, Fessart transmet à présent son savoir en animant des ateliers de formation et par son livre "Rouges Cadences".

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Table of Contents

RED

EMMA'S EMOTIONS

MINOR OVERTURE

MAJOR OVERTURE

ALLEGRO

FIREPROOFING

TAKING UP THE BATON

VANESSA'S STORY

DOLOROSO

CRESCENDO

ANDANTE

LUCIE'S STORY

SOUTHERN INTERLUDE

EMILIE'S STORY

IN THE HEART OF THE FOREST

BACK TO THE ROOTS

BACK TO EVERYDAY LIFE

MICHELLE'S STORY

VIVACE

FAREWELL ARNAUD

THE ULTIMATE SIGN

SENSUAL COUNTERPOINT

CON BRIO

THE STORY OF GWEN

ART BEYOND SPANKING

DOUBLE SCALE

ALEXSANDRA'S STORY

DOUBLE ARPEGGIOS

THE BEAT QUICKENS

PALPABLE HARMONY

IMPROVISED RESONANCE

CONFINED SPANKINGS

UNSETTLING REAPPEARANCE

FERTILE WISH

ORATORIO

EROTIC CONCEPTION

ECHOES OF THE CONCEPTION

TEACHING

FROM EARTH TO HEAVEN

RED

Red, the sacred fire, radiates a primal energy, a telluric force that pulsates at the heart of life. It rises like a rebellious flame, shattering the stillness of existence. In this flamboyant palette, vitality unfolds in an incandescent ballet, a fervent choreography in which the crimson radiance is the master of ceremonies.

For me, these scarlet notes resonate on women's backsides, a melody that matches every butt I meet. I've known many women who gave themselves to me in the secrecy of clandestine encounters where all their senses were in turmoil. Each time, the beat must be reinvented, a score to be played with passion and desire, according to each partner who surrenders to the thrilling pleasure of erotic spanking.

I wouldn't consider spanking a woman for any other purpose than to bring her to orgasm, preferably multiple times. To do this, it is necessary to measure the right beat, which is different for each of the women I like to call, with great tenderness, my victims. I keep this term to myself. The most used word is partner. Client is the appropriate term. One woman spoke of patients. That's not wrong. I believe in the therapeutic benefits of erotic spanking.

The frenetic pace of modern society generates too many negative emotions. A good erotic spanking releases them by sublimating the impulses. In response to the attacks, the brain releases endorphins, also known as happy hormones. In the meanders of our organic sanctuary, these divine messengers spread like a gentle elixir. Aches and pains, like fleeting shadows, evaporate under the aegis of their beneficial caress, soothing the torments, tensions, and dark tumults of the soul.

Erotic spanking is a fine art, a subtle blend of caresses and slaps, a cocktail of gentleness and firmness, which you need to know how to use in the right proportions to bring out the greatest voluptuousness in those who surrender themselves. The prerequisite for this is a boundless admiration for the buttocks, that so erogenous area. Nothing expresses the feminine mystery more than this double shining moon.

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To take a behind in one's hand is to love it, to adore it, to caress it, to knead it, to slap it gradually, according to the buried desires and the secret sensations that need to be revealed. Then comes the ovation, an irresistible crescendo to the firmament of ecstasy.

Red is the color of the skirt that this partner inevitably wears when she comes to abandon herself on my lap. A fortunately not overly gentrified leftist, this is her way of expressing both her sensuality, which she intensifies for the occasion, and her political commitment.

The revolution is written in red, an incarnated rebellion that stains the cobblestones with the blood of rebellious ideas. Red outlines the dreams of change, a scarlet vision where the flag of transformation waves in the wind of disobedience.

But for this woman, the red heat is a sensual embrace that burns away the boundaries of reason, an inner bonfire that consumes the coldness of everyday life.

The doorbell suddenly jolts me out of my reverie. Emma is on time, as usual. I stand up, leaving my thoughts behind.

I open the door to find her attired for the occasion. The flamboyant red of her skirt caresses the shadow of her ample buttocks, while the leather of her jacket, hastily removed, reveals the deep black of her bandeau top, like an invitation to penetrate her secrets.

I take her bare arm and lead her to the sofa. She falls gracefully onto it. I bend her immediately. Her bottom is masterfully wrapped in this enchanting skirt: I have no desire to roll it up. Neither does Emma. I spank her like this. She lets me go, moaning under my assaults.

She comes hard, her pleasure completely erasing the imprint of my thrusts.

I don't give her much of a break before I take her away. It's high time her buttocks matched the color of her skirt. Only a thin thong protects her intimacy. I caress her burning bottom, occasionally giving her a loud slap that makes her moan even louder. I hem the thin panties to plunge my fingers into her wet pussy, enjoying the warmth and wetness of her body. I would love to leave my hand in this numbness, but Emma keeps bending over, demanding more and more pleasure. It's time to continue the spanking. I slap her hard, enjoying the sound of my hands on her skin. In the end she orgasms even more intensely than the first time, her body shaking with the spasms of her pleasure.

Emma remains lost in her devotion. I let her recover, absorbing her obedience completely.

Finally, she gets up to take a small envelope from her pocket. She hands it to me, head bowed. It's not just a neatly folded bill I'm holding between my fingers, but also a card with sweet words scribbled with tenderness and ending with a beautiful THANK YOU.

I smile. She leaves happily. I fall back into my thoughts, letting waves of memories of our first meeting wash over me.

Emotions rush through my mind like whirlwinds, awakening fragments of that unforgettable encounter.

EMMA'S EMOTIONS

I met Emma in the early days when I had just taken over from Arnaud, my mentor.

Now well tamed, Emma was initially a wild child. Her first message was quite aggressive:

-  I hear you're Arnaud's successor. I want to see you first and then I'll decide if I want to continue or not. No question of spanking on the first date. Understood???

I try to answer her gracefully. We agree to meet at her place.

I show up at her modest apartment. She's dressed in rather ordinary clothes: shapeless jeans and a black sweatshirt.

Coldly, she sits down on a bed with cushions.

I understand that I must sit across from her on the worn sofa.

Her scrutinizing gaze pierces me, giving me the impression of being subjected to a meticulous examination, where every movement, every word is weighed and analyzed.

-  Apart from spanking, do you do anything in life?

At the time, I had a part-time job working for a humanitarian organization. It was much more than a source of income: it was a passion. Every day I coordinated projects to help the most vulnerable, an experience that shaped who I am today.

-  And why do you only do it part-way?

-  Sometimes, life decides for you. When the opportunity arose to replace Arnaud, our organization suffered a financial blow. Rather than lay people off, we were asked who would be willing to reduce their working hours. I volunteered.

-  So that you can spank?

-  I was offered this unique opportunity. At first, I just wanted to fulfill a fantasy. Arnaud offered to initiate me, and then to assist him.

-  And you spank in a humanitarian way?

The question makes me laugh. She smiles for the first time.

-  I feel I can really make a difference to some women.

-  Bringing them what?

-  Make them come to their heart's content, without intercourse... Offer them this unique moment of complicity... There are more women than I thought who want, even need this...

She blushes.

-  This is the case with me.

-  Well, I'm ready to do what I can.

-  Arnaud told you about me?

-  Not much.

-  Arnaud was discreet... He used to come to my place. When I was a student, I'd treat him to a meal. Now my situation has changed. I've found funding for my research... If we do this, it will be at your place.

-  As you wish.

Her tone changes.

-  Would you like a drink?

-  I would love to have one.

-  Beer?

-  Perfect.

She gets up to get the drinks.

I must have said the right thing because she seems determined.

When she returns to serve, she asks me:

-  How did the handover go with Arnaud?

So, I tell her my story.

MINOR OVERTURE

You don't become a spanker overnight. It takes experience and mastery to provide women with a sensual and safe experience.

In my case, however, it happened quite suddenly. It's true that I was able to benefit from a unique transmission, that of a mentor whom I was lucky enough to meet at just the right moment.

Arnaud de Coudrée taught me the codes, the gestures and the words that make a partner's body