When he got home from his trip she immediately noticed the big bag he was carrying. After they hugged and kissed he grabbed her by her arm firmly, marched her to her special place in the corner and places the bag beside her. Now she knows her bottom is in for a very special treatment.
So, despite years of living in a domestic discipline marriage, I broke a big rule 24 hours after a severe spanking. I. KNOW. BETTER.
Punishment spankings aren’t a common occurrence. My husband’s expectations of my behavior are extremely high now. My expectations of him are quite high too! There aren’t small violations in our dynamic. He handles disrespect as soon as it begins to show up. If he doesn’t expect obedience and isn’t willing to discipline me for it, then it’s not a rule.
Newer DD’ers might think this was a harsh punishment, or overreaction. But we are seasoned now. This isn’t new. I begged for him to be consistent and give me “more”. So this is what more looks like.
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24 hours after I’d been punished for disrespect, we were sitting on the couch watching a movie when I asked if I could please lay on my stomach with my head in his lap. He raises an eyebrow and asks “Why?”
“Ummmm well, i really can’t sit.”
“Is that so?”
I nod, realizing a little too late I should have kept my mouth shut and finished the movie.
“You don’t have to sit.” I’m relieved…until.
“You’ve got some thinking to do. Head to the corner.”
My jaw almost drops but I snap it shut quickly. I stand, he yanks my pants to my ankles, and points to a corner in the living room.
I shuffle feeling about 2 ft tall. He finishes the movie while I’m on my knees with my nose to the corner, hands on head, and bruised butt on display. Thankfully, it’s not an epic length movie!
He calls me to him and lays me on my back on the couch, teasing me saying all the sexy yummy things he plans to do to me.
But then he lifts my legs in the air, wide open. “But naughty girls don’t get orgasms. Hold ‘em open.”
His belt jingles off and he lands twelve strikes on my thighs. They don’t touch any spots he spanked yesterday, because he’s not crazy.
“spankings are supposed to hurt, naughty girl.”
“Yes. Sir.”
He positions my head at the edge of the couch and lets me drop my legs.
“You’ve got something to take care of, dear.”
I open wide for a very thorough face fucking
“Are you going to whine tomorrow?
No sir.
“What aren’t you going to whine about?”
“My sore ass, my sore thighs, my sore knees, and being so wet I might explode, sir.”
He laughs.
Good girls get taken care of. Be good tomorrow.
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I did not whine. I did not flinch once when I sat or avoid sitting. I accepted the pain as part of my submission.
And I got taken care of… three long, long days later. He watched me edge and i met his needs with blowjobs, but I did not get any relief for three miserable days.
Good girls get orgasms.
Naughty girls miss movies, hurt when they sit, and disappoint their partners.
Overkill for squirming and trying to lessen the sting of a thorough spanking? Not in our dynamic. If he’d let it slide, I’d have resented it. And he knows that.
So he reminds me just exactly who the boss is. ❤️❤️
What do these two things have in common? They’re not my fantasy. I don’t get excited thinking about doing these things.
I don’t hate it. It doesn’t hurt me, I’m not opposed to it. They just aren’t a turn FOR me. But they’re not hard limits. They’re a big part of my life.
Why?
He likes it. A lot. While I would never instigate it, I find myself in a pickle afterward. When he’s asking what I liked, how I felt when he did certain things, i have to be honest.
And honestly…
I sort of dread that initial jaw opening to receive him in my mouth. And then he’s inside me, gripping my ponytail, telling me I’m a good girl, holding my chin, giving my ass cheeks a smack when he wants more. And when that happens, I suddenly can’t think of anything else but taking him down my throats and making him sigh, gasp, and moan. When he’s done, I’m dazed and confused. Why is it over? I was doing what he told me to do. The descent into subspace is real.
He doesn’t bark orders or throw in expletives to his commands. They’re direct and calm. When chaos surrounds us and I hear his Dom Voice and says “Head over to your spot.” I flinch a little. I don’t want to be corrected. But I see his set jaw, serious look in his face, and concern for me. So I hand over my phone and head to my “spot.” I head to our bathroom and put my hands on my head, face the corner, and start taking deep breaths. Our bathroom isn’t big, we aren’t billionaires in Seattle. the door can’t open once i am behind it.
I bounce between being pissed off to trying to settle down. Eventually he comes in. “Is my good girl feeling better?” He holds me, we’ll discuss.
If our kids are still running around, then he’ll send me back out after a nasty dozen with the tilt wand. Neither of us like it, but it’s silent and hurts.
I never want to go to the corner. I have too much to do. But I always leave in a better headspace.
Corner time incorporated to punishment or play is another stomach drop. My man has crazy self control. He’s sent me to the corner in the middle of intense sex bc I orgasmed without permission. Shock. And. Awe. He can hold off, wait for my punishment to end, then dive back into me. He slays me when he doms so hard.
I struggle to stay still when he introduces a new implement or it’s he’s using wooden implements after a long stretch without.
So he stops and sends me to the Naughty Spot. Kneeling corner time is always a good deterrent.
When I start wiggling about, he’ll pause the spanking. “Can you participate in this punishment or should we pause, then start over?”
I try so hard to gather my breath and stay still. Starting over sucks. Starting over with tired arms from hands on head, sore knees from the hard floor, and an achy back from being so stiff just sucks.
And thanks to the internet, he’ll never run out of ways to make corner time more humbling…
Not a favorite activity, but it’s incredibly effective. I’ve been surprised by how non-sexy consequences grow him as a Dom, and in turn, deepen my submission.
I wonder how common bare-bottom spankings were in those one-room schoolhouses - haven’t seen many historical accounts on the subject.
I guess that it had to be reserved for really serious or too frequent misdemeanors, and probably used only on boys. But was it private or public? An interesting question.
Of course, it was humiliating when the schoolmaster ordered an unruly kid to see him after the lessons, and everyone in class understood what was going to happen. But they wouldn’t witness the spanking itself; maybe only close buddies would see the well-reddened rump at the swimming hole. Perhaps this punishment would have even less onlookers than a domestic one, and I’m sure that boys who would earn themselves a harsh spanking at school were no strangers to bare-bottom whippings at home.
So, to make a threatening example the punishment had to be public. Pulling down the pants, bending over, trying to take painful licks “as a man” - everything would be much more embarrassing in front of mates, girls, younger kids… And more effective as an attitude adjuster: the culprit wouldn’t want to relive this moment, and almost no one in the classroom would like to get themselves into the same position.
I bet most people back then had no problems with whipping a teenager’s naked butt; but what about its public display? Would it be considered decent, especially with the girls looking? Or were private spankings preferable despite being a little less humiliating?
Well… who knows. All these questions don’t distract me from enjoying a good school spanking art!
Talia’s turn is next, and as Pandora pulls up her skirt to be spanked, her boyfriend David can’t help but sneak a look at her white cotton knickers. “Behind the Bike Sheds” at Dreams of Spanking.
