Accepting punishment with dignity- not optional.

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’ve known since 7:30 AM that I’m in trouble. I almost feel sick… but so turned on by the bossy tone of his texts and phone calls. I fall in love a little more each time he goes into dom mode.

Seriously, truly regret my behavior. And gosh I wish this would be playful, sexy, stress relief.

I could have requested that. But I acted out instead.

So here we go.

My last orgasm was on Saturday. I was informed the next day that I better have enjoyed that ride because my orgasm privileges were being revoked for the week. No explanation given, I wasn’t in trouble.

Yes sir. I

It’s now DAY FOUR and I am losing my mind… My husband has groped at me, taken me from behind, twisted my nipples when I walk by, given me a long, gentle over the knee spanking while fingering me, woken me up with a vibrator… only to pull back when I start to get wet and send me on my way.

Last night I sat in my tight, itchy lace boy shorts writing “orgasms are a privilege given at my husband’s pleasure.”

100 times.

He knows tighter panties make me uncomfortable when I’m turned on. So I’m wearing jeans today. I never, ever wear pants. I’m most comfortable in skirts and dresses. But my devious husband lays out tight skinny jeans and lacy briefs when he knows I’m dying to cum or have a sore ass.

While we are apart all day, I think about him as the itchy lace presses into me and denim rubs the back of my thighs.

This week, obedience means ignoring my ever growing urge for orgasm and focusing on his needs, trusting I’ll have a sweet, so very worth it, relief when he says so. It’s putting on the itchy briefs that I’d never wear on my own bc he enjoys the view and wants me to feel the lace. It’s not whining and begging for relief or trying to manipulate him into granting me relief early. It’s initiating sex, as I often do, knowing it’ll be for his pleasure, holding myself back from grinding into the spots that would make me orgasm. It’s enjoying his groping, squeezing and rubbing without feeling it too fully, in case I go over the edge.

The orgasm when this week is over will be phenomenal… and can’t come soon enough! I don’t know what he has up his sleeve the next few days… I’d trade 24 hours plugged and a thigh spanking for relief right now, but submissives don’t barter.

We obey.

1. I ask for one. Erotic, playful spankings turn me on. They relax my brain and make me feel gushy and emotional about my husband.
2. He wants it. He has stress to work out too. My submission turns him on. And he says it’s just fun to spank me.
3. I’ve deliberately disobeyed. An extremely rare occurrence in our home. I am one sorry lady when that happens.
4. I’m behaving like I may need one soon. Attitude, acting scattered or edgy are his first red flag that a realignment is needed. Not outright disrespect or disobedience, just enough off that he makes our roles and rules crystal clear.
5. It’s Friday. Stress Relief Fridays are how we strive to start the weekend. I get a good girl spanking, reminded of his expectations, I repeat them back to him and promise to obey. Every Friday, I get some kind of discipline with this chat.
6. It’s the week before my period. I have always had terrible PMDD. One week before my period hits, we have a discussion.
7. I let a cuss word slip in front of the kids. Lines, so many lines…. then “Naughty Corner time” time with the paddle in my hand until he’s ready, over the knee, mouth soaping and lecture, back over the bed for more spanking, and never sex after. I’ll take him in my mouth after but there is NO pleasure allowed for me. these spankings are THE WORST. He worked very hard to break this habit 3 years ago, he has NO tolerance for regression in this area.
8. Overuse of screen time, texting after bedtime, reading on phone when I wake up at night.
9. Disrespect: including but not limited to, tuning out while he talks, interrupting, correcting him in public, whining, arguing, nagging over a honey do item, snippy tone of voice, masturbating without permission, failing to address him properly.
10. Losing keys or debit card. Surefire sign I need help shutting down the noise and prioritizing tasks. Not a guaranteed spanking, but a discussion. If I haven’t told him I’m feeling overwhelmed and then this starts happening, he’ll paddle for sure.