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.

……

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. ❤️❤️

He is a good, good Dom bc he knows my needs before I do.

Like that I really, really needed held down while he fucked my ass. I didn’t know being pinned would give me the release I needed to let go of so much pent up emotion.

He knew I needed pulled over his knee for a long hand spanking. I wanted a quickie and sleep. He left my pajama pants up and spanked, and spanked, spanked until I totally relaxed and started talking.

He knows when something seemingly minor is a reflection of something bigger, and being a tough disciplinarian is required. I fuss inside and shoot him pouty looks as I’m ordered to the corner, to kneel, retrieve implement and request my spanking. But gosh I start calming down with each step in the routine. And when I just can’t take it anymore but don’t want to safe word yet, he intensifies the spanking just enough that I’m putty. Either splitting my legs open so the paddle hits inside my thighs and my pussy, or landing the belt right on my asshole, or shoving his fingers in without lube while he spanks my thighs, or flipping me on my back, holding my legs up and open, he’ll whip my thighs while I’m exposed and he can watch how wet I’m getting, Those things that are just too much, turn me into a Sobbing, sopping wet, emotionally and physically exhausted mess. I’m in the submissive zone then, I am *his*.

If you spend a week away at an island with a kinky Dom for a husband, you likely brought one suitcase of just toys.

We checked into our room very late at night at a popular but smallish resort in the Caribbean. Hubs was less than impressed with my attitude on final connection AND that I didn’t turn my phone off before landing. He didn’t want international charges.

So we started vacay off right, with me pressing my nose in the corner of the wall! Welcome to the Islands, right??

Hubs poured a drink and asked me to please settle over his knee. He worked a large plug in my ass saying he should have done this before we left, but didn’t want TSA to embarrass us. I heard his threat…. act out and you’re flying home plugged.

He stated a rule. I repeated it. He twisted my nipples, poked and prodded the plug, and repeated.

“Your mouth has far better uses. Open up. No hands.”

“Open up” means get to work. I worked his shirts down with my teeth and helped him relax. I forgot about being in trouble, I hummed along as I sucked, swallowing happily without prompting.

10 years with this man, I need no warning of cum.

He patted my head. “good girl, go lay down on the bed.”

I wasn’t being sent in for a nap. I laid face down, spread eagle in my sundress. I hadn’t been told to strip…

Housekeeping knocked to show us how to use AC and turn down the bed. My husband accepted their instructions on the AC then declined the turndown. “My wife is having a little timeout, but thank you.”

My face was Redder than the lobsters y'all…

Housekeeping chuckled and I kept dying inside. I wanted to scream but I’m no dummy. Naughty wives waiting on a punishment with a butt plug fully set in their bottom do not mouth off!

My sweet, usually so nice, husband turned to me:

“I intend to have a considerable amount of fun this week. We’ll address your attitude on travel, then enjoy this vacation. Zero tolerance, you understand?

Yes sir.

With that, he led me to the bathroom, Had me look in the mirror and ask him to spank my bottom. With that, he bent me over the sink, lifted my dress and nearly split my hairbrush in two. I stomped, shrieked, twisted and bawled… despite years of staying still. There was no warmup, no breaks between sets, no alternating of implements. Just an extremely sound spanking. He spanked fast, as if he were using my hand over his knee. Standing was horrible. I couldn’t hold myself up.

And shockingly, he didn’t stop to address my breakdown in protocol.

When the spanking ended, I was in so much pain I didn’t move. My body was a sweaty, blotchy mess and I couldn’t imagine the shape my ass was in.

He ran a fingernail over my ass and a fresh wave of crying started. He led me to the balcony and sat me down on a wooden patio chair. I kept crying. The pain shot through my legs and deep into my butt. After a few minutes, he led me back inside to complete the lesson. He massaged my butt a bit, which made it hurt SO MUCH WORSE. It had started to numb and meanie wanted me to stay aware the spanking… yes sir.

He stood facing me at the bed, promising this last part wouldn’t be a complete double dose, it would be on my thighs, save the last one. My ass couldn’t take anymore, but we *always* finish with the belt. I count the strokes, say thank you for my punishment sir, and return the implements to the drawer. It’s part of our routine that I participate in my punishments.

I bent over the bed, through my tears said why I was being spanked, and asked him to please punish me. He aimed perfectly, not hitting a single spot where the brush had beaten me. He asked if I was ready for one more, I breathed deep and the belt landed right across my ass, the hardest one of the entire punishment.

I was somehow too stunned to scream. I knew his last one would be hardest. It ALWAYS is. First and Last are his most powerful, it’s just how he spanks.

He snuggled next to me while I cried, letting the burn consume me. I didn’t even notice the plug at this point! Despite the horrible pain when I moved or rolled over, I slept and slept and slept… there is no sleep like post-spanking sleep!

The next morning at breakfast, our table had a very padded cushion placed in one chair.

My face was redder than my ass. I laughed out loud.

And did not get spanked the rest of the trip. I DID wear a sarong almost the whole time. His handiwork was very apparent!!

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.

We rarely like the same movies, like ever. I’m waiting up for his movie to end, I’ve hardly paid attention but tried to not annoy him with my phone.

I cannot stand this movie. I’ve seen it before. He doesn’t like my movies either. But I don’t whine. I’m curled up by him with an e-book. If we waited to pick a movie we both liked we would sit here for 16 years.

I’ll be a good girl until this movie is over. I hear there are rewards girls who don’t complain.

Submission y'all. In the little things, not just the sexy things.

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.

Daddy’s girl

Lazy sunny afternoon