She was getting ready for work and I ordered her over my knee. There was something to be dealt with and I wasn't going to put it off. There wasn't time before she had to leave to finish it all but I promised her that she would be getting a warm-up and an idea of what was to happen later.
She was surprised and not very happy about being spanked before having to go to work but she quickly complied. There was something different from the first few strokes… her reaction was more intense than I had seen before. We had just finished making love and I suspected that her perhaps her nerve endings were still very anxious to accept every sensation with heightened sensitivity. In any event she was squirming almost immediately. I was using the oak hairbrush paddle which happens to be a very intense little device and when used just right I believe sends as much if not more sting than the lexan paddles. It took less than a minute before there were tears, tears have not been easy for her and I think we were both surprised at how such a short session brought them out.
When we finished later she was still tender and once again the tears came easily, escape came easy too, we won't be doing any more OTK on the edge of her bed as it's just too high and too difficult to hold her in place when she gets to the fright and flight phase of the spanking. We finished with her laying across the bottom of the bed and had a very personal time with aftercare.
Here's where I made a mistake that I should know better than to do, what she had dome had earned her two severe spankings. Well I postponed the second one dependant on her behavior. (Yeah an old softie). It will come at any time there is the slightest hint of a repeat infraction. Although I do know that since I had assigned it, it was wrong of me to postpone it. But I was so surprised by how intense her reaction was and the shear terror that she expressed at another spanking like the one she had just received.
No, it wasn't that it was all that bad physically, she has taken much more severe and longer lasting spankings over my knee before. This time however there was a real difference and I think it was her complete submission and that somehow the smacks of the paddle were just multiplied in her mind by the disappointment she knew she caused me.
Submission can be an absolutely beautiful thing.
11 June 2007
22 January 2007
My Partner and I
I am chromatically challenged and would never presume to choose anything to "coordinate" without her permission.
I lack the health care gene and will always submit to her decision on matters of health, hers or mine.
Never in my live have I been able to develop a workable budget, her brain must create this. However if she breaks the budget, she gets a very sore bottom.
I do have the technical gene. I must have final say in all matters of screwdrivers, wires, hammers, binary code and gasoline
To our relationship she brings emotional extremes, she chooses to permit me to control those extremes and mold them with stability and consistency. It is her choice to be over my knee.
Her brain is much faster and more multi-directional than mine is, she sees sides of things, every turn hill and valley that I do not. My brain tends to focus on goals. My brain provides the shortest distance between two points; her's the sites that must be seen while on the journey. Yet if there were a relative being visited in Arizona she would be anxious to see the relative whereas I, the Grand Canyon. She is much better at the people thing than I ever will be.
My partner and I are complimentary not equal, equal is not possible at least for us. We each bring certain strengths to our relationship and we choose to defer to each other in matters that they are better suited. So, we each at times choose to be submissive.
I lack the health care gene and will always submit to her decision on matters of health, hers or mine.
Never in my live have I been able to develop a workable budget, her brain must create this. However if she breaks the budget, she gets a very sore bottom.
I do have the technical gene. I must have final say in all matters of screwdrivers, wires, hammers, binary code and gasoline
To our relationship she brings emotional extremes, she chooses to permit me to control those extremes and mold them with stability and consistency. It is her choice to be over my knee.
Her brain is much faster and more multi-directional than mine is, she sees sides of things, every turn hill and valley that I do not. My brain tends to focus on goals. My brain provides the shortest distance between two points; her's the sites that must be seen while on the journey. Yet if there were a relative being visited in Arizona she would be anxious to see the relative whereas I, the Grand Canyon. She is much better at the people thing than I ever will be.
My partner and I are complimentary not equal, equal is not possible at least for us. We each bring certain strengths to our relationship and we choose to defer to each other in matters that they are better suited. So, we each at times choose to be submissive.
24 November 2006
Attitude, Responsibility and Respect (Story)
Sharon tried to think back over the six months that had passed since that first time Peter had taken her over his knee. She was trying to see if she could remember each of the spankings that she had. It’s not that there had been too many spankings to count. Peter being a man of his word had always done his best to make sure that every single spanking would be VERY memorable, something he was painfully good at too. “Oh he is so wonderful and he loves me too” she thought and smiled at the difference.
Sharon knew she had changed so much, Peter had changed too, actually not much at all. The way that Sharon looked at Peter is what had changed most. Sharon now not only loved Peter, she realized that she respected him as a man as well, that is what had been missing before. Oh, there were times when he could, and would still push her button and get her angry, but she could no longer stay angry with him for hours let alone days, thankfully it was no longer tolerated thank God. Now they were communicating and if the conversation started to get out of hand, Peter would no longer tolerate it, he would simply put a stop to it with that phrase… “That’s quite enough. We’ll talk about this later when cooler heads prevail”. Those words, “That’s quite enough…” over the past six months had taken on such a new meaning for Sharon. She thought back how before, they had been keywords to turn up the heat, more volume, anger or sarcasm. Now Sharon knew that whenever she heard those words she was very close to having the heat turned up to nuclear levels on her bottom.
It had been less than a week since that first spanking, Sharon wasn’t sure now just how many days it had been in retrospect, she did remember it had been at least several days as she was no longer squirming on the kitchen chair THAT morning as she sipped her coffee. The first morning after, she could still clearly feel that first spanking’s agonizing glow. The next day after that, only when sitting or moving a certain way, That sensation, the sting, the heat, the tingle, although not a pleasant feeling, was always accompanied by such a contentment and a sense of security that she just couldn’t explain. That morning she had started in on Peter after he left a mess near the coffee machine. Peter had apologized as he cleaned it up, but no… she couldn’t leave well enough alone. She didn’t even remember what else she began to nag Peter about but it built and intensified till finally Peter said “That’s quite enough…”. Unfortunately for her bottom it wasn’t enough for Sharon, she didn’t let it go. Finally Peter went quiet and gave her “that look”… It pierced right through her as he told her in a calm quiet voice to get the hairbrush and wait in the bedroom.
Sharon had obediently gone to the bedroom, she took the hairbrush from the dresser, her hand shaking nervously as she placed it on the edge of the bed. It had not been said, nor implied but she knew what to do next as she then went to the corner and closed her eyes reliving how she got there. Peter would certainly be scolding but she already knew that it wasn’t the nagging, it wasn’t making an issue of the great coffee pot mess, it was the display of disrespect when she ignored her husband’s decision. Peter had decided that the conversation had degraded to argument and he wasn’t going to tolerate that decision being ignored.
As she anticipated and listened for Peter to enter the room Sharon convinced herself that this wouldn’t be too bad, she was glad that he had not told her to get that wicked bath brush, that would be intolerable. She knew it wasn’t going to be pleasant of course, and she knew that she didn’t really want it to be, but she wanted to be on the other side of the spanking and in Peter’s arms. Time in the corner always went by far too slowly, she wanted to get it over with and then found herself thinking the opposite… “Oh God, not already…” as she heard Peter walk into the room.
It had been less than two minutes since Peter walked into the room but already Sharon was sobbing uncontrollably, the tears welled up and streaked down her cheeks as Peter scolded his wife for her disrespect. She felt so much pain for having disappointed her loving husband as he pointed out, that this was the sort of thing that in their past had exploded into days and sometimes weeks of not talking to one another. Peter was determined that would never happen again.
“Come here now” were more words that now had much more power when she heard them from Peter, she obeyed. As she turned she watched as Peter rolled up his shirt sleeve, he then took his wristwatch from his left and moved it to his right wrist. Peter was left handed and she knew Peter was moving it to his other arm to protect it, she wanted her butt somehow moved for protection but knew the only place it was going would offer only presentation and absolutely no protection whatsoever. The sight of Peter moving his watch had made her gasp a quick breath, in the following months this became a silent and secret signal they shared. Sometimes a warning to be missed by others in public, sometimes a promise of what was coming. Sharon quickly learned how to tell the difference, it depended on being paired with “that look”.
Now she was over Peter’s lap and he continued to scold as the first warm up smacks found their target. Sharon said a little prayer asking for this to go quickly, seconds later Peter while picking up the pace announced that this was going to take quite some time and that she would be back in the corner at least once before it was all over.
The intensity of the sting had been incredible, now the elastic bands of her panties were laying right across the most tender spots of her bottom, it stung, tingled, itched and burned all at the same time and she wanted so much to touch and comfort her bottom but she knew better. Hands folded behind her head she concentrated on the pains, the pain from her bottom, but more importantly the pain in her heart that she had come so close to damaging their relationship with her disrespect as she had done so many times in the past. Grateful she now knew that her man would never allow that to happen ever again. He had said after sending her to the corner for the “intermission” that seemingly such a simple of sign of disrespect for him, or for herself would always get her the most severe spankings since they could so deeply cut the bond between them. Through the pain, because of it or in spite of it she felt it so strongly, she thought silently “God, I love this man”.
Sharon was regaining her composure and now was thinking that it just wasn’t fair that men got to wear boxer shorts if they chose but women had to have elastic bands in all the wrong places. Then again the signals that came from those elastic bands could be very strong indeed. Peter knew it too, her panties had been lowered in an almost cerimonious fashion, damn that man does too much research. He knew that the panties coming down and then going back on for the corner time added extra brain signals to the whole spanking experience. Just then Peter came back into the bedroom, as he sat on the edge of the bed he ordered his wife to tug them down so he could see how much more work he had to do… “Devious SOB, he knows exactly what he’s doing to me” she thought, then obeyed.
Peter quietly admired his lovely wife’s ass as he thought this whole spanking thing has a lot of added benefits, in all the years of their marriage he couldn’t think of a single time before when he could have said “Sharon, turn around and drop your panties so I can look at your ass…”. He realized that in spite of being a truly wonderful “Kodak Moment” this had to stay serious and real, he was resolve in not letting this be anything other than the exact discipline his wonderful woman needed. With this new life they were living Sharon had challenged him to be a real man and he wasn’t going to be anything less than that for her. Peter could see that he had left an uneven pattern and there was still more work to do, but he knew that it wasn’t her butt he was spanking but her attitude. They had decided that there would only be three simple rules and that would be that he would always hold her accountable for Attitude, Responsibility and Respect. This incident could fall into two of these categories but he had to consider this an issue of Respect and that had the most potential to be harmful. He had a job to do, he ordered Sharon to pull her panties back up and told her they would be getting back to business in just a few minutes.
Sharon returned to Peter’s lap when ordered, she squirmed slightly to get as comfortable as possible and as she did she could feel that Peter had a very quick response to her squirms under his jeans as she could feel him begin to grow. “Not now young lady, lay still, we’re not done yet” Peter’s tone made it clear that he would not be distracted from what he intended to do. She bit her lower lip and closed her eyes as she felt Peter tugging the panties back down. As the minutes went by just like that first real spanking a few short days ago she felt an intense pain that had to be soothed, that pain was not related to the endless sting landing on her bottom, that terrible pain was not being in his arms.
It had all fallen together so perfectly and she was very content with her sore bottom that Peter was now rubbing tenderly. They were embraced and cuddling for what seemed like both minutes and hours. Peter’s hand now was behind her neck, caressing her ear and holding her close. They settled and laid together quietly, after a few moments she slid her hand along Peters chest, she released the top button of his shirt and then moved her hand down to his jeans to find that what she felt earlier.
They spent the rest of the morning making love like newlyweds. They were now cuddling and laughing. Sharon said “Honey, I’m going to need to run up the credit card a bit. Each time you pushed deep inside me all I could think about was that I had to buy new sheets that won’t feel like sandpaper”.
Sharon knew she had changed so much, Peter had changed too, actually not much at all. The way that Sharon looked at Peter is what had changed most. Sharon now not only loved Peter, she realized that she respected him as a man as well, that is what had been missing before. Oh, there were times when he could, and would still push her button and get her angry, but she could no longer stay angry with him for hours let alone days, thankfully it was no longer tolerated thank God. Now they were communicating and if the conversation started to get out of hand, Peter would no longer tolerate it, he would simply put a stop to it with that phrase… “That’s quite enough. We’ll talk about this later when cooler heads prevail”. Those words, “That’s quite enough…” over the past six months had taken on such a new meaning for Sharon. She thought back how before, they had been keywords to turn up the heat, more volume, anger or sarcasm. Now Sharon knew that whenever she heard those words she was very close to having the heat turned up to nuclear levels on her bottom.
It had been less than a week since that first spanking, Sharon wasn’t sure now just how many days it had been in retrospect, she did remember it had been at least several days as she was no longer squirming on the kitchen chair THAT morning as she sipped her coffee. The first morning after, she could still clearly feel that first spanking’s agonizing glow. The next day after that, only when sitting or moving a certain way, That sensation, the sting, the heat, the tingle, although not a pleasant feeling, was always accompanied by such a contentment and a sense of security that she just couldn’t explain. That morning she had started in on Peter after he left a mess near the coffee machine. Peter had apologized as he cleaned it up, but no… she couldn’t leave well enough alone. She didn’t even remember what else she began to nag Peter about but it built and intensified till finally Peter said “That’s quite enough…”. Unfortunately for her bottom it wasn’t enough for Sharon, she didn’t let it go. Finally Peter went quiet and gave her “that look”… It pierced right through her as he told her in a calm quiet voice to get the hairbrush and wait in the bedroom.
Sharon had obediently gone to the bedroom, she took the hairbrush from the dresser, her hand shaking nervously as she placed it on the edge of the bed. It had not been said, nor implied but she knew what to do next as she then went to the corner and closed her eyes reliving how she got there. Peter would certainly be scolding but she already knew that it wasn’t the nagging, it wasn’t making an issue of the great coffee pot mess, it was the display of disrespect when she ignored her husband’s decision. Peter had decided that the conversation had degraded to argument and he wasn’t going to tolerate that decision being ignored.
As she anticipated and listened for Peter to enter the room Sharon convinced herself that this wouldn’t be too bad, she was glad that he had not told her to get that wicked bath brush, that would be intolerable. She knew it wasn’t going to be pleasant of course, and she knew that she didn’t really want it to be, but she wanted to be on the other side of the spanking and in Peter’s arms. Time in the corner always went by far too slowly, she wanted to get it over with and then found herself thinking the opposite… “Oh God, not already…” as she heard Peter walk into the room.
It had been less than two minutes since Peter walked into the room but already Sharon was sobbing uncontrollably, the tears welled up and streaked down her cheeks as Peter scolded his wife for her disrespect. She felt so much pain for having disappointed her loving husband as he pointed out, that this was the sort of thing that in their past had exploded into days and sometimes weeks of not talking to one another. Peter was determined that would never happen again.
“Come here now” were more words that now had much more power when she heard them from Peter, she obeyed. As she turned she watched as Peter rolled up his shirt sleeve, he then took his wristwatch from his left and moved it to his right wrist. Peter was left handed and she knew Peter was moving it to his other arm to protect it, she wanted her butt somehow moved for protection but knew the only place it was going would offer only presentation and absolutely no protection whatsoever. The sight of Peter moving his watch had made her gasp a quick breath, in the following months this became a silent and secret signal they shared. Sometimes a warning to be missed by others in public, sometimes a promise of what was coming. Sharon quickly learned how to tell the difference, it depended on being paired with “that look”.
Now she was over Peter’s lap and he continued to scold as the first warm up smacks found their target. Sharon said a little prayer asking for this to go quickly, seconds later Peter while picking up the pace announced that this was going to take quite some time and that she would be back in the corner at least once before it was all over.
The intensity of the sting had been incredible, now the elastic bands of her panties were laying right across the most tender spots of her bottom, it stung, tingled, itched and burned all at the same time and she wanted so much to touch and comfort her bottom but she knew better. Hands folded behind her head she concentrated on the pains, the pain from her bottom, but more importantly the pain in her heart that she had come so close to damaging their relationship with her disrespect as she had done so many times in the past. Grateful she now knew that her man would never allow that to happen ever again. He had said after sending her to the corner for the “intermission” that seemingly such a simple of sign of disrespect for him, or for herself would always get her the most severe spankings since they could so deeply cut the bond between them. Through the pain, because of it or in spite of it she felt it so strongly, she thought silently “God, I love this man”.
Sharon was regaining her composure and now was thinking that it just wasn’t fair that men got to wear boxer shorts if they chose but women had to have elastic bands in all the wrong places. Then again the signals that came from those elastic bands could be very strong indeed. Peter knew it too, her panties had been lowered in an almost cerimonious fashion, damn that man does too much research. He knew that the panties coming down and then going back on for the corner time added extra brain signals to the whole spanking experience. Just then Peter came back into the bedroom, as he sat on the edge of the bed he ordered his wife to tug them down so he could see how much more work he had to do… “Devious SOB, he knows exactly what he’s doing to me” she thought, then obeyed.
Peter quietly admired his lovely wife’s ass as he thought this whole spanking thing has a lot of added benefits, in all the years of their marriage he couldn’t think of a single time before when he could have said “Sharon, turn around and drop your panties so I can look at your ass…”. He realized that in spite of being a truly wonderful “Kodak Moment” this had to stay serious and real, he was resolve in not letting this be anything other than the exact discipline his wonderful woman needed. With this new life they were living Sharon had challenged him to be a real man and he wasn’t going to be anything less than that for her. Peter could see that he had left an uneven pattern and there was still more work to do, but he knew that it wasn’t her butt he was spanking but her attitude. They had decided that there would only be three simple rules and that would be that he would always hold her accountable for Attitude, Responsibility and Respect. This incident could fall into two of these categories but he had to consider this an issue of Respect and that had the most potential to be harmful. He had a job to do, he ordered Sharon to pull her panties back up and told her they would be getting back to business in just a few minutes.
Sharon returned to Peter’s lap when ordered, she squirmed slightly to get as comfortable as possible and as she did she could feel that Peter had a very quick response to her squirms under his jeans as she could feel him begin to grow. “Not now young lady, lay still, we’re not done yet” Peter’s tone made it clear that he would not be distracted from what he intended to do. She bit her lower lip and closed her eyes as she felt Peter tugging the panties back down. As the minutes went by just like that first real spanking a few short days ago she felt an intense pain that had to be soothed, that pain was not related to the endless sting landing on her bottom, that terrible pain was not being in his arms.
It had all fallen together so perfectly and she was very content with her sore bottom that Peter was now rubbing tenderly. They were embraced and cuddling for what seemed like both minutes and hours. Peter’s hand now was behind her neck, caressing her ear and holding her close. They settled and laid together quietly, after a few moments she slid her hand along Peters chest, she released the top button of his shirt and then moved her hand down to his jeans to find that what she felt earlier.
They spent the rest of the morning making love like newlyweds. They were now cuddling and laughing. Sharon said “Honey, I’m going to need to run up the credit card a bit. Each time you pushed deep inside me all I could think about was that I had to buy new sheets that won’t feel like sandpaper”.
15 November 2006
Last Night (Story)
Moved this over from one of my other blogs that I've now deleted.
Good morning cutie,
:)
What a nice little smile! You certainly seem to already be in such a happy mood this morning. Well, it was a wonderful night of love making wasn't it. I can't remember the last time we went at each other like that. Of course I don't think either one of us planned it that way did we.
I'm sorry, I know you're still very, very tender, but it had to happen. When you first came home and you were being so... quiet, I knew there was probably a lot on your mind. I understand that, but when you neaarly chopped my head off with that comment... I think it was the tone that really pulled my trigger. I could see in your eyes instantly that you knew what you had just set in motion. Of course when I sent you to our bedroom I think we both knew that it was going to have to be something we both remembered for a long time.
What really surprised me was how instantly angry I became. I didn't even realize I was doing it, but I think it took all of maybe two seconds before I had you over the table with you skirt up, panties down and both cheeks addressed. Yes,I saw the shock in your eyes as you turned and scurried to the bedroom, I was as shocked as you were. I'm so glad we use corner time. It may be unpleasant waiting and not knowing what is going to happen... or perhaps knowing what is going to happen, but not knowing how and for how long, but I would never want to put you over my knee for a long spanking so angry. You do know that it isn't anger that gets you over my knee, it's my love for you.
You know it seemed to take so long, I was both so affraid of hurting you, yet still knew it had to hurt a lot for the sake of our relationship. It doesn't make it any easier. Certainly not as enjoyable as the long sensual erotic spanking we did later last night.
I actually saw you go through all of the stages, especially when the fight was gone and you were still taking it all. Then when you were at peace with your situation... The good part of course was when you rolled over and embraced me... that voice of your's, it's SO sexy... Your sobbing whisper of "...thank you honey for loving me so much". I knew that the only thing that mattered in the world was this wonderful woman in my arms.
Well, it's time to wake you, might be a bit early... but you won't be getting ready for work right away. It might have been too much, assigning you a spanking for this morning too, but I can't go back on it now and I know you wouldn't want me to. Well you know I won't be feeling the sting and tingle that you will be feeling all day long, but I'll still be thinking of you, all day long too honey.
Good morning cutie,
:)
What a nice little smile! You certainly seem to already be in such a happy mood this morning. Well, it was a wonderful night of love making wasn't it. I can't remember the last time we went at each other like that. Of course I don't think either one of us planned it that way did we.
I'm sorry, I know you're still very, very tender, but it had to happen. When you first came home and you were being so... quiet, I knew there was probably a lot on your mind. I understand that, but when you neaarly chopped my head off with that comment... I think it was the tone that really pulled my trigger. I could see in your eyes instantly that you knew what you had just set in motion. Of course when I sent you to our bedroom I think we both knew that it was going to have to be something we both remembered for a long time.
What really surprised me was how instantly angry I became. I didn't even realize I was doing it, but I think it took all of maybe two seconds before I had you over the table with you skirt up, panties down and both cheeks addressed. Yes,I saw the shock in your eyes as you turned and scurried to the bedroom, I was as shocked as you were. I'm so glad we use corner time. It may be unpleasant waiting and not knowing what is going to happen... or perhaps knowing what is going to happen, but not knowing how and for how long, but I would never want to put you over my knee for a long spanking so angry. You do know that it isn't anger that gets you over my knee, it's my love for you.
You know it seemed to take so long, I was both so affraid of hurting you, yet still knew it had to hurt a lot for the sake of our relationship. It doesn't make it any easier. Certainly not as enjoyable as the long sensual erotic spanking we did later last night.
I actually saw you go through all of the stages, especially when the fight was gone and you were still taking it all. Then when you were at peace with your situation... The good part of course was when you rolled over and embraced me... that voice of your's, it's SO sexy... Your sobbing whisper of "...thank you honey for loving me so much". I knew that the only thing that mattered in the world was this wonderful woman in my arms.
Well, it's time to wake you, might be a bit early... but you won't be getting ready for work right away. It might have been too much, assigning you a spanking for this morning too, but I can't go back on it now and I know you wouldn't want me to. Well you know I won't be feeling the sting and tingle that you will be feeling all day long, but I'll still be thinking of you, all day long too honey.
04 November 2006
The First Time (Story)
rSharon was getting a bit antsy as she stood in the corner waiting for what was going to be her first real spanking. It had been such a burning desire for so long to know just what it would be like, to feel so helpless and so much under the control of her loving husband. It had been so difficult of a subject to bring up, Sharon was so affraid that Peter would think she was some sort of warped psycho who needed therapy she had kept her desire secret from Peter for years.
Now as the time for Sharon's spanking approached Peter was calling out her remaining corner time and she was getting very nervous. "Honey, I have to pee..." she told Peter. Her soon to be Head of Household gave her permission to go to the bathroom, and told her that her remaining corner time of five minutes was now doubled to ten upon her return. She almost complained then realized it would certainly be the wrong thing to do. She smiled slightly as she realized she hadn't even been spanked yet and she was already learing to choose her words for the wiser.
Back in the corner she tried to stand still and failed miserably. Peter had already warned her once and said there would be no more warnings. She still had eight minutes to go when she heard Peter get out of his chair and walk toward the corner. Then she heard it, Peter undid his buckle and pulled his belt through the loops. The chill and shiver that went through her body was so strong she became putty as she heard that sound. Peter placed a chair behind her and ordered her to bend over and place her hands on the the seat of the chair. He wasn't going to wait, she had been disobedient in the corner and her HOH was going to deal with the matter right now. Twice he told her to stick her butt out further before that first crack landed across both cheeks. Nine more rapid cracks of Peter's belt pierced through her skirt and panties as if they weren't even there, she let out a scream.
This had been a dream, a fantasy, and now a fantasy that was rapidly coming true. Just two short weeks ago Peter was admonishing Sharon for having stopped with her girlfriends from work for cocktails. The fact that Sharon partook of social gathering didn’t bother him at all in fact he thought important that she have her own friends. However the fact that she lost her footing and brushed off the wall as she came into the house told him that she had probably had at least three martinis and then foolishly driven home. It didn’t take long at all before it was a screaming match, shouting at each other and then, without planing it, without realizing it she let out those fateful words that were now changing her life forever… “You don’t really give a f***, if you were a real man and really cared you would spank my ass raw…”. As the words trailed off her tongue silence erupted with the report of the proverbial pregnant pause. Puzzled and hurt Peter in a quiet voice asked for an explanation. Sharon bit her lip as she walked to the wet bar and poured herself a very tall glass of courage. Mumbling to herself as she slowly took the first sip… “In for a penny, in for a pound…” Then proclaimed, “Darling, you may very well think I’m totally f***ed up in the head but the cat is out of the bag so I may as well tell you it all. I know what I want and I know what I need”.
Sharon and Peter sat for hours talking, mostly Sharon doing the talking and she was amazed that Peter was actually listening with an intensity she had seldom seen. She was amazed to learn that Peter after all these years was telling her that he too had a few secret fantasies, they agreed to explore. Over the next two weeks they had become totally engrossed in each other’s interests and spent hours playing and planing and reading ever last bit of information they could find. Teaching each other about how these dreams would play out. This was not going to be a game, not role play, they both wanted this to unquestionably real.
The discomfort she felt was compounded by the fact that Peter had forbidden her from rubbing her sore butt as she now held her position with her hands folded behind her. "Oh shit, this is really going to happen" raced through her mind as peter announced one minute to go, then continued to scold her for the drving incident that would finally be firmly delt with.
As she was told to turn around, she could see that Peter was now sitting on the sofa, her heart skipped a beat as she noticed the hairbrush and bathbrush within his reach. His curling finger motioned her to his lap. As she waited Peter reminded her one more time that there would be no safe word, nothing would prevent her from getting the complete sound spanking she deserved.
It was too late for Sharon to ask herself if she was really sure that this was what she wanted, but she did anyway and gasped as she felt Peter lifting her skirt and then the tug on her panties. He pulled them down far enough to expose the tops of her thigs and she realized it was a mistake to point Peter to some of the better information about spanking on the internet. His hand was now moving across her butt as he pointed out to her all the spots that would be the most sensitive and that he had every intention of taking full advantage of them. He began with a slow warm up with his bare hand, then Peter announced "Honey, this IS what you need and this is going to make you submissive to me".
Sharon had expected a hot burning sensation and had never realized in all her fantasies and even durring the times that she had smacked her own ass to know what it would feel like... That the reality that was now playing out on her bottom was a sting, a relentless intensifying sting. The sting was building upon itself with every smack of Peter's firm hand and it was really starting to scare her that she wasn't going to be able to take very much of this. "Ok, wait... stop" she said as she moved her hand to block Peter's smacks. "No baby, it's not going to stop and in fact it hasn't even started yet" Peter answered, then grabed her hand and held it in place behind her back and made sure she realized that the smacks were going to get faster and faster.
Sharon was getting upset, Peter was smacking too fast and too often in the same spot, he wasn't doing it right and he was going to make it hurt too much in one spot. She decided that this had to stop now, if Peter wasn't going to stop she decied it was time to just jump up and put a stop to it now. Sharon was furiosuly kicking her legs now and if she had to she was going to bounce herself right off of Peter's lap. Contrary to her plans Peter held her in place and then swung his free leg over hers locking her in place. "No sweetie, you're not going anywhere and I'll be the onc to decide when you've had enough, we're just getting started".
The pause while he changed position barely gave Sharon a chance to take a breath before she lost it all, the hairbrush arrived with a fierce intensity that she had never imagined. Sharon was now crying loudly and began to plead, but her pleas fell on deaf ears. Peter found that the flat of the brush on the sides of her cheeks were really getting a reaction so he concentrated there and changed spots without a predictable rhythym. Every time Sharon thought "I hope not that spot again..." sure enough it was as if he was reading her mind and landed a relentless volley in that exact spot. When he concentrated on the crease between her cheeks and thighs she began to fear that Peter would never stop.
Sharon was begging and pleading now, telling Peter she was so sorry. Peter in a calm determined voice answered her pleas, "Yes honey, I know your sorry, but not sorry enough yet". Sharon wasn't crying out so loud anymore as she mentally prayed that she could faint and wake up as it was all over, but instead was fealing more alert the less she wanted.
Sharon began to realize that this spanking that she was hating was exactly what had to happen. Her man, the man who loved her so much was taking his rightful place as her Head of Household and he was finally proving he wouldn't tolerate her hurting herself or their relationship anymore. Sharon latched so hard onto that acceptance that suddenly she realized that she hadn't even been able to tell that Peter had switched to the bath brush. She did know it was the bath brush, it was so God awful intense and the sting was accompanied by a deeper wallop now. Just as she was sure this was the right thing for her and thanked God it had finally happened Peter switched back to his bare hand. She wanted him to stop so much now, but not because of the pain but because it was so painful to not be hugging and kissing Peter, she needed to be held right now more than anytime in her life.
As Peter released the lock on Sharon's legs and moved her hand free she in one fell swoop was at his neck kissing and hugging him, begging him to forgive her. She began to wimper things that she thought were long forgotten in her own mind, begging him to forgive her, telling him everything as her emotions poured out in her tears and wimpers.
Peter simply whisperd "I know baby, it's all over now, everything is forgiven, everything will be alright... shush baby, it's all over...".
(To Be Continued)
Actually to be continued by you !!
I am asking any reader of this blog to respond with their own version of the perfect ending to this story.
I'll read any and choose the one that best matches my personal dream of how this expereince progresses.
Should they go on to hours of cuddling?
Perhaps Sharon and Peter go into a wild D/s adventure that tests their resolve to make thins work...
Or, perhaps they next try an erotic spanking.... How would it play out in your mind?
Personally I could write this story with a hundred different endings.
But...
I'm asking how would you end this story?
Vince
Now as the time for Sharon's spanking approached Peter was calling out her remaining corner time and she was getting very nervous. "Honey, I have to pee..." she told Peter. Her soon to be Head of Household gave her permission to go to the bathroom, and told her that her remaining corner time of five minutes was now doubled to ten upon her return. She almost complained then realized it would certainly be the wrong thing to do. She smiled slightly as she realized she hadn't even been spanked yet and she was already learing to choose her words for the wiser.
Back in the corner she tried to stand still and failed miserably. Peter had already warned her once and said there would be no more warnings. She still had eight minutes to go when she heard Peter get out of his chair and walk toward the corner. Then she heard it, Peter undid his buckle and pulled his belt through the loops. The chill and shiver that went through her body was so strong she became putty as she heard that sound. Peter placed a chair behind her and ordered her to bend over and place her hands on the the seat of the chair. He wasn't going to wait, she had been disobedient in the corner and her HOH was going to deal with the matter right now. Twice he told her to stick her butt out further before that first crack landed across both cheeks. Nine more rapid cracks of Peter's belt pierced through her skirt and panties as if they weren't even there, she let out a scream.
This had been a dream, a fantasy, and now a fantasy that was rapidly coming true. Just two short weeks ago Peter was admonishing Sharon for having stopped with her girlfriends from work for cocktails. The fact that Sharon partook of social gathering didn’t bother him at all in fact he thought important that she have her own friends. However the fact that she lost her footing and brushed off the wall as she came into the house told him that she had probably had at least three martinis and then foolishly driven home. It didn’t take long at all before it was a screaming match, shouting at each other and then, without planing it, without realizing it she let out those fateful words that were now changing her life forever… “You don’t really give a f***, if you were a real man and really cared you would spank my ass raw…”. As the words trailed off her tongue silence erupted with the report of the proverbial pregnant pause. Puzzled and hurt Peter in a quiet voice asked for an explanation. Sharon bit her lip as she walked to the wet bar and poured herself a very tall glass of courage. Mumbling to herself as she slowly took the first sip… “In for a penny, in for a pound…” Then proclaimed, “Darling, you may very well think I’m totally f***ed up in the head but the cat is out of the bag so I may as well tell you it all. I know what I want and I know what I need”.
Sharon and Peter sat for hours talking, mostly Sharon doing the talking and she was amazed that Peter was actually listening with an intensity she had seldom seen. She was amazed to learn that Peter after all these years was telling her that he too had a few secret fantasies, they agreed to explore. Over the next two weeks they had become totally engrossed in each other’s interests and spent hours playing and planing and reading ever last bit of information they could find. Teaching each other about how these dreams would play out. This was not going to be a game, not role play, they both wanted this to unquestionably real.
The discomfort she felt was compounded by the fact that Peter had forbidden her from rubbing her sore butt as she now held her position with her hands folded behind her. "Oh shit, this is really going to happen" raced through her mind as peter announced one minute to go, then continued to scold her for the drving incident that would finally be firmly delt with.
As she was told to turn around, she could see that Peter was now sitting on the sofa, her heart skipped a beat as she noticed the hairbrush and bathbrush within his reach. His curling finger motioned her to his lap. As she waited Peter reminded her one more time that there would be no safe word, nothing would prevent her from getting the complete sound spanking she deserved.
It was too late for Sharon to ask herself if she was really sure that this was what she wanted, but she did anyway and gasped as she felt Peter lifting her skirt and then the tug on her panties. He pulled them down far enough to expose the tops of her thigs and she realized it was a mistake to point Peter to some of the better information about spanking on the internet. His hand was now moving across her butt as he pointed out to her all the spots that would be the most sensitive and that he had every intention of taking full advantage of them. He began with a slow warm up with his bare hand, then Peter announced "Honey, this IS what you need and this is going to make you submissive to me".
Sharon had expected a hot burning sensation and had never realized in all her fantasies and even durring the times that she had smacked her own ass to know what it would feel like... That the reality that was now playing out on her bottom was a sting, a relentless intensifying sting. The sting was building upon itself with every smack of Peter's firm hand and it was really starting to scare her that she wasn't going to be able to take very much of this. "Ok, wait... stop" she said as she moved her hand to block Peter's smacks. "No baby, it's not going to stop and in fact it hasn't even started yet" Peter answered, then grabed her hand and held it in place behind her back and made sure she realized that the smacks were going to get faster and faster.
Sharon was getting upset, Peter was smacking too fast and too often in the same spot, he wasn't doing it right and he was going to make it hurt too much in one spot. She decided that this had to stop now, if Peter wasn't going to stop she decied it was time to just jump up and put a stop to it now. Sharon was furiosuly kicking her legs now and if she had to she was going to bounce herself right off of Peter's lap. Contrary to her plans Peter held her in place and then swung his free leg over hers locking her in place. "No sweetie, you're not going anywhere and I'll be the onc to decide when you've had enough, we're just getting started".
The pause while he changed position barely gave Sharon a chance to take a breath before she lost it all, the hairbrush arrived with a fierce intensity that she had never imagined. Sharon was now crying loudly and began to plead, but her pleas fell on deaf ears. Peter found that the flat of the brush on the sides of her cheeks were really getting a reaction so he concentrated there and changed spots without a predictable rhythym. Every time Sharon thought "I hope not that spot again..." sure enough it was as if he was reading her mind and landed a relentless volley in that exact spot. When he concentrated on the crease between her cheeks and thighs she began to fear that Peter would never stop.
Sharon was begging and pleading now, telling Peter she was so sorry. Peter in a calm determined voice answered her pleas, "Yes honey, I know your sorry, but not sorry enough yet". Sharon wasn't crying out so loud anymore as she mentally prayed that she could faint and wake up as it was all over, but instead was fealing more alert the less she wanted.
Sharon began to realize that this spanking that she was hating was exactly what had to happen. Her man, the man who loved her so much was taking his rightful place as her Head of Household and he was finally proving he wouldn't tolerate her hurting herself or their relationship anymore. Sharon latched so hard onto that acceptance that suddenly she realized that she hadn't even been able to tell that Peter had switched to the bath brush. She did know it was the bath brush, it was so God awful intense and the sting was accompanied by a deeper wallop now. Just as she was sure this was the right thing for her and thanked God it had finally happened Peter switched back to his bare hand. She wanted him to stop so much now, but not because of the pain but because it was so painful to not be hugging and kissing Peter, she needed to be held right now more than anytime in her life.
As Peter released the lock on Sharon's legs and moved her hand free she in one fell swoop was at his neck kissing and hugging him, begging him to forgive her. She began to wimper things that she thought were long forgotten in her own mind, begging him to forgive her, telling him everything as her emotions poured out in her tears and wimpers.
Peter simply whisperd "I know baby, it's all over now, everything is forgiven, everything will be alright... shush baby, it's all over...".
(To Be Continued)
Actually to be continued by you !!
I am asking any reader of this blog to respond with their own version of the perfect ending to this story.
I'll read any and choose the one that best matches my personal dream of how this expereince progresses.
Should they go on to hours of cuddling?
Perhaps Sharon and Peter go into a wild D/s adventure that tests their resolve to make thins work...
Or, perhaps they next try an erotic spanking.... How would it play out in your mind?
Personally I could write this story with a hundred different endings.
But...
I'm asking how would you end this story?
Vince
29 October 2006
The Mentor and Spankee
"My bottom smarts"
"it stings so bad"
"It burns and hurts"
"I can't sit..."
So many women want to be able to say these things. It’s absolutely amazing how many women want to be disciplined and actually spanked till they can't think of anything else. They want to be spanked. They want a man who will take control and teach them to be submissive to his authority in a relationship.
But...
It just doesn't happen that way. For as hard as it is for a man to find a woman who wants to be spanked, it's just as hard for a woman to find a man that she can tell that she needs to be spanked.
So, many women while wanting to find a head of household actually find a Dom. That can be all well and good, or it could be a nightmare. He may work out to be the perfect solution or he may treat her as a doormat which may be the last thing she wants.
As I've posted before it's not domination that makes a good HOH, rather honorable character, integrity and consistency. It would seem that most people have a common view that respect must exist by and between both parties. How can you have respect without those precious traits.
However wherever or however you find these things people should always take every conceivable caution especially for that first time meeting if between a would-be Mentor and Spankee. Discuss it all and understand every step, ask and answer all question even the tough ones. Protect yourself with a call from a friend that knows. Nothing new, but when it feels like it's going to happen all caution goes to the wind, be smart and avoid that error.
"it stings so bad"
"It burns and hurts"
"I can't sit..."
So many women want to be able to say these things. It’s absolutely amazing how many women want to be disciplined and actually spanked till they can't think of anything else. They want to be spanked. They want a man who will take control and teach them to be submissive to his authority in a relationship.
But...
It just doesn't happen that way. For as hard as it is for a man to find a woman who wants to be spanked, it's just as hard for a woman to find a man that she can tell that she needs to be spanked.
So, many women while wanting to find a head of household actually find a Dom. That can be all well and good, or it could be a nightmare. He may work out to be the perfect solution or he may treat her as a doormat which may be the last thing she wants.
As I've posted before it's not domination that makes a good HOH, rather honorable character, integrity and consistency. It would seem that most people have a common view that respect must exist by and between both parties. How can you have respect without those precious traits.
However wherever or however you find these things people should always take every conceivable caution especially for that first time meeting if between a would-be Mentor and Spankee. Discuss it all and understand every step, ask and answer all question even the tough ones. Protect yourself with a call from a friend that knows. Nothing new, but when it feels like it's going to happen all caution goes to the wind, be smart and avoid that error.
28 October 2006
Five Lies Women Tell Themselves
Wow, what an epiphany.
Guys... Wake up and smell the coffee!!!.
The woman in you life may very well want to tell you things... Things that she wants to do... Special things that may fulfill her fantasies. She needs you to have an open mind....
Here's the scoop:
I've spoken with more than one lady who has found her way into the world of DD through D/s or BDSM. In fact I've spoken with, or had LONG involved IM discussions with women who:
1) She’s was sure that you would NEVER agree to spank her.
2) She’s sure that you are SO square that if you heard her fantasies you would call a lawyer to find out how you could have her committed
3) She’s convinced that you'll never understand that SHE HAS FANTASIES TOO !!!! (because she doesn't know you have them).
4) She thinks that you would never let her try to find your 'G' spot. (Yes, you have one too)
5) That all you want is a quick lay or a nice BJ... and a cold beer... Well, you do!!! But more is nice too... but they she doesn’t know that.
These poor women just don't understand that we guys do have more than a passing interest in sex. The poor things think we just want to pump out a kid or two, get a nice BJ now and then and call it a day. The poor thing just doesn’t realize that we might actually be willing to climb into bed with both her and her fabulously large breasted best friend along with a bottle of chocolate syrup.
Yo...
(I'm from Philly)
For GOD sake tell her you like sex!!!
Guys... Wake up and smell the coffee!!!.
The woman in you life may very well want to tell you things... Things that she wants to do... Special things that may fulfill her fantasies. She needs you to have an open mind....
Here's the scoop:
I've spoken with more than one lady who has found her way into the world of DD through D/s or BDSM. In fact I've spoken with, or had LONG involved IM discussions with women who:
1) She’s was sure that you would NEVER agree to spank her.
2) She’s sure that you are SO square that if you heard her fantasies you would call a lawyer to find out how you could have her committed
3) She’s convinced that you'll never understand that SHE HAS FANTASIES TOO !!!! (because she doesn't know you have them).
4) She thinks that you would never let her try to find your 'G' spot. (Yes, you have one too)
5) That all you want is a quick lay or a nice BJ... and a cold beer... Well, you do!!! But more is nice too... but they she doesn’t know that.
These poor women just don't understand that we guys do have more than a passing interest in sex. The poor things think we just want to pump out a kid or two, get a nice BJ now and then and call it a day. The poor thing just doesn’t realize that we might actually be willing to climb into bed with both her and her fabulously large breasted best friend along with a bottle of chocolate syrup.
Yo...
(I'm from Philly)
For GOD sake tell her you like sex!!!
21 October 2006
No Safe Word
It's impossible to explore the BDSM world without having a firm understanding of Safe, Sane and Consensual. They are the magic words that bind and set the boundaries of safe sex play. Everyone who plays this way must have/use a "safe word". One couple may decide that "Red !!!" will make everything stop... "Yellow" means "I'm getting scared. and green means give me more asshole you're not being hard enough with me. No matter... In the world of LDD it can be just the opposite and a couple that has decided to push the edge of LDD may very well decide that Safe, Sane and Consensual have no place in their bedroom. To do so requires and intense trust and complete communication.
When she is ordered over his lap she may may want to know that she does not have a way of stopping the inevitable spanking. She may very well want to know that absolutely nothing will, or can prevent or protect her from getting a her life altering bottom warming.. She may want that kick of knowing that all control is taken away.When there is such a surrender of control there is compete trust and an intensity that can not be described.
When she is ordered over his lap she may may want to know that she does not have a way of stopping the inevitable spanking. She may very well want to know that absolutely nothing will, or can prevent or protect her from getting a her life altering bottom warming.. She may want that kick of knowing that all control is taken away.When there is such a surrender of control there is compete trust and an intensity that can not be described.
14 October 2006
We Truly Are a Creative Lot
Since spanking can be such a mind game I was wondering just which implement got the most attention from bottom/subs when it was realized that a fresh cheek warming was coming their way. That initial attention "Oh Shi* Factor" can have such an impression on the perceived severity of the forthcoming spanking.
This morning I posted a little quiz on my Yahoo 360 page, I started adding the typical things, paddles and such and then I realized that the list could be virtually endless and left a simple "Other" as the last choice for everything else from wooden spoons to canes. Realizing that the general spanko community is full of creative minds and at the drop of a hat we can look at virtually anything and wonder just how it could be used and might it be an effective implement. We truly are a creative lot aren't we?
I'm anxious to see if anyone comments with a "You should have had "X" as a choice because...".
Inquiring minds want to know.
This morning I posted a little quiz on my Yahoo 360 page, I started adding the typical things, paddles and such and then I realized that the list could be virtually endless and left a simple "Other" as the last choice for everything else from wooden spoons to canes. Realizing that the general spanko community is full of creative minds and at the drop of a hat we can look at virtually anything and wonder just how it could be used and might it be an effective implement. We truly are a creative lot aren't we?
I'm anxious to see if anyone comments with a "You should have had "X" as a choice because...".
Inquiring minds want to know.
04 October 2006
Is It True?
This entry started as a reply to sassyminx who commented on my previous post. I decided it needed an entry of it's own. Oh, well... perhaps it's silly to spend so much time wondering why we, who do TTWD, do this thing we do...
Does a submissve regret the disapponitment that you've caused your HOH more than the pain of the spanking?
Do you think this brings a D/s (as in BDSM) aspect to the relationship?
or...
Perhaps, do you think that that practicing LDD makes ones want to avoid the consequences of pain or dissapointment equally?
or...
Do you crave the pain of the punishment spanking because you know that with it comes forgiveness and aftercare?
Perhaps what drives you is the need for a 24/7 in the home. You are in control in your profession, but don't want control at all in your private life.
Just some thought provokers...
Tell me what you think, makes you crave LDD.
Does a submissve regret the disapponitment that you've caused your HOH more than the pain of the spanking?
Do you think this brings a D/s (as in BDSM) aspect to the relationship?
or...
Perhaps, do you think that that practicing LDD makes ones want to avoid the consequences of pain or dissapointment equally?
or...
Do you crave the pain of the punishment spanking because you know that with it comes forgiveness and aftercare?
Perhaps what drives you is the need for a 24/7 in the home. You are in control in your profession, but don't want control at all in your private life.
Just some thought provokers...
Tell me what you think, makes you crave LDD.
30 September 2006
Pain or Pleasure
The head of household has ordered his partner to the corner, at the appropriate moment he then orders her to his side. He clearly explains what is going to happen, she is going to be spanked. He’s made it clear that it’s not going to be quick and done, this will take a while. By the time he is done he intends to have completely secured her submission to him as her HOH.
Her skirt has been raised, her panties are down, she is laying across her HOH’s knee, she knows that there is no escape as she waits for the spanking to begin. She feels the first light slaps find her still cool bottom as the warm-up begins. The slaps are not very rapid and in fact are happening very slowly, there are pauses as he caresses between slaps. The spanks are coming harder now, in fact, very hard but still not very fast. The smacks sting and warm her bottom but it’s a good warm, the sting tingles and it’s spreading to other areas. His hands are roaming more and more, fingers are probing everywhere between smacks and instead of kicking and trying to escape, this time her pelvis is thrusting upward to meet and welcome every hard smack. She knows the spanking is getting very intense but she no longer hates the pain, she now craves it. She is somewhere different now, floating like an out of body experience and all sense of time is gone. The HOH is totally amazed at the response from each swing, there appears to be no end to her pleasure, she wants more and more.
What has happened here is that with very little difference in the actual process of spanking, pausing and probing and caressing has taken what would be an act of discipline and turned it into an extraordinarily erotic experience. The preparation, the words that were spoken, all similar but profoundly different and the intended destination of the spanking was different too. I’ve said before that one does not spank the butt, it’s merely a conduit to the brain. This time it has become a conduit to indescribable pleasure.
What is illustrated here is the power in the words and delivery. That swing with the stingy paddle can have a profoundly different response when it lands on the bottom. How it was framed, with scolding and other preparation a spanking is sent to the emotional core and the sting in the butt is small compared to the pain of knowing she caused her HOH disappointment.
03 September 2006
The Different Stages of a Spanking
I found a file on a Yahoo group. The file was posted by ddsamantha13, it appears to be a pretty good analysis of the different stages and thoughts that go through a submissive's mind during a spanking. What I'm going to do is quote the list, and comment on each item.
1. Submission to the spanking.
Time to submit, I am either required to bare myself and wait for him to enter the room, or he walks with me down the hall, holding my hand, leading me. Sometimes I pray: Lord forgive me for X. Father I give you this rebellious spirit and ask that you replace it with your Spirit, making me a treasure before you and my husband.
Other times, I have prayed WAY before the punishment and I am now either so overcome with remorse for what I have done--or I am in full dread mode because I know I truly deserve what is about to happen to me.
When it comes time to actually assume a position or retrieve an implement, I am usually embarrassed. Especially if he requires me to make eye contact.
Sometimes the punishment is proceeded by talking --WHILE I am in position. I am asked if I know why I am being punished and I am required to give an honest answer. If it is incomplete, or incorrect, I am told exactly WHY I am in the position I am in. I am asked if I FULLY understand. Then, the time for talking is over.
The submission began long before "The walk down the hall", of course it began with her decision to trust her HOH and give him the authority to hold her accountable. This isn't play and she knows it's not play, it's real because she and her HOH want it to be that way.
2. I can handle this.
Sometimes I skip this stage... if he starts out with lots of gusto. But if I enter this stage it is usually because I am a bit pious about my abilities to contain any emotion that might give him a sense of satisfaction. At this stage I have a wall of PRIDE, that I am not going to let him see me give into this pain... (Just remember Pride goeth before the panties fall... Or just after they fall... *said grinning*). Some times, if I have a defiant attitude about the punishment, I try to turn this into a battle of wills. He is NOT going to see me hurt!
She's describing a slow build-up and warm up for this stage, the way she describes it's as if she doesn't like her "Wall of Pride" and defiance, she'll be happy when it is gone and it won't be long now.
3. Ouch--that hurts.
My mind is beginning to spin and really think. It is usually not thinking on what got me here, but that it is hurting a bit more, but I am still not giving in. No way is he going to see me squirm! I MIGHT be starting to be a bit worried at this point.
The spanking is building upon itself and she's starting to remember that this isn't going to be pleasant.
4. Ouch that REALLY hurts.
Even closer, I am probably squirming quite a bit, repeating a mantra, of STOP I got the point, okay, pleeeeze stop, but still not thinking through why I am here. Besides the squirming, if I am OTK, even though my legs are trapped under his leg, my feet are trying to run the 3 minute mile....kicking frantically. If my head is in my pillow....I am squeezing it and biting it to not cry out too loud. I'm starting
to sweat!
The HOH is doing an effective job, but the job certainly isn't done yet. She's no longer trying to hide that it hurts, she's vocally admitting the spanking, but she hasn't accepted it yet. "Ok I get it" or "I'm sorry" at this stage just means the HOH needs to keep going, there's more work to do.
5. OK---ENOUGH--STOP!!!!
PURE PANIC sets in! Is this ever going to stop? I have to get away. The struggle becomes intensified. At this point the tiger is waking. FLIGHT-- or--FIGHT seem the only options.
The submissive has really begun to realize that the spanking is not optional. She's not going to make the storm on her butt go away with words, her natural instinct is to escape the pain. The HOH needs to make sure that she can not get away or the effort so far will have been a waste.
6. Full fledged anger and pain avoidance
(may physically fight HOH and need to be restrained or firmly held down so they understand that escape is NOT an option)
I AM NOT STAYING PUT ANY LONGER! BYE! I AM DONE-- CATCH YA LATER!! LET ME GO!!! NOW!!!!!!!!! Tiger is fully awake and In attack mode. My body is REALLY fighting now and all of my strength is fighting to escape. I am MAD!!! STOP IT!! STOP IT!! STOP IT!!!!!! OH GOD......PLEASE MAKE HIM STOP!!!!
This is like the previous stage but now her anger and desire to escape isn't just hot, it's boiliing. This is a very dangerous time, if she were to actually escape that tiger she describes would turn the tables and surely consume the poor unsuspecting helpless HOH.
7. Acceptance of punishment
(as shown by stopping fighting And accepting the spanks--HOH should be sure and continue for just a short bit at this point)
Now I know I can't get away so I think about why I am here (briefly) but it is very necessary for that to happen. The tiger is panting and out of fight...and is now accepting of her fate. She is starting to understand. No fighting now... just a slowly building awareness that a wrong has been done... and the price will be paid.
This stage is the first sign for the HOH that there is an end in sight and the job has been done properly. She now knows that her HOH has held her accountable, not just this time but she knows he will the next time too. There has been a special memory created, spanking the bottom has gotten to the brain.
8. Repentance
(need to be forgiven and vow to not do again)
Pride is gone! Why I am here has been thought through, and he has made sure I WILL AVOID AT ALL COSTS, any similar incident. Guilt is gone, and forgiveness granted.
Sweet Sweet, Sweet. What an act of love... by both of you! YOU, for your submission, and HIM, for his strength and leadership in your relationship. All is again right in your little corner of God's world.
This is the Holy Grail of Loving Domestic Discipline. This is the most important part of the whole spanking. The HOH must forgive her, he should tell her that everything is forgiven, everything will be allright. The emotions that flow forth must be accepted with as much aftercare as needed, nothing else matters.
"Guilt is gone, and forgiveness granted. Sweet Sweet, Sweet. What an act of love... by both of you! ... All is again right in your little corner of God's world."
What a wonderful sentiment.
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