Discipline: A first time for everything…

When I say I have been thinking about discipline for as long as I can remember, I mean that. I didn’t have the vocabulary or context when I was younger, to differentiate between the concepts of punishment and discipline, but if I had to sub-categorize my spanking fetish, I’d lodge it under discipline. When I first entered the scene, I had similar ideas of what relationships between spankos looked like as most probably do – my ideas were from stories and the fiction of the stories turned out to be just as much fiction in real life. The reality is, very few people successfully do DD or other discipline based kink dynamics, 24/7/365. I’d argue most don’t and if speaking candidly, they’d probably admit that. Some won’t – and those are also relationships that are likely unsustainable. I’ve talked about why a lot before but it boils down to the fact that we are all adults and even when giving up control and wanting to give up control, we still have to actually do life. Those it works for, are most aware of that, and allow flexibility.

Buckle up, this is going to be a long one.

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Tiny Spanking Story #29

I didn’t forget! I’ve just spent the day exploring Amsterdam! It’s drizzling, and this popped into my head.

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The rain isn’t heavy but it’s sharp against the window because it’s cold and windy. Luckily, there’s a window nearby and the sound begins to lull her into a quiet, focused, state, which is perfect for corner time.

She’s been given a ten minute reprieve to digest her dinner, the dinner she had forgotten to eat, after a day of forgetting to eat. She won’t forget to eat tomorrow, because apparently, her bottom is going to be too sore for her to forget.

When she’s called out, she whimpers at the sight of the small, round, heavy wood paddle on the stool in the middle of the room. She’s not even going to get the comfort of his lap this time. Bending over the stool requires tippy toes to reach the other side and by the time she’s settled, her bottom and thighs are taut and the butterflies in her stomach are in a tornado.

A cold, hard, paddling. He’s not gentle either. He gives her barely any time in between each of the 36 swats and by 10, she’s crying out and begging. By 15, tears are freely falling, and by the end, her bottom is bruised and achey and she desperately needs a tissue.

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Just a little thing. And hey! Not a hairbrush!

-M

Tiny Spanking Story #24

Oh this one is a tiny bit naughty…well, naughtier?

This is another one I might expand on, actually!

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The two abruptly pull apart, Elena tucking her head under the blanket and James pulling his side up to his chin. James’ housemaster looks absolutely baffled, standing in the door to his room, as though catching him with a girl in the middle of the night is the most surprising thing that could have happened.

“Make yourselves presentable and meet me in my office.” The edge to his voice was sharp.

By the time they had gotten their clothes back on and tidied their hair, Whittaker had called Elena’s housemistress, and they were confronted by a rather stern site when coming into the office at the end of the hall.

Whittaker held a junior cane and Ms. Bea’s hands were clasped in front of her.

“It appears very obvious how the two of you were spending your time. You both know very well that girls are not allowed in boys dorms – and vice versa. In this situation, you may have your behavior reported to the headmaster and be dealt with by him tomorrow, or we can deal with the situation now, and move on.”

Given the egregious nature of their behavior, they both opted to be dealt with on the spot. Seeing the headmaster could mean receiving their strokes plus some sort of suspension or expulsion and most certainly letters home to their parents.

Ms. Bea removed her tawse from her skirt pocket and motioned for Elena to stand in front of her. Girls were rarely caned, even for serious infractions, but she had certainly feared it when she saw Whittaker. Seeing the belt that was typically reserved for hands and thighs was almost a relief.

“You’ll each be receiving the same punishment, and what the other would typically expect. Six strokes of the cane over your knickers and underpants as well as three strokes of the tawse to each hand. Perhaps with those reminders, you’ll refrain from appalling behavior.”

Elena began to cry as Whittaker directed James over his desk and instructed him to take his trousers down.

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