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 #28

Inspired by the stress and anxiety of travel – of which I experienced a healthy dose today!

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The Delta customer service agent hadn’t been helpful at all. I slammed my phone onto the counter after our call ended and the screen protector cracked from edge to edge. This was enough to send the tears cascading down my cheeks finally.

Quietly, he came into the kitchen behind me, gripped me firmly by the ear, and lead me to the bedroom, despite my very vocal protests. Without a word, he sat on the end of the bed and pulled me clear across his lap, lifting my dress on the way.

The hand spanking was hard and fast and exactly what it needed to be, and drained me of the rest of my tears. A release, and sleep. Rest. A reset. That’s what I needed.

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-M