My punishment/submission stool

For several weeks, Daddy had me look for a punishment stool when I was out shopping.  He wanted it to be made of wood, sturdy with a flat service, so that any naughty little girl who was sitting on it would certainly be made to feel the burning effects of her recent spanking.  About two weeks ago, I found something that I thought would please him and brought it home.  To date, I have only sat on my punishment stool, facing the wall, one time after a well-deserved spanking.  It was very uncomfortable to say the least!  The hard edges of the stool dig into a well-spanked backside, making it a very effective addition to a chastisement.

However, Daddy had other ideas for the new stool as well.  Last night, after a wonderfully long and relaxing bath, I joined my husband in the living room to find this (picture above) waiting for me.  Daddy gave me a big hug and explained that it wasn’t a punishment, but that he felt that sitting on the stool with the plug in my bottom would be a good exercise in submission for me.  He then told me to lower my pajama bottoms to my ankles.  After obeying him, he walked behind me, and I could hear him opening the bottle of lube and preparing the plug.  He then told me to bend over.  I bent at the waist, legs shoulder width apart, presenting my bare bottom (and everything else!) to him.  He gently, but firmly inserted the plug.  I don’t know about you other submissives, but no matter how many times he does this, I never get used to it!  It is so invading, humiliating…the perfect tool for a submission exercise, I suppose.  He then told me to sit down.  And so I sat on my submission stool, plug in my bottom, for thirty minutes while Daddy watched TV.  While sitting there I went through a range of emotions…from being near tears, to being angry at having to sit on the hard stool with a plug invading my bottom when I hadn’t even misbehaved, to the submissive attitude Daddy was looking for.  Unfortunately for me, when I went through my short anger phase, I mouthed off to Daddy and told him that I wanted to get up.  He, obviously, did not allow me to, gave me a stern warning, and added time to my visit on the stool.  After his warning, I was thankfully able to keep my mouth shut and eventually, I felt the glow of submission wash over me.  When it was over, Daddy told me to go wash the plug and return it to the stool, where it sat by the TV for the rest of the evening as a reminder.  I then removed all of my clothes and was able to join Daddy in watching our show together.  He didn’t say that I was going to get a spanking for my attitude during my time on the stool, but…I certainly won’t be surprised.

As you know, my Daddy doesn’t allow me to post pictures of myself or my spanked bottom on this site.  I was allowed to start this blog because I could do so anonymously, protecting our privacy, yet having a forum to discuss with others the topics of domestic discipline, submission, etc.  We both greatly enjoy reading the comments and blogs of others who are on similar journeys (thank you!).  However, Daddy did give me permission to share the actual picture of my new discipline/submission stool…and so, there it is.  My new stool…oh, my poor bottom….

Thank you for reading!  And thank you for the stool, Daddy 🙂

~ Nora