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Reflecting on 30 Days of D/s- Day 12

Hello fellow bloggers! I have decided to partake in the 30 Days of D/s, which I will utilize as a writing exercise, presented by John Brownstone and Kayla Lords at Loving BDSM.  As suggested by the title, this free activity explores topics surrounding D/s relationships.  I know that there are many of us in this particular circle of writers who are engaged in this writing activity at the moment, so bear with me.  I think that this will be a useful endeavor in further exploring this new lifestyle that Daddy and I have set out on.  As always, thank you for reading!


Loving BDSM’s 30 Days of D/s – Day 12

Prompt: Everyone is at a different point in life. Some people are married and happily kinky. Others are happily kinky but still single. And some find themselves thinking about kink while worrying about how to tell their vanilla partner. At some point, we can all find ourselves in a similar situation.  If you’ve already gone through this, use this as a way to think about how you told your partner and what worked (or didn’t) for you. If you’re still trying to work up the courage, use today’s email as a starting point. You don’t have to have the conversation today but maybe you can write some conversation starters or points you want to make when you do.

I felt a bit of nostalgia reading this discussion prompt this morning as I remembered back to when Daddy and I first met, long ago.  One of the first times we were intimate, I shyly told him that I liked being spanked and he very obligingly turned me over his knee to spank my thong-clad backside.  We were worried his roommate might hear…but not worried enough to stop.  Back then, Daddy spanked me fairly lightly and it was much more sexual than what we do today.  We’ve talked about this in the past and while he was surprised by my request for a spanking, he enjoyed the act of having me over his knee and the access it gave him to my lower anatomy.  As we grew closer and the years passed by we would frequent sex shops while on vacation.  We acquired my first vibrator, a small leather paddle that said “slut” on it, flavored massage oils, anal beads, and a tickling feather.  We sure thought we were kinky back then…even had a special drawer just for our toys.

I laugh now as my eyes have been opened to the world of BDSM, D/s, DD, etc.  I really didn’t know much about these dynamics until the 50 Shades trilogy was released (not that this was much of an education, but it was an introduction).  I remember that my husband was out of town on a camping trip and I picked up the first book at Target on a whim.  I could not put it down!  I actually drove back to Target that night and bought the other two books, and I was holed up in our apartment all weekend with my first introduction to BDSM.  When my husband returned, I told him about the books and how hot I thought they were.  We may have been a little more kinky after that, but not much changed with regard to our relationship or current sex life.

Five months ago, however; I discovered my first website about domestic discipline.  I’ll be honest…I was looking at spanking porn on-line and accidentally came across it.  It was like a switch was turned on inside me.  I knew that this is what I had always been seeking and I had a feeling that this lifestyle would greatly help my husband and I in our current struggles.  When he came home from work that night, I talked to him about it.  I explained to him how it was different than just spanking for fun, that this was real discipline.  I showed him the website.  We had long conversations about it and what a huge commitment it was, on both our parts.  After lots and lots of talking about it over the span of a few days we decided to commit to incorporating domestic discipline into our marriage and shifting the head of household responsibilities from myself to my husband.  We were both pretty nervous but excited about our new journey too.

When I look back on those conversations and think about what worked and what didn’t, I feel that it all went pretty smoothly.  I approached it openly and honestly with my husband and he listened with respect and interest.  I in no way tried to force anything upon him and he received the information with an open mind.  For the first few weeks it was pretty much all we talked about as we learned our new roles together.  We would give each other a lot of feedback and we both worked hard to incorporate that feedback into our new dynamic.  At this point (today), we both have a pretty clear idea of how this works for us and all the benefits this new lifestyle has afforded us…greater intimacy, more self-fulfillment in our new roles as husband and wife, better team working skills, and oh…did I mention the sex?  Oh…the sex….

While I have thought of it before, this particular prompt has really made me think about what it would be like to know that you need/want BDSM or D/s or DD in your life and not have a current partner.  I imagine what it would be like if I were suddenly alone in this world, without my Daddy.  I know that these needs would not just go away.  This is not a pleasant thought, but when you have lost your mother and younger brother within the same year, you think about these things.  What I would like to express to anyone reading is if you are still searching for your partner, and you enjoy the kinky life we all love writing about, stay true to that journey… your dominant or submissive IS out there, searching for you too.

Happy writing 🙂

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Trust and Obedience

Daddy has worked really hard to teach me how to be a good girl for him.  He is very consistent and very clear about his expectations for my behavior.  Yesterday, I failed him miserably.  I demonstrated a lack of trust in him and when he tried to remind me to behave, I directly disobeyed him.  He is definitely not happy with me and has promised to deal with me when he returns.  There is no doubt in my mind that “dealing with me” is going to mean a very hot and sore bottom for me.

Being Memorial Day weekend we had invited friends over for a BBQ.  When our friends arrived, one of their kids accidentally let our dog out of the gate.  Our dog loves to take herself on a nice, long run so as soon as she saw that gate open she was outta there.  My husband is very calm and practical about this as our dog is very smart about cars and we live in a very rural area with no traffic whatsoever.  I, however; am very over protective and hate when she gets out.  It really stresses me out.  So, my reaction was to throw on my shoes and head for the door.

At this point, Daddy stopped me in the hallway.  Our company was in the other room, putting the food in the kitchen.  Daddy told me that he would get the dog and that I was to go into the kitchen and make our guests comfortable.  Reasonable request, right?  I did not respond how Daddy has trained me to respond to his requests.  Instead of saying, “Yes, Daddy”, I argued with him and told him that I would get the dog.  Daddy gave me a very stern look and again, told me to go into the kitchen and help our guests.  Again, I argued.  At this point, Daddy began to turn me around and I feared he was going to spank me with our guests right in the other room.  I refused to let myself be turned around.  Daddy then told me in a very stern voice to “turn around this minute”.  Again, I did not obey.  He shook his head, angry at my disobedience and I begged him (in a whisper) not to spank me right there where everyone would hear.  He just continued to stare at me, shaking his head, repeating his request that I turn around.  I finally let myself be turned around.  At that point, Daddy pinched my bottom very hard as a reminder to obey.  He told me to get into the kitchen and that he would deal with my disobedience the next day (it was understood that our guests would most likely stay well into the night).

So, Daddy went to get the dog who was already back in the driveway at that point.  We were able to have a fun evening with our friends, despite my disobedience.  That is one thing I really love about Daddy…he doesn’t stay angry at me, he just tells me firmly that he will deal with me later.  While I was mad at myself for being disobedient, I worked very hard at being a good host and I know that pleased Daddy.  When I look back on the event, I know that I demonstrated a lack of trust in my Daddy by not seeing that he was more than capable of bringing the dog home.  I also was directly disobedient in two ways… not obeying his request to go to the kitchen and help our guests, and not turning around for the reminder pinch he planned on giving me.  I was able to talk to Daddy after this happened and he reassured me that he would never spank me within ear shot of friends or family, to protect our privacy.  He was very disappointed that I didn’t trust him not to do this.  All in all, it was definitely a learning experience.

Daddy was not able to be here to discipline me tonight, but I know I am surely facing a serious spanking tomorrow when he gets home from work.  Tonight, he had me write lines for him as part of my punishment.  I wrote “I will trust and obey my Daddy at all times” one hundred times for him, while sitting at our dining room table, nude, with a plug in my bottom.  I am definitely feeling contrite and sorry for my actions.  I know that I have come a long way since we began to incorporate domestic discipline into our marriage, but I still need to work on my reactions when I am stressed.  I have no doubt that Daddy’s discipline will help me to do just that.

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Spanking Fiction- Crystal’s Story Continues

If you find reading about a young, adult women getting spankings offensive, please leave this page.

To the rest of you, happy reading!  Trying my hand at writing spanking fiction…

~ Nora


When Daddy entered the living room, he was greeted by the sight of three naughty young ladies, each in their respective corner.  In his right hand he held the dreaded oak paddle, which he would soon use to ensure that none of these young ladies sat comfortably for the next few days.  He took an armless chair from the dining room table and placed it in the center of the room.

He sat down on the chair and called the girls to him.  He was pleased to see them rush to attention as they had all learned the consequences for keeping him waiting long ago.

“Get those panties down to your knees and sit down,” he ordered, gesturing to the couch he was facing.

His three daughters quickly obeyed and soon, there were three bare bottoms sitting on the couch.  They each looked very anxious.  Daddy typically spanked them in private so being made to take down their panties in front of each other was something of a new experience.

“Hands on your head,” Daddy said sternly.  They obeyed immediately.

He let them sit there in silence for a minute, anticipating the spanking that they knew was coming.

“I hope that you all are still tasting the soap…did that teach you a lesson about swearing?” Daddy asked, knowing it had.

He heard “Yes Sir’s” and a “Yes Daddy”.

“Well, now you are going to learn just what Daddy thinks about you girls fighting with one another and saying means things to each other.  You should be ashamed of yourselves, young ladies.  You are sisters and that is a very important and special bond that you shouldn’t take for granted.  You are very lucky to have one another, “ Daddy lectured them sternly, while lightly tapping the paddle against his leg.

“You have really disappointed your mother and I tonight.  Fighting and swearing will not be tolerated in this house, do you understand me?” He asked.

Again…”Yes Sir”.

“I know that I usually discipline you in private but I think this time it will do you some good to sit there and see each of your sisters paddled until they cry, knowing that you are going to be getting the same treatment shortly.  I really hope you girls learn a lesson from this,” Daddy said, looking each of them in the eye.

“Crystal, you are first.  Come here, young lady,” Daddy said, gesturing at her with his paddle.

Crystal got up quickly and hobbled over to Daddy’s right side, her panties slipping down to her calves.  In no time, Daddy pulled her over his knee and raised her nightie.  She blushed hotly knowing what she must look like both to Daddy and to her sisters.  To Daddy, she looked like a naughty little girl in need of a good, hard spanking on her bare behind to correct her misbehavior.  To her sisters, well, they were more worried about their own turns over Daddy’s knee.

“Young lady,” Daddy began, resting the paddle against Crystal’s upturned behind. “Why are you over Daddy’s knee about to get a spanking?”

With a single tear running down her cheek, Crystal responded, “Because I was swearing and fighting with Jessica and Megan.  I’m really sorry, Daddy.”

As Daddy raised the paddle, he responded, “You are about to be a lot sorrier I’m afraid.”  With that, Crystal’s spanking commenced.  The paddle was raised and brought down sharply, repeatedly, filling the room with sharp cracks and loud wails.  Crystal did her best to maintain her position, face down and bottom up, but she couldn’t help but kick her legs which landed her panties around her ankles.  As Daddy warmed her bottom for her, teaching her a good lesson about swearing and fighting, all she could do in response was beg Daddy to stop spanking her and promising over and over again that she had learned her lesson.  But Daddy ignored her pleas.  These were the pleas of a young lady in the middle of a good, hard spanking and he wasn’t going to be deterred from his duty as a father.  He spanked on and on until there were two cherry red cheeks over his knee that belonged to a very contrite, sobbing girl.

During Crystal’s spanking, it barely registered in her mind that the phone was ringing in the kitchen.  Little did she know that it was Sam calling for her.  Mother took the phone call and though she tried to keep the call brief, Sam could hear the unmistakable sounds of a young lady getting a spanking coming through the line.  When Mother told Sam that Crystal was unavailable at the moment and that she was having a discussion with her Daddy, Sam felt certain that the cries he was hearing were coming from his fiancé.  He wondered what in the world she had gotten herself into this time, though he had no doubt that her Daddy’s discipline was warranted.  He was of the old school belief, much like his own father, that young ladies needed regular spankings to help them behave and maintain a sweet, submissive attitude.

Back in the living room, Daddy finished up Crystal’s spanking with twelve incredibly painful licks with his paddle.  She sobbed over his knee as he examined her bottom for bruising.  She was a little bruised but he knew that sitting on this painful bottom would teach her a lesson.  He gave her bottom a few mild swats and said, “Up you go, young lady,” helping Crystal to rise from where she was.  “You just leave those panties where they are and go sit back down on the couch.  Hands on your head.”

“Yes Daddy,” Crystal sobbed, sitting her well-spanked behind on the scratchy fabric of the couch.  Though she was twenty years old, she appeared much younger in this moment…just a little girl with a soundly spanked bottom, panties tangled around her ankles, and cheeks and lashes wet with tears.

“Jessica, you are next.  Come here young lady,” Daddy ordered.

And soon, he had another one of his daughters over his knees, bottom bare and raised for punishment.  He lectured her briefly but he let his paddle do most of the talking.  Jessica’s response was tearful pleas, wails, and promises to be a good girl.  At eighteen years old, she still had never gotten used to the humiliation of being put across her father’s knee to learn a lesson that Daddy believed was best learned face down, panties down, and bottom up.  When Daddy had paddled her bottom crimson, he sent her back, sobbing, to the couch.  Like Crystal, her bottom was on fire and her attitude contrite.

Now it was Megan’s turn and she was spanked just as long and just as hard with the paddle as her two sisters, who were currently sitting on the couch with their panties down and hands on their heads.  Soon, she was crying and kicking over Daddy’s knee.  After being reminded once already to hold still for her spanking, she soon earned herself a good hand spanking on the backs of her thighs when she began kicking too hard again.  After disciplining her thighs for being naughty during her spanking, Daddy resumed paddling her little bottom cheeks until he was sure she wouldn’t sit down comfortably for some time.  She was then sent back to the couch for Daddy’s post-spanking lecture.

However, Daddy wasn’t quite done dishing out discipline.  After he lectured them again on swearing and fighting in his house, he told all of them to get on up to Megan and Jessica’s room.  One by one, three red bottomed girls trudged up the stairs, hands still on their heads.

When they were all inside the room, Daddy closed the doors.  They waited anxiously, fearful of what was to come.

“Crystal,” Daddy began, pointing at the wall. “Did you put this hole there?”

“Yes Sir, I’m sorry Daddy, it was an accident,” she sobbed, knowing that this was not going to go well for her.

“Sorry is not good enough young lady.  You were extremely careless and you caused damage to this wall.  And now you will pay the piper for your misbehavior,” Daddy took her by the arm and faced her against the wall.  “Put your hands on either side of that hole young lady.  You can stare at that and think about why you are getting a whipping with Daddy’s belt.”

At this announcement, Crystal began to sob again, but she tearfully obeyed.  Daddy had her push her bottom out and keep her feet should width apart, her panties stretched tightly at her ankles.  When she was in the position he demanded he took his belt off and stood behind her.

“You will hold still during your spanking, Crystal…do not move out of that position,” he told her sternly, raising his belt.  “I hope you learn a lesson from this, young lady.”

With that said, Daddy began to spank Crystal with his belt.  As the stiff leather of Daddy’s wide belt cracked down upon her bottom over and over again, she began a slow, steady wail that Mommy could hear downstairs.  Megan and Jessica sobbed for their sister during her spanking.  Neither had ever suffered a whipping with Daddy’s belt and nor did they want to.

Finally, the spanking was over.  Daddy had covered every inch of his daughter’s naughty behind with his belt and he let her sob it out for a minute while he returned his belt to its proper location.  He had three daughters who had stepped out of line and now they had all been properly dealt with.  Punishment had been delivered swiftly.  He had no doubt that there would be three very well-behaved little girls in his house over the next few weeks…it always went that way after spankings were doled out.

“Pull up your panties, all of you,” he ordered.

After they had obeyed, he hugged each of them, explaining how he disliked having to discipline them but that they were well aware of the consequences for breaking Daddy’s rules.  He explained to them, as he had for years, that any little girl who disobeyed Daddy should expect to get a spanking each and every time.

“You will stay in your rooms tonight and think about your behavior.  I don’t want to see any of you until morning,” Daddy finally said.  He led Crystal back to her room and shut both bedroom doors.  Soon, there were three very contrite young ladies, lying face down on their beds, attempting to rub some of the sting out of their well-spanked bottoms.  They would all be sleeping on their tummies tonight.

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Reflecting on 30 Days of D/s- Day 11

Hello fellow bloggers! I have decided to partake in the 30 Days of D/s, which I will utilize as a writing exercise, presented by John Brownstone and Kayla Lords at Loving BDSM.  As suggested by the title, this free activity explores topics surrounding D/s relationships.  I know that there are many of us in this particular circle of writers who are engaged in this writing activity at the moment, so bear with me.  I think that this will be a useful endeavor in further exploring this new lifestyle that Daddy and I have set out on.  As always, thank you for reading!


Loving BDSM’s 30 Days of D/s – Day 11

Prompt: Most of us think of consent as a “Yes” or a “No” when it comes to sex. But really, whether in a vanilla or kinky relationship, there’s more to consent than that. Plus, some D/s relationships play with consensual non-consent. Some relationships have a rule that as long as the submissive is with the Dominant, consent is implied. See? Much more than a yes or no question. Think about consent and what it means to you.

Consent is of the upmost importance in all relationships, as well as in D/s dynamics.  To provide consent, means that an individual expresses approval or agreement regarding the act in question.  As I move forward in my education about dominance and submission, I am learning that there are many different kinds of D/s lifestyles but that they all begin with the submissive providing consent to his/her dominant regarding the lifestyle that has been chosen.  In some relationships, consent may be required numerous times as the couple explores new situations together.  However, in my marriage, my consent was given to my husband just the one time when we decided to incorporate domestic discipline into our relationship.

The consent that I gave my husband was my approval of him handling my discipline.  He expects me to act respectfully to him at all times and to obey his rules.  If I disrespect him, displease him, or disobey him then he will discipline me, which typically means a spanking.  At the start of our journey with D/s, I gave my consent to be spanked as Daddy sees fit.  My husband does not ask my permission each time he disciplines me as it has been agreed up that my consent has already been given.

I am realizing as I move forward in our D/s journey that Daddy and I are rather “vanilla” when it comes to sex.  While we do spice things up a little with anal plugs and the occasional use of the spreader bar, we typically just have really good, yummy sex until we both orgasm.  Daddy doesn’t inflict pain upon me during sex.  There really isn’t anything we do or try that would require additional consent on my part.  To date, we have only done one “scene” which I requested of him.  During our scene, he gave me a mild spanking after which he laid me on the bed on my tummy.  He restrained my hands above my head and placed my ankles in the spreader bar.  He then proceeded to slide our large metal plug in and out of my bottom.  While this wasn’t painful, it was humiliating (for me) and I did cry a little.  However, it was something that I asked Daddy for as a reminder of who I belonged to.  After, he held me and then we had fantastic sex.  This was all consensual.

Perhaps in the future, Daddy may want something from me that would require my additional consent.  However, because we have no trouble communicating about such matters, I feel he would openly and directly ask me about whatever it was he was wanting to try.  If I was uncomfortable doing it, I would have no qualms about expressing that to him and I have no doubt that he would respect my feelings on the matter.

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Reflecting on 30 Days of D/s- Day 10

Hello fellow bloggers! I have decided to partake in the 30 Days of D/s, which I will utilize as a writing exercise, presented by John Brownstone and Kayla Lords at Loving BDSM.  As suggested by the title, this free activity explores topics surrounding D/s relationships.  I know that there are many of us in this particular circle of writers who are engaged in this writing activity at the moment, so bear with me.  I think that this will be a useful endeavor in further exploring this new lifestyle that Daddy and I have set out on.  As always, thank you for reading!


Loving BDSM’s 30 Days of D/s – Day 10

So, the question today is, what’s your safeword? If you don’t want to have one, why not?


Daddy and I do not have a safe word.  We made this decision together at the start of our D/s relationship five months ago as we both felt that it was important for Daddy to have the ultimate control over my body.  If we had a safe word, I would have control over my own discipline, have the ability to make it stop when I wanted to, and this was not appealing to either of us.  Having spent 14 years together, I fully trust Daddy with my life, with everything…and especially with my discipline.

Daddy doles out pretty harsh spankings when I earn them.  There are many times during a spanking when I am crying out “please no” or “please stop Daddy” because in the moment, I cannot imagine taking any more.  However, I am always able to take his spankings, even when I am pushed passed my pain threshold and cry real tears.  It is not uncommon for me to have a sore bottom for several days after as my bottom is bruised from the paddle or cane.  In our marriage, this is the sign of an effective spanking and I am far less likely to displease Daddy in whichever way earned me the spanking in the first place.  That’s just what works for us.  If I were able to use a safe word, and stop my own discipline, Daddy would never be able to get me to “that place”.  I’ve heard other submissives refer to it as “sub space”.  For me, it is the place where I truly learn that my poor behavior was unacceptable and that Daddy is going to make me change.  And…though extremely painful… I love being in that place. Thanks to Daddy’s discipline, I am becoming a much better person and a much better wife.

Daddy and I had a great conversation about hard and soft limits last night (the discussion prompt for Day #9).  It was comforting that we are, as always, on the same page.  I am far more adventurous sexually than he is, but he is willing to try some of the activities we learned about from Loving BDSM’s kink checklist (gosh, we are so vanilla in some ways!).  He told me that he would buy a special collar for me that he will put on me in the evenings sometimes, to give me a physical reminder of who I belong to.  I know that I am incredibly lucky to have a Daddy that I can trust, who has my best interests at heart, and who values and protects our marriage.

Thank you for being you Daddy!  I love you, yesterday, today, and always.

Your little girl,


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Reflecting on 30 Days of D/s- Day 9

Hello fellow bloggers! I have decided to partake in the 30 Days of D/s, which I will utilize as a writing exercise, presented by John Brownstone and Kayla Lords at Loving BDSM.  As suggested by the title, this free activity explores topics surrounding D/s relationships.  I know that there are many of us in this particular circle of writers who are engaged in this writing activity at the moment, so bear with me.  I think that this will be a useful endeavor in further exploring this new lifestyle that Daddy and I have set out on.  As always, thank you for reading!


Loving BDSM’s 30 Days of D/s – Day 09


Do you know what your hard limits are? Are there a few things you’d like to try but you’re a little nervous? They’re such a big part of D/s and kink, it’s never a bad idea to think about them no matter where you are in your relationship.

This is an interesting topic to me and one that I will openly admit, Daddy and I have not discussed much (though I am anxious to now!).  When I consider why this is, I feel that Daddy and I know each other so well we didn’t feel the need to talk about hard and soft limits.  Over the years, we have explored many different facets of our sexuality and we both have a pretty good understanding of what the other enjoys.  However, when I read through the kink checklist provided by Loving BDSM I realized that there are quite a few activities listed that we have never tried, some that I might like to try, and many that I will need to research as I have no clue as to what the activity is (what the heck is a Wartenberg Wheel???…note to self, must Google this later).

After reading through the checklist though, I realized that I do have some hard limits and I’m sure Daddy does as well.  I have zero interest in any kind of bathroom play…no golden showers here.  I am not interested in diaper play.  There will never be any kind of cutting or mutilation occurring in my marriage.  I am not interested in what I perceive to be negative name calling (i.e. being called a whore or a slut).  I am not interested in using duct tape during bondage play as it scares me.  I’ve never heard of mummification, but no thank you.  However, please note as you read this, I do not judge others who do enjoy these activities.  I have strange kinky fantasies and I respect the fact that you do too.  It is that kink that brings us together on WordPress and that is something of great value to me.

With regard to soft limits, there are things that are a little scary to me but that I might like to try.  I recently read about being collared.  This is something that Daddy and I have never done and I think that I might like that physical reminder around my neck of who I belong to.  However, I am really not interested in being led around like a puppy.  Another thing that I might like to try is face fucking.  Obviously, I give Daddy blow jobs, but what we have never tried is me kneeling before him and him actually fucking my mouth while fisting my hair.  This scares me a little…but I think I would like to try it, especially if it would please Daddy.  Another thing I might like to try is an anal hook.  I saw one of these for the first time in a sex shop and I couldn’t help but ask the lady working what people used it for.  She explained to me that it was to be inserted into one’s bottom and then it could be hooked to something (she gave the example of hooking it to hand cuffs or being used during suspension play…oh, suspension play might be another hard limit for me).

Overall, I look forward to continuing to explore kinkiness with Daddy.  I cannot wait to have a conversation with him about hard and soft limits, and read him the kink checklist, as perhaps there are kinks he would like to try that we have never even discussed.  What a conversation that will be!