A sexy self-growth project- 30 days of D/s, part deux (Day 5) 18+, NSFW

Hello, my friends!

Three years ago, I participated in the Loving BDSM’s 30 Days of D/s writing prompts and from this experience, I learned a lot about myself and about D/s.  Recently, I embarked on re-reading my former posts and realized that so much of what I have written in the past was either no longer relevant, or, my views on the topics had evolved into something else entirely.  I thought it might be fun to share my before and now posts, side by side.

Also, please note that while I refer to a Dominant as “He” and a submissive as “she” in my writing, this is only done to reflect my own experiences. I do not believe that either role is more inherent to either gender.

Keeping it kinky!

XOXO,

nora

Loving BDSM’s 30 Days of D/s – Day 05

Prompt: As a submissive, are you willing to allow a Dominant to discipline or punish you in your relationship? As a Dominant, are you willing to require discipline or give out punishment? What kinds of punishments can you imagine for bad behavior?

January 2021 

Well, this is one answer that hasn’t changed too much!  Yes, I am absolutely willing to allow a Dominant to discipline me, and in fact, I have realized… I could never enter into a D/s dynamic without a discipline component.  I could forgo the sex stuff (I know what you are thinking…is she crazy?), but I could never forgo the discipline.

Don’t ask me the why of it… but I CRAVE discipline.  Currently, Daddy and I are in a DD dynamic, which includes discipline for breaking rules that we have agreed to.  When and if I break one of our rules, Daddy might discipline me by spanking me, giving me corner time, washing my mouth out with soap, grounding me, assigning me to write lines or letters of apology, or restricting my sexual pleasure.

The short and skinny of it is that I long for a strong, authoritative figure in my life.  Someone who will “take me in hand” when necessary.  Someone who will teach me and who wants to push me to be the best version of myself.  Becoming the best version of me will most likely take a lot of discipline.  Discipline is good for me.  It is a positive element in my life. 

As I have learned, discipline is how I learn best 😊 

  


May 2017

My first reaction when I read this prompt was, “Discipline?  Punishment? Yes, please!”.  I have ALWAYS found the idea of being disciplined attractive and spent most of my adult life craving a good, hard spanking for misbehavior. In fact, I spent some of my childhood dreaming about it as well.  I remember being as young as eight and looking up the word “spanking” in the dictionary, reading those words again and again.  I also remember drawing cartoon pictures depicting little girls getting spankings from their daddies.  I always ripped these up, not wanting to be found out, but the images that I drew are still there in my mind.  As a teenager, I remember nervously sharing with a boyfriend my desire to be spanked.  He never really did spank me, but the few slaps to my jeans he did give me really got me going.  But, that was never enough…what I actually craved was real discipline.

To address the discussion prompt, yes, I am more than willing to allow my Dominant, my Daddy, to discipline and punish me when he sees fit.  In our marriage, he is our head of household.  He watches me like a hawk and any time I cross the line he has drawn, I can expect to be disciplined accordingly.  Most times, this means a spanking.  But, Daddy uses other forms of discipline as well.  He is fond of corner time and anal discipline and I spend many evenings by his side wearing a plug to please him and remind me of my place within our relationship.  He also will discipline me by ordering me to remove my clothing and perform chores wearing only an apron.  And of course, there is ginger figging, mouth soaping, wearing a mouth bit, wrist restraints, the spreader bar, and writing lines as well.  Though Daddy mostly uses writing lines as a preventative discipline, keeping me in the submissive mindset.  I am asked to write lines for him several times per week, typically sitting at our dining room table, nude, and sometimes sitting on a plug.  The lines he assigns vary, but may be something like, “When I obey Daddy we are both happier” or “Submission is our way of life”, to be written anywhere from 25 to 100 times.  If I am to be spanked that night for misbehavior, he may assign lines related to the misbehavior, such as “I will never lie to my Daddy”.

Referring to the discussion prompt from yesterday, Daddy and I spent a lot of time negotiating this lifestyle when we first got started.  With regard to discipline, we started out slowly.  Daddy was a little nervous at first about truly hurting me, but (well, my butt anyway) soon he realized that there wasn’t lasting damage from spankings, even severe ones.  Yes, I may get a bruise or two, but they would fade quickly.  We would talk about the spankings and he would ask me if the spanking had been hard and/or long enough.  In the beginning, typically they weren’t.  I would communicate this and he adjusted his style and the length of the spankings.  He eventually learned that he shouldn’t stop when I begin crying and that when I began sobbing was when my real spanking should actually begin.  I am actually quite proud to say that my Daddy can deliver a spanking to my bottom that truly hurts, makes me cry, and makes me feel incredibly loved and cared for at the same time.  He is still working on his lecturing skills as we both now understand that the lecture is a critical part to the discipline.  After a really good lecture, I may be crying before my spanking even begins.  And always, after my spanking, he holds me and tells me how much he loves me.

Daddy uses a variety of implements when spanking me for misbehavior.  I must say, we have acquired quite the collection!  We have several different wooden paddles, which is my most feared implement.  We also have a leather strap and a tawse.  Then there is the flogger, two different types of leather paddles, the cane, and I can be sent to pick a switch from our apple tree at any time.  Lastly, there is a wooden hairbrush that stays on my nightstand to remind me to behave…Daddy loves to use this on my sit spot as he says it has just the right curvature.

While I have a rather high level of self-discipline, I crave discipline from my husband.  I need his rules and his instructions…this satisfies something deep inside me.  I need to be taken in hand when I misbehave.  I wish I could articulate why I need this, but to be honest, I’m not sure I truly understand why just yet… I just need it.  And, for the first time in my life, I am getting it…and that is a beautiful thing in my world.  Thank you for loving me enough, and being strong enough, to discipline me Daddy.

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  1. As I mentioned on an earlier post I met my husband because I got sassy and he disciplined me. So…I couldn’t live without it either. I need someone to make sure I’m taking care of myself. And behaving. Lol.

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    1. Me too, Grace Marie! The story about how you met your husband is enthralling. I would love to hear more of the details. Not every man would pick up a hairbrush and spank the bottom of a girl he doesn’t know. What did you do to rile him up so much? Naughty minds want to know…

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          1. I’m sorry it’s so long. But naughty minds it’s now time. The expanded version of how I met my husband: my ex invited me to a party. We were broken up but we broke up on good terms. (Were actually still friends, and my husband has no issue with that.) He was going with a good friend of mine. And he asked me to go in case things got awkward. I said no originally (I was a political science major minoring in psychology and Spanish. I didn’t have time) while he was a business major with no minors and had all the time in the world. And after a fair bit of begging I agreed. We get there I’m in a tight little skirt, a tight sort of sheet ish glittery tank top with a really cute bralette underneath and a pair of lace briefs that match the bralette. And some about 4 inch heels. (I’m little so heels are my go to) and I see sawyer across the room. (For context: my roommate and I LOVED him. He was on the football team. And a biomedical engineering major. And in a lot of my roommate’s classes. And he was CUTE, still is.) and he comes up to me and says hey. And I said hi. All that sort of stuff. And he said “It’s kinda loud in here do you want to go upstairs where it’s a little quieter?” And I looked at him like no. You’re crazy. I’m not about to get raped. But Perry (my ex) and Jessica (the friend) convince me to go with them and I do. We sit for a while. And after like 3 ish screwdrivers that the guys had intermittently gotten for me. I was very tipsy. Like no more alcohol for you tipsy. And I was like let’s play strip truth or dare. And we did. And I refused to do my dare so I was about to take my bra off. Keep in mind I still had on my skirt and panties and heels. And I reach for the clasp, and he moved my hands. And I look at him like what are you doing. And he says “Gracie, honey you’re absolutely beautiful but I can’t in good Conscience see you like that. When Your daddy takes you down that isle in your big white dress. Then we can as much as we want. But until then…no.” (He was old school southern which was not common at Princeton in the 2010s.always respected me and always will we are equals. But very southern hospitality) And me being the feisty gal I am I reached back for the clasp with a what are you going to do about it look in my eyes. And while all this was happening Perry and Jessica had left. So it was just us two. And I took it off and threw it across the room. And he said “I told you not to do that.” And I said “well what are YOU going to do about it.” And he grabbed me and pulled me across his knee grabbed the girl’s hairbrush and spanked the living daylights out of me. (I was having the time of my life) and he asked where’s your apartment. And what’s your number? I have him the neighbor’s apparently number. And gave him my roommate’s number. He put me on some pillows in the passenger seat of the truck he had. And dropped me off at the neighbor’s apartment. Because he’s not stupid he waited to make sure I got in safely. And saw me go into my apartment. And my roommate gave him my number. The next morning I was wretchedly hungover. And at about 10:30 there’s a knock at the door. And there’s sawyer in the doorway. And my roommate goes “he’s going to ask you out. You have three choices. Say yes yourself. Let me say yes for you. Or let me have him. And he apologized with flowers in hand and asked me to go to brunch with him the next day after church.

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            1. Thank you for sharing, Grace Marie! That is quite the story!!! And it should finish with, and they lived happily ever after (and he continued to spank her silly) 🙂
              I am curious…do you two tell other people that story (non-spanking D/s people)?

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              1. Yes and no. My secretary has heard that story. (She’s my closest work friend and she found out about what sawyer and I do) (how she found out is another fun story for a later time) But just regular friends and family don’t get that story. They get the vanilla version. we met at a college party. He brought me home. And the next day came over to ask me out.

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                    1. Hi nudo! Great question. The spreader bar that we have is made of steel, is from 1-3 feet in length, and has an ankle/wrist cuff on both ends. How we use it, is to attach each cuff to one of my ankles. Then, the Dominant can either lengthen or shorten the bar, depending upon how open he wants the submissive’s thighs. In the way we use, it effectively spreads my legs in a way that I can not close them (as they are held open by the steel bar). It makes the submissive very vulnerable. Does my description make sense?

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    1. Hi. Just for some backup here. She has a dom who I doubt would want someone to say such things about his precious sub. Just for future reference she is A sub not YOUR sub. Have a lovely evening everyone.

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      1. Thanks for having my back, Grace Marie! I find usually a polite “please stop” communicates that I’m not interested. Sometimes, people mistake this for a dating/hook up site, which it obviously is not. I appreciate you saying something😊

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      2. Hey Nora.
        Ahhaa, yes now I understand, but did not think it was necessary for you. You are fast and often wet and horny, with the rod your lower amusement parks are accessible whether you want to or not. Wonderful tool. Thanks for the honest answer. How wide does dad prefer the rod to be 😊🤔

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        1. nudo…. please keep your comments appropriate. If you were unclear, it is inappropriate for you to refer to me as “fast and often wet and horny”. If you cannot abide by this, please refrain from commenting on my blog.

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      1. Google translate, later i will refer as GT, I did not used a word that said ‘angry’ I’ll have to use more time and cross check bf ‘send’

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