Directed spankings & The lie #NSFW, 18+

Hello, my naughty friends!

Greetings from my kinky part of the world.  I have been all kinds of busy lately between serving my HOH (my Daddy!), and my Dominant (Sir).  Life is GOOD at the moment and I am GRATEFUL for that.  Having faced a lot of hardship and loss the last few years, this girl is taking her good times where she can find them 😊.

You might remember that I left my readers on a bit of a cliff hanger a few posts ago (and thanks a lot to those of you who suggested I needed a spanking for this behavior!).  In my post, “A Trial Run” I began to share my experiences with my new Dom, formerly known as Mr. Intriguing.  I wrote a bit about the assignments he gives me each week, his expectations, and our mutual affinity for discipline spanking. 

The thing is, Sir is VERY strict.  While he is also super affectionate, kind, and very fair…he doesn’t tolerate any of my naughtiness!  With the combination of his strictness and my penchant for naughty behavior, Sir finds it necessary to spank me with great regularity (and he makes me track my spankings in my journal!).

As I started to describe in my recent post, Sir had sent me to fetch the leather paddle, the strap, and the wooden paddle with holes in it for my first spanking from him.  Now, if you haven’t been following along… Sir and I are long-distance (and always will be).  A “directed spanking” is exactly what it sounds like…a spanking that Sir directs.  Before starting this spanking, he gave me a stinging lecture which had me in tears (and my spanking hadn’t even started yet!).  After he had given me plenty of assurances that I was inherently a good girl who needed a spanking for her misbehavior, the spanking began.

I won’t give the blow by blow (pun intended 😊) for this spanking, but I will tell you that it was incredibly effective!  His words, combined with the spanking, had me crying real tears from both the pain and my regret over my misbehavior.  The entire process lasted about an hour.  After the lecture and spanking, Sir had a long talk with me, reassuring me that I was forgiven and that I had a clean slate.  Next came corner time, where he directed me to think about what it means to break my commitments.  Lastly, he assigned me 25 lines to be written in my journal, photographed, and sent to him as proof of my obedience. 

When the entire discipline process was over, Sir and I debriefed the experience.  While I had been a bit skeptical that a “directed spanking” would be effective for me (as I am spanked in real life by my husband), I was now a firm believer!  I know that a big part of why his directed spanking was so effective was due to the quality of Sir’s lecture.  The man has a way with words, my friends!  But, the spanking was painful too.  Sir would give clear instructions during the spanking such as, “deliver three swats with the wooden paddle to your right sit spot” and so on, ensuring that my entire bottom (and tops of my thighs!) were thoroughly spanked.

The thing is… I didn’t realize at the time that I was experiencing a fair amount of sub frenzy after the event.  And, I did something really bad…something that almost cost me my new dynamic.  I broke my promise to Daddy AND I lied to Sir.  Let me explain.

Directly after that first spanking, and super high on post-spanking endorphins, I offered to send Sir a picture of myself.  But, the thing is… I had promised Daddy that I would not send any pictures of myself until the 3-month mark (and at that time, he would consider allowing me to reveal my true identity to Sir).  Immediately, Sir asked me if I had permission from Daddy to send him a picture.  He even said something to the effect of, “that doesn’t sound like something your Daddy would allow at this point.”  But, in my post-spanking haze… I lied my well-spanked ass off.  I really wanted Sir to know what his submissive looked like (sorry, my vanity coming through).  And so… I proceeded to do exactly as I pleased…and I sent Sir a picture of myself.  In the moment, it felt so good to share my image with Sir and he was very pleased to see me.  But later that night….

Later that night the guilt consumed me.  Daddy has been so generous in allowing me to experience this dynamic and the first shot I had… I had blown it.  So, I came clean to Daddy.  I told him exactly what had happened.  He was pretty mad at me…but, he was also empathetic…and he understood how I had sort of “lost control” in that moment.  He forgave me almost instantly and said that because I had been honest with him about my transgression, that I could continue on with my dynamic.  I was in total disbelief!  My husband is such a rock star, you guys…truly, he is the BEST person.  But, he did tell me that I should be honest with Sir too.  And I begged him not to make me tell Sir.  Daddy questioned me about this and I told him… I was afraid Sir would break things off if he knew I had lied to him.  As I had come clean with him, Daddy decided to allow me to make my own decision in this matter, but strongly suggested that I be honest with Sir.  And, as you probably guessed…he gave me a VERY painful spanking for disobeying him and sending that picture to Sir. 

Well, I was back in Daddy’s good graces, but what to do about Sir?  I wish I could tell you that I acted with more integrity…but I was scared.  This dynamic meant so much to me.  I was very worried that Sir would basically dump me if I told him the truth.  After all, he had specifically asked me if I had Daddy’s permission to send that picture…and I had lied right to his face.  I just couldn’t tell him the truth.

And, I allowed this lie to linger between us for 18 days…

I am very ashamed of this behavior.  In my next post about my dynamic with Sir, I will share with you what happened next…

Thank you for following my journey, my friends!  I hope that I haven’t let you down here…with my dishonesty.  I will openly tell you that I am imperfect and that I make mistakes just like anyone.  I am extremely grateful that my Daddy (and my Sir) are incredibly forgiving men.  I’m not quite sure what I did to deserve either of their affections, but I sure am blessed to be traveling this road with both of them.

XOXO,

nora