I really appreciate this prompt as my Daddy is a stickler for manners! This is something that I didn’t really recognize in him until we began to incorporate domestic discipline (DD) into our lifestyle.
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.
Lately, Daddy has been super strict. I don’t want to say that he isn’t always strict or consistent—because he’s actually pretty darn consistent—but he has been watching me very carefully, pointing out any and all naughty behavior, and disciplining me at the first opportunity.
Today is Sunday, maintenance spanking day. My Daddy told me that I had been a pretty good girl this week but that he knew that I needed a good cry. Therefore, my maintenance spanking would be more like a discipline spanking. And yikes did it HURT!
I was thinking about my Daddy’s hands this morning…and what they must endure to ensure that I behave myself. While my Daddy almost always uses a paddle or strap on my naughty behind during a spanking, he usually warms my bottom up with his hand. That doesn’t seem quite fair as it leaves his hand... Continue Reading →
As I have shared previously, I am in a difficult place right now as I deal with feelings of grief and loss. My emotions are up and down, and sometimes my mouth gets the best of me…spewing out angry, misguided words, in some fool hearted attempt to find a bit of control in this ever... Continue Reading →
As my husband and I are pretty new to domestic discipline, we are still experimenting with different implements for him to discipline me with. He has implements that he likes because he feels they are most effective. I have implements that I prefer, which tend to be more stingy and less “thud”. Basically, the instruments... Continue Reading →
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... Continue Reading →
Head bowed in submission, my panties pulled down. Nose pressed to the corner, bottom bare and round. Nervously thinking, of the events to come. The anticipation, might be too much for some. But for he and I, this is the way that it is. When I step out of line, he reminds me I’m his.... Continue Reading →