Did you know a good spanking can be better than coffee? I’ll get back that.
Maybe Kayla will catch the blog bug! I hope you enjoyed the post from Kayla. I thanked her so much for doing that. I know it isn’t “her thing” to want to write, but she did say she enjoyed it. Okay, now, back to that. . .
Well, I received my first disciplining under our new Contract. I surprised myself in that it took six days before I “misbehaved.” Ha. It still strikes me as funny to use that word. Sorry if that is a normal word in your dynamic. It will take me some time to get used to using words like “misbehave” or “disobeyed.” Heck, I remember when I didn’t want to call them spankings but wanted to call them “rewards.” I’ll get there!
I’ve really been doing well keeping my household schedule and keeping Mike informed. And not just my new duties and obligations, I’ve been doing well with all my duties and obligations. Sort of a continuation of the DD Sympatico I shared before. But, eventually there is bound to be a slip up, and sure enough, it happened.
It was actually with the Mantra! After many morning and evenings of getting it perfectly right, I had a bit of a mind-fart and flubbed the Morning Mantra. I got to the last line which is supposed to be, “…through focusing on Mike’s desires…” and I said, “by being…um, by focusing…um, through being….Ug!”
These are the first words I speak each morning, so I was still in bed, barely awake, reciting this to Mike. He got out of bed and asked me to stand up and then bend over with my elbows on the bed. I waited as he went to find a paddle that suited him. I was shaking my head, disappointed with myself. Of all the things I have to do, this is the one that earns me my first spanking under our new contract?
In less than a week my mantra’s have become very special and important to me. I really love reciting them to Mike. They were made even more important when Mike shared with me that he loves hearing me say them. They are a perfect way to start and end our day. I was heartbroken that I screwed it up. Also, while I waited on Mike, I was wondering what he was going to, both verbally and physically. This would be our first punishment with the new scolding guidelines and with Mike’s promise to ramp up the intensity of the discipline.
Mike walked over holding one of the thicker wooden paddles that we have. This particular one is fairly wide as well, so it covers a lot of surface area. “Don’t stare at me, keep your eye’s down,” barked Mike.
He gave me about a dozen or so warm-ups by hand, then spanked me three times very hard in quick succession with the paddle.
“Why are you being disciplined?” he asked as he spanked me one more time.
“Because I messed up the Mantra, Sir.”
“Correct, and what part did you mess up,” and he struck me again.
I meekly replied, “Instead of saying ‘through focusing’ I said some other stuff.”
“That’s right, you did,” and he spanked me one more time.
“You know how important the Mantra is to me and to you and for us to start our days right. Spanking you is not how I want to start the day.” And he spanked me again, twice this time.
“You need to stay focused when reciting the mantra, just as the line you messed up reminds you to stay focused on my desires.” And he spanked me twice again.
“You weren’t focused on your mantra, so you weren’t focused on my desires, and that is why you are being spanked.” He then spanked me three or four times.
I was crying by this time. A lot! I shared before, I fully expected I would be emotional for my first discipline under the new contract. And it was compounded by the fact that the discipline was due to messing up the mantra.
“What is the correct line?” and he spanked me again.
“through focusing on Mike’s desires, my only need and purpose.”
“Correct,” and he spanked me again.
“Say the word ‘focus’ after each paddling,” he commanded.
Whack. “Focus.” Whack. “Focus.” Whack. “Focus.” Whack. “Focus.” Whack. “Focus.”
“Now spell it out for me, one letter per spanking with a Sir on the end,” he added.
Whack. “F, Sir”.” Whack. “O, Sir” Whack. “C, Sir.” Whack. “U, Sir” Whack. “S, Sir.”
I was in a major full on cry and my body was shaking. This was about 25 or so with the paddle, all very hard, and there was that intense mix of pain and shame that I just recently wrote about.
“I am going to give you a few more and then I want you to stay in that position until I tell you to get up.” He then spanked me five or six times in quick succession. It made me drop from my elbows and on to my side.
“Back in position quickly or you will earn more.”
I mustered the energy to quickly comply and I knew I would have to call Yellow if he were to continue. He then went to the bathroom and I stayed bent over, on my elbows, bawling. He emerged a few minutes later.
He walked over to me and told me to stand up. He then held me and we had our “Closing Ceremony” but with a caveat. We were in a bit of a time crunch as he needed to get to work and I needed to clean myself up and get J up and ready for school. He told me there was one more part of the discipline that I would have to do without him. He asked Kayla to oversee it.
Once I was back home from taking J to school I needed a “good mouth soaping” as he put it. This was to remind me to be careful of the words coming from my mouth. He said 15 minutes would do it. He gave Kayla instructions to video the soaping so he could watch later as well as what exactly he expected regarding the soaping. “A good lather….don’t forget to rub it on her tongue….I want to see teeth marks on the bar of soap.”
Kayla complied, as did I. Receiving the soaping discipline without Mike home was like a punishment by itself. Even when it was over it didn’t feel over because there was no Closing Ceremony. I so longed for Mike to be home so he could just hold me and tell me “All is forgiven.” I felt very distracted all day, but was still able to get all my chores done. On the upside, I was able to skip my morning coffee from the adrenaline and endorphin rush of the spanking and crying!
Greeting Mike when he gets home is part of my duties and when he got home this time I jumped in his arms and hugged him so tight I almost knocked him over. He joked, “Hey, personal foul. Roughing the Master of the House!” I quipped in a sweet and seductive tone, “Well then, maybe you’ll just have to spank me again to calm me down.”
He knew I was kidding. Playful sarcasm is still part of our dynamic. Truth is, my butt was still sore and bruised from that morning, so I am glad he took it in jest.
9 thoughts on “183. Spanking with F.O.C.U.S.”
Thanks for sharing, the more stories that I read from you, Nora and a couple of others the more I realise that I could probably not submit fully. There is no way I would do the soap thingy, the spankings sure but after I would want sex play..I am grateful to have come across your blogs because it is helping me understand myself better
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Thank u for sharing. Even just submitting in the bedroom can be fun! It doesn’t have to be a lifestyle unless u want it to be
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I second ddjennifer’s comment! Submission in the bedroom can be super fun, even if you don’t do the 24/7 thing.
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Soap – yuck! I only had my mouth washed out as a kid by my mom and I HATED it. But I definitely learned my lessons!
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Unfortunately is wasn’t my first soaping. At least this one didn’t come with a “special” rinse like others have. You’ll have to find my post about it to know for sure what I am talking about. 😋
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Thank you for sharing this, ddjennifer! It sounds like your first discipline under your new contract went well. 15 minutes of mouth soaping….that is intense!!! 🙂
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