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210. A Best, er, Breast Punishment

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Back to a topic that many of you seem to prefer over my blah, blah, blah, ramblings of self-reflection and discovery…spankings!

Last year my most visited post got 6 times the views of #2.  #1 was a spanking story, #2 was my contract.  And numbers 3-6 were all discipline stories.  Oh well, I am resigned to the fact that my eloquent, insightful, heart-felt, personal and profound revelations that mean so much to my personal growth and fulfillment and life take second fiddle to masturbatory fodder.  In celebration of the latter, here you go!

I shared in a prior post that we implemented a few extra submissive duties to give us added focus to help us “reset” and return to our pre-holiday submissive mindset.  These extra’s would stay in place for as long as Mike feels they are warranted.   

DAY OFF
We started this “reset” with a day off on Monday.  It was fabulous.  As much as I thrive at being submissive, a day of pampering and fun with Kayla was an amazing mental and physical vacation.  Like most vacations, as much as you enjoy them, you are glad to get back home.  We loved the girls day and evening out (and night in, wink wink, nudge nudge), but I was also happy to start focusing on returning to the submissive mindset I had leading into the holidays. 

BACK TO “WORK”
Mike worked from home Thursday (2 days ago as of this posting).  After I got back from dropping J off at school he called me and Kayla to his office.  He said, “as part of the reset I want you both to put your hands against the wall.  You will get six spankings, three on each cheek.  They will be very hard.  Now take position.”  Keep in mind my butt is still bruised from New Years Eve  (plus a Maintenance spanking, a few spankings as part of our “leave the house” spankings, and one for a punishment).

We did not hesitate and we take position, already naked as per our “dress code.”  In an instant Mike is behind me. He was not joking – they are very hard.  Whack! Whack! One on each cheek and I take a big suck of air. Whack! Whack! I start to flinch but the third two come so quickly that I couldn’t react. Whack! Whack! My knees buckle a bit and my ass is on fire.  He spanks Kayla and from the corner of my eye I can tell she has a similar reaction.

THE STICK
He was using this board he keeps out in the open in his office.  You would think it is just some spare piece of wood that belongs to something.  No one would think it is a paddle, which is why he likes to keep it out in the open.  We know what it is and we affectionately refer to it as “the stick.”  I measured it and it is 16.5 inches long. The striking surface is 2.5 inches wide and it is three-quarters of an inch thick.  I think it is pine, which is a softer wood, but at 2.5 inches thick, I wouldn’t call it soft.   

TOP OF THE HOUR (TOH)
Mike tells us he is working from home because Kayla didn’t have class.  With both of us home he had an idea.  “Return to my office at the top of each hour and without talking take position against the wall.  You will each get one on each cheek, very hard, and you will stay in position until I dismiss you.  I only want to hear a ‘Thank you, Sir,’ as you leave the room.  You may go now.”

By the burning I was feeling I shouldn’t have been as surprised as I was by just how red Kayla’s butt was.  You would have thought she was spanked 50 times, not 6.  I am not one to always look at my butt after a spanking, but I was curious.  I go to the bathroom and look in the mirror and indeed, my ass is very red, along with the now yellow splotches and the faint blue marbled remnants of the New Years Eve spanking.  

An hour later we return to his office and get our next spanking, and again an hour after that.  I have to go to the store so I go to his office for my “leaving the house” spanking.  I get six or seven with his belt.  He dismisses me and adds, “Since you will be gone at the top of the hour, come to my office as soon as you get home and we will catch up on any spankings.”

Luckily I only have a few things to pick up, which I do very quickly. I am only gone 40 minutes.  I enter the house relieved that I am only behind one TOH spanking and still have almost 30 minutes to recover before the next one.  I bring in the groceries, take off may clothes, and put the groceries away.  I make a much needed stop at the bathroom to pee, and then head to Mike’s office.

DISOBEDIENCE
I assume position against the wall and Mike ask, “It’s been almost ten minutes since you pulled up, why didn’t you come to my office right away?”

“I put the groceries away, Sir, and had to pee,” I said matter-of-factly and fully assuming there was not an issue other than he was curious.

In a monotone voice Mike followed with, “Did I tell you to come to my office when you got home?”

“Yes, Sir,” I said with a bit of a question on it.

“Did I tell you to put away groceries first?”

“No, Sir.”  I knew not to add a “but..” because he didn’t ask for an explanation.

“So you choose not to immediately come to my office even though I told you to do so.  Do you agree that was disobedient?”

Mike doesn’t usually ask me such things but I welcomed the opportunity to respectfully respond.  “No, Sir, I don’t agree that it was disobedient of me to not come in here right away.”   He asked me to explain.

“Sir, I also took the time to disrobe, as per my requirement to be naked.  Putting the groceries away also is a requirement, as leaving them out would not be in keeping with an orderly house.  I was following my rules and I came right away as soon as I attended to those duties.”

“Fair enough,” Mike said, “and the bathroom?”

“Well Sir, I really had to go.”

“So your comfort was more important than my command?”  His voice remained monotone, almost like an interrogation from an emotionless detective.  I can’t see his body language as I am in position facing the wall.  Is he being playful or being serious? I’ve learned that when in doubt, assume he is serious. 

“Sir, I knew I was getting a spanking, and I really had to go and was thinking based on the other spankings I could end up peeing on the floor if I didn’t go first.  I thought it best to be spanked on an empty bladder.”

“You could have thought ahead and gone before you left to the store, or, you could have respectfully asked for permission to speak before I spanked you and told me of your predicament.  You could have asked Kayla to put away the groceries.  You could have come to me first with your “conflicting” rules and asked for clarification.   You could have done a number of things.  Instead, you made a decision that contradicted my command.  It isn’t a matter of whether your actions were reasonable.  They were in violation of my command.  When I tell you I want you in my office, you need to make every effort to comply.  You didn’t show that effort regarding the groceries, and going to the bathroom is not even an obligation you have to me.  I will give you your top of the hour spanking and then deal with your disobedience.”

I manage a prompt “Yes, Sir,” and sigh ever so slightly and barely shake my head as if to say “No.”   He walks up behind me. Whack! Whack! One for each cheek – VERY hard.

He sternly tells me “Your sigh, nodding no, AND not promptly coming to my office needs to be addressed.I responded with a clear and undisputed “Yes, Sir.”  But my mind was already thinking about how much more of a spanking I could tolerate.   It was also Maintenance Thursday, which means a likely caning that evening.

Mike sits back down at his desk. I stay against the wall waiting for whatever he has in mind.  He says nothing for what seemed like forever.  Eventually he leaves his office without saying a word.  I remain in position. 

He returns and I hear items being plopped on his desk.  He tells me to turn around and I can see he brought our riding crop, some rope, nipple suckers, and my tack bra.  I am  a bit relieved as I had envisioned seeing some spanking implements.  Instead, these supplies mean I am in for a breast punishment.

I’ve shared before I like breast punishments, but let me explain.  All the discipline I receive is uncomfortable and serves as a motivation to avoid such pain.  However, I find something additionally submissively rewarding about my breasts being punished.  It feeds my submissive mindset more than spankings.   And it has been awhile since my breasts were the focus of a punishment.

PUNISHMENT BEGINS
Mike applies the suckers, pumps them many times, engorging my nipples as they extend to full attention.  My breasts get tightly wrapped with the rope and Mike affixes a ball gag that seemingly appears from nowhere.  I stand in the corner for about ten minutes.  My tits start taking on a pinkish hue from the restricted circulation.

Mike turns me around, removes the suckers and twists each nipple between his thumb and forefingers.  Ahhg!  It was like a bee was stinging my nipples as I gritted my teeth. 

The drool from my gag drips down my chin and streams down between my breasts.  Mike grabs the crop and strikes my breasts on top, then the sides, then underneath.  It is a medium force but each breast is hit probably 100 times or more at a very fast pace.

The leather pad at the end of the crop gently taps my nipple as Mike lines up his target.  Whack!  A very hard direct hit to my nipple! I lurch forward from the pain and as soon as I straighten up, Whack!  Another even harder hit.  Then another.  He then lines up and repeats this on my other nipple.  

Mike goes back to striking all over each breast and again ends with several hard strikes to my nipples.  He now uses his hands, slapping each breast many times in very rapid succession.  50?  More?  Too many to count.

Suckers are applied again, pumped numerous times. He removes the ropes but it is temporary. He repositions them, tighter.  Back to the corner I go.

I stay in the corner probably another ten minutes when I hear Kayla come in.  It was the top of the hour.  Kayla doesn’t say anything, assumes her position and soon I hear her two spankings. It is not long before I feel the hard strike to each of my butt cheeks. Mike sends Kayla off to get a damp washcloth.

My breasts are now a dark pink, not long before they would be purple.  Throbbing, I feel my heart beating in my nipples.  Mike removes the ropes and the suckers but before I can sense any relief, clothespins are clipped to my nipples.  Ouch!  I hadn’t seen those coming.

My gag and then the clothespins are removed.  Mike tells Kayla to wipe off my drool from my chin, chest, belly, and some that made its way all the way to my leg.  The cold washcloth feels good against my breasts but I jump as she wipes over my highly sensitive nipples.

Kayla finishes cleaning me up and Mike reapplies the clothespins to my nipples – twisting to the right, then the left.  He pulls, and pulls some more.  He keeps pulling – SNAP!  SNAP!  They come off, giving me an immediate shot of pain.

He then puts my tack bra on me.  He attaches the claps and immediately wraps his arms around from behind me and squeezes my boobs, pushing the tacks in.  He gives them a second, harder squeeze, then a third one, harder yet.  

“See you both in an hour.  Jen, we will remove your bra then.  You are dismissed,”

You can imagine how hard it is to do housework or do much of anything with tacks in your bra, especially with tender breasts and nipples at their height of sensitivity.   A few minutes would go by where I would forget they were there and then I move just right, or reach to get something, and “ouch,” yep, something is scratching or poking into one or both tits.  And the tacks on and near my nipples were the worst.  I walked very gingerly, attempting not to shift my upper body. 

I was so looking forward to the next TOH.  Finally it comes.  In addition to the TOH, after removing my tack bra I get another round of swats on the breasts with the crop.  We have our closing ceremony regarding my disobedience, and then I am dismissed.  The day continues as do the TOH spankings until it is time to pick up J from school.

RESET IS COMPLETE
On our last TOH spanking Mike asked us how we were feeling regarding our “reset.
Both of us said we felt it was going well and that we felt we were back to where we were prior to Thanksgiving regarding our submissive head space.   “That’s great to hear, so let’s plan on ending the reset starting when we get up tomorrow.  Today will be the last day.”

And with that, we are fully back in the groove we were at prior to the holidays – along with some tender breasts.

Next: 211. Eek! Dom Fail!

142. A Spanking, Lines, and Corner Time

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Sorry for bit of a cliff hanger on the last post.  I had to wrap up as I had things to attend to.  Oh the irony if I earned a spanking because I didn’t complete a chore because I was spending too much time writing about a spanking story!  

As I shared in that post, I was at the store and was tempted to buy something without permission.  I shared before that years ago I went through a compulsive shopping issue.  It actually spanned several years.  As part of putting my contract together I wanted to be subject to a budget, and it evolved to where I must ask Mike for permission to buy anything other than everyday household items like food and toiletries.  

The item was nothing extravagant – it was a simple blender.  Ours broke quite some time ago but we rarely use it and didn’t miss having it.  But I saw a cute one that was also on sale and I thought it would be fun to get.  I imagined the smoothies I could make, both alcoholic and kid-friendly versions.   I rationalized that I shouldn’t bother Mike at work with this, and I would just get it.  It seemed unnecessary and it was so clear to me we would use and enjoy this blender.  I went so far as having it in the shopping cart!

VICTORY!
I then had this deja vu moment as thoughts of
Post 71. Good Girl came to mind.  Not just the feeling I had for transgressing, but also the punishment!  Ouch!  Yes, the discomfort of a spanking can be a great deterrent.   So, I put the blender back on the shelf!   Win for DD.  Win for Jenny.    

This happened during the day while our son was at school.  Mike was working for home.  When I got home I shared this story with Mike thinking he would have the same sense of accomplishment for what our DD had done to help me mend my ways.  Instead, he sternly spoke to me.

DEFEAT?
He said, “Jen, yes, I am very happy you didn’t buy something without permission.  That would have certainly been bad to do, but, that doesn’t excuse how close you came to trying to rationalize actually buying it.  It concerns me that you went so far as to have the item in your basket.  While you should have a sense of accomplishment for putting it back, I none-the-less feel a responsibility to address your actions.”  He went on to say that he felt it wasn’t enough for a punishment to serve as a deterrent.  He felt part of the goals of DD, as I have expressed them, were to actually change my thoughts and behaviors.   While clearly it changed my behavior — I didn’t get the blender — it didn’t change my thoughts. 

There was silence when Mike was done speaking.  I didn’t know how to react and frankly there wasn’t anything I could say.   Trying to defend my actions would make it worse, and part of me understood what he was saying.  It was just so disappointing to go from this emotional high of thinking of this as a triumphant “win” to the sudden and jarring conclusion that it wasn’t.  I could tell Mike was thinking about what to do. 

LINES
He told me to go to our room, put on the tack bra, and sit and write lines.  I would keep writing until he came to the room.  The line was, “I will always ask Sir for permission to buy something that I am not allowed to buy without his permission.”   He had me repeat the assignment to ensure I understood it.  He then told me to go our room.  Walking there I kept repeating the line to myself so I wouldn’t forget it.

He came into the room about 10 minutes later.  I had written 12 lines.  He told me to lay on our floor, face down, hands behind my back while he reviewed my lines.  This pressed the tacks firmly against my breasts.  He then told me all 12 were incorrect.  I left off the word “his” as the second to last word.   He also did not like the way I wrote the word “permission” as it was messy on four of the lines.  He said that is 16 mistakes, and thus would earn me 32 spankings, two for each error.  

MORE LINES
He then said I had 10 more minutes of writing and he expected to see 15 perfect lines. He would add another 2 spankings per error and add 2 spankings per word that I was short.  In other words,  there were 20 words in the line.  If say I only got to 14 lines at the end of 10 minutes, he would add 40 spankings (20 x 2).  He had me repeat these rules back to ensure I understood them.  

He had me get up off the floor and told me not to adjust my bra and to sit and write.  He got out his phone and started the stop watch and said, “your time starts now.”

I’ve had to write lines before, and I’ve been timed before, but never had him there staring at me.  Also, when I’ve been timed I have been able to look at a clock so I could tell how I was progressing and whether or not I should try to speed up or not.  It was terrible not knowing how much time was elapsing.  Adding to this was the sharp pains in my breasts where several tacks were poking me something fierce.  

I was trying not to think much about the time and concentrate on my penmanship, but when I finished the eighth line I did think to myself, “okay, just over half way done and I think that was about five minutes.”   When I got through with line 12 i thought, “well, that’s as far as I got last time and I am going a little faster, so probably have a few minutes left.  It will be close.”   Line 13, “I will always ask Sir for permission to  – “STOP!”
Mike told me time was up.  

He told me to get back on the floor on my stomach while he reviewed my work.  10 words left on line 13, plus the 20 for line 14 and 15.  So 50 missing words.  That’s 100 spankings.  

He then said, “Again, you wrote the word “permission” a bit sloppy.” One…two…three…four…five times.  And on two of the lines you didn’t capitalize “Sir.”
That’s seven mistakens, for 14 more spankings.  So let’s see,  32 + 100 + 14. That’s 146. What do you think of that?” 

What was I to say other than, “I think this is good. Thank you, Sir.”   He then said, “Well, not quite good enough.” 

“I am going to give you your 146 spankings, then you are going to sit on what will be your red ass and you will write the word “permission” two hundred times.  We will then see if there are more spankings to come.”

Up to this point I was very composed.  He had me stand up and he removed my bra.  There were several tacks imbedded in my breasts such that my bra stayed stuck to me even though it was unclasped and the straps were  off my shoulders.  He pulled gently to fully remove the bra.  There was a short-lived but sharp sting as the tacks came out of my breasts.  While not overly painful, it made me start to cry.   As I shared in the prior post, I don’t cry that much over a punishment and when I do, it is mostly about what I was feeling at this moment.  

I was feeling very humbled and very remorseful.   The issue of controlling my shopping habits has a long and painful past.  I was feeling the guilt of those past transgressions, a guilt I thought had left me for good, but re-emerges anytime I make this type of mistake.
Further adding to my emotions was a part of me that was saying to myself “but I did so good in putting it back.” 

THE SPANKINGS
Mike said not all the spankings would be on my butt.  He went “Catholic school nun” on me and gave me 10 strikes with the ruler on each palm.   Those actually hurt more than spankings.  He then administered the remaining 132 on my butt, a combination of hand, belt, paddle, and wooden spoon.  The majority were with the spoon.  He said he choose the spoon because it was a kitchen item and thus seemed appropriate since this was prompted by a blender.   

YET MORE LINES
My butt was very red, sore, and ultimately bruised.  It was hard to sit and write “permission” 250 times, especially as my palms were still stinging as well.  He didn’t give me a time limit and it took about 30 minutes to complete.  I brought my papers to his office and he reviewed the lines.  He asked me if I were him, how many mistakes would I find.  I told him while every line was not identical, I felt they were all extremely legible and clear.  I always get a little nervous when he asks me to critique myself.  Luckily, he agreed.

FINAL PUNISHMENTS
I noticed that he had a butt plug, lube, and a ball gag at his desk.  He told me he wasn’t quite done with me yet.  He had me bend over as he inserted the plug and then he told me to stand in the corner in his office with my hands clasped behind my head.   He put in the ball gag and as I stood in the corner he rubbed my red butt and gave me five or six quick swats by hand.  At that time I didn’t expect more spankings and was now unsure of what was to come.  I was already quite sore and I immediately started to cry.

He gave me several more by hand and then explained that this was specifically for the transgression regarding the blender whereas the other spankings were over the mistakes in my lines.  He then spanked me some more by hand, maybe another 15 or so, then sat back down at his desk and went about his work.  I cried for several more minutes.  

If you aren’t familiar with ball gags, they can make the jaw uncomfortable after five minutes or so, but more than the discomfort, it is the drooling that bothers me the most. Quite a bit of spit ends up dripping down on and between my boobs and it just feels uncomfortable.  Add to that the tears and snot from crying and well, you get the picture. 

About fifteen minutes later he walked over, removed the plug and bit, and we had our Closing Ceremony.  That was that.  All was forgiven.  I left his office, cleaned up, and went about my day. 

REFLECTION
As I reflect on this punishment, I think about what if Mike had looked at my actions the way I initially did – as a triumph!   Would the encouragement and recognition of a job well done been more effective than a punishment?   Hard to say, but I believe Mike’s actions were justified given my history with shopping.  It is a history I need to always keep in mind so that next time, I don’t even think to put the item in the basket.  There are reasons I agreed to asking Mike for permission, and reasons I wanted his help in addressing my bad habits.  I accept his judgement that a punishment was in order and believe it will help ensure my compliance with the commitments I have made to him and to myself. And ultimately, that is what my Domestic Discipline is all about. 

Next: 143. My Evolving Submission

 

 

131. An Argument

Mike and I had our biggest disagreement since adopting Domestic Discipline over two years ago.  Granted, I wrote before about an argument (Post 44. Argument Part I and Post 45. Argument Part II).   But that was nothing compared to this.  On the one I posted about in 44 and 45, I was clearly in the wrong.  This one didn’t have a right or wrong.  Just two points of view that were equal on their merits, but only one could prevail.  

The issues are unimportant but I will say it had to do with our kids, namely our youngest J, and a disagreement over handling a particular situation.  I am not going to share the details because it really doesn’t matter.  It isn’t about someone being wrong or right, or who said or did what to whom.  Suffice to say we didn’t see eye to eye on something of which we both have strong feelings and perspectives – and those feelings and perspectives were not compatible.  Thus, an argument. 

There is nothing about our DD lifestyle that says I must agree with Mike or that says I don’t have a voice.  I routinely voice my thoughts and opinions but allow Mike to be the final arbiter.  I have never felt discounted or felt that my views were devalued, even though clearly I don’t always “get my way.”  That is no different from life before DD. 

The difference is that before DD, discontent would typically fester, pop, then linger.  With DD there is no opportunity for an issue to fester as we communicate openly, honestly, and timely.  Instead of “popping” in a heated argument, there is a “respectful disputation” that has a clear ending.  Yes, that ending is typically with Mike deciding on things, but I agreed to that,  and frankly, I like that.  At least in concept, because there are times where it is very difficult.  Basically, the more important and passionate I am about the issue, the harder it is to accept Mike’s “verdict” if it is not to my liking. 

Thus far there have been few issues that have come up and almost all are been very minor.  Mike has been very good at considering my needs.  While I don’t look at in terms of “wins” or “losses,” it makes it easy to convey if I sum it up as simply, “win some, lose some.”  Again, no different from pre-DD, except again, the process is much more respectful, quick, loving, and finite — no lingering resentments.   And of course, one other major difference is that ultimately, Mike rules!

I could not accept Mike’s decision on this particular issue.  We actually talked about it on several occasions over a few days before he came to a decision.  He was done talking about it but I was not.  I did not agree with his decision.  At first he graciously and respectfully said, “Okay, I see that this upsets you, so let’s talk so more.”  Sort of like, “I know I made my decision, but I am open to reconsidering.”  But after about the third time of doing this he grew impatient and drew the “Dom card.”  Basically he decreed the discussion over and the decision final.  I still could not accept it.  I’ll get back to that in moment.  

During the discussions (okay, fine, During the Argument!)
I earned a few punishments prior to him pulling the “Dom card.”  In each case Mike was clear that the punishment was not because we were in disagreement, but because of my attitude or disrespect in my attempts to communicate my feelings.  I accepted those spankings without hesitation.  I agreed to be respectful at all times and I wasn’t, so it was no different from any other transgression.   It also helped me stay calm when I talked to him, or, I would wait until I calmly collected my thoughts before bringing it up again.   So again, I thank our DD for helping in this way.     

As the issues and discussions spanned the course of several days, the mood in the house was a bit odd and awkward.  Not only was this our first big “fight” since adopting DD, we also have Kayla in our household.   Let’s just say that during those days I was not feeling particularly close to Mike, nor he to me, and Kayla was sort of stuck in the middle.  I didn’t particularly feel sexy nor sexually aroused towards Mike nor did he feel that way towards me.  In those days I did have sex with Kayla, and Kayla with Mike, but Mike and I did not have sex.   I know Kayla was a bit uncomfortable by it all, but she was wise to stay out the fray and Mike and I retained enough of our senses to not try to drag her in.  She did not give her opinion, nor was she asked. 

AFTER THE DOM CARD
When Mike pulled his “Dom card” and issued is final “decree,” he knew I was still unhappy about it.  Despite my efforts, I couldn’t “fake” it  and was clearly not my normal self.  At one point Mike finally said, “Are you happy being a submissive?”     Of course I answered yes (make that, “Yes, Sir!”   

“Do you want to remain submissive or stop?”   “Yes sir, I want to remain like this.  I do not want to stop.”

He went on to ask me why I didn’t want to stop, and my replies were full of all the things I’ve written about here regarding what I get from DD.  I know the point he was trying to make is that if I get all these wonderful things from DD, I need to accept that he has final say and that is that.  He heard me out, he even softened his position a bit, and he made his final decision.  If I couldn’t accept it, he was basically saying I can not accept DD and our D/s relationship.  This was similiar to the approach he took the first time we had an argument after adopting DD.  (Post 45 Argument – Part 2).

I still wasn’t ready to give in.  I wanted it both ways.  I want to be submissive, I want to serve Mike, and I want my way on this one.  Mike then turned my disagreement with him into a punishable offense.   He said he was done discussing it, had already made certain concessions and it was clear we would never fully see eye to eye on the appropriate solution, so either I accept he has final say or I don’t, and we are done with DD.  Since I made it clear I did not want to end our DD, nor want to accept his decision as final, I was punished. 

THE PUNISHMENT
The punishment was not an immediate event.  It was several days of basically a Master/slave immersion. More like a “mini” immersion because J was home with us, but while he was at school or asleep, it was very much Master/slave mode.  Mike said that perhaps having to go a few days of deeply submitting beyond our normal routine would help “get back into my submissive mindset.” 

It may be strange to say this, but I loved this.  I still hated the decision, and I didn’t particular enjoy parts of the “deep submission,” but I enjoyed the idea of it.  I have written before that I love it anytime Mike ad-libs things in showing his Dominance.  This situation was not explicitly addressed in our Contract so he had to use his discretion in determining how to respond to my actions.  He did so in an admirably Dominant way and I happy that he did so. 

Since I haven’t shared a spanking story in a while, I’ll share one particular punishment I got during this mini-immersion period.  The immersion was filled with spankings, some severe, nip and clit clips, tack bra, ball gag, mouth soaping (and the dreaded rinse), writing lines, and the like.  It also had its share of sexual submission as well.  At any time Mike would stop me and have me perform a sexual act on him or on Kayla.   There were standing orders that anytime he motioned a certain way I was to drop on all fours in front of him, take out his cock and perform oral sex, while Kayla fetched a paddle.  She would then paddle me while I went to town on Mike and continued spanking me until Mike finished. 

When Mike announced the mini-immersion was over, the entire issue was truly over.  I accepted his decision on the issue that started all of this.  I was definitely back in my submissive mindset.   In reflecting on it I also could say that while I still wish he would have decided otherwise, I can fully accept his decision.  While it isn’t what I would have decided, it was still reasonable, loving, and effective – just like the mini-immersion.  Score one for the Dom, and score another for DD.

NEXT:  Post 132.  Good Grove / Bad Move.

  

 

 

118. The Stick of Truth, Part II

sotpart2

I had to break this up to two posts (actually will be three!) as I wanted to share some of the details.  You’ll have to read the prior post to understand where this picks up.  It’s not like me to share this level of detail, but, I thought it was important in understanding what we went through, and, it was kinda fun writing about it!  

Before I get back to the story, a quick observation that Kayla made about my posts.  She noticed I always refer to Mike as “Mike”, or to myself as “Jen” when sharing the dialogue that went on between us.  The truth is, when we talk to Kayla both Mike and I will refer to the other as “Sir” or “Ma’am.”  So I might say to Kayla, “Sir wants us to such and such…” instead of “Mike wants us to…”    However, when I write about it, I always refer to the statement as “Mike wants us to…”   I am not sure why that is, but I prefer to keep it that way. I told Kayla that I think it is because I want to remind y’all (yes, I say y’all – I am from Texas after all) that our lifestyle doesn’t change the fact we are just Mike and Jen.   Anyway, I thought it was interesting as I never consciously made that decision.  I never even noticed until Kayla pointed it out.  I plan to keep referring to us that way.  Okay, back to what happened.

BACK TO WHAT HAPPENED
After dinner Mike helped me clean up, which is rare, but not unheard of.  He then asked me to tend to getting J’s evening wrapped up and getting him to bed and he would go “check on Kayla.”  He then added, “Then we all have some things to discuss, don’t we?”
I knew Kayla said something to him and I wasn’t sure what all he meant by “checking on Kayla.”  I was concerned that she told him everything and he was going through with the punishment.  I asked him if we could talk and he said no, we could talk after J was asleep.
He then added, “And don’t go to our room or Kayla’s until J is down for the night.”  I reluctantly gave a “Yes, Sir.”

As it was explained to me, Mike went to Kayla’s room.  She apparently had been crying quite a bit and between the tears and the slobber was quite a mess.  He didn’t say anything for some time.  He rummaged through her “toy chest” and did not respond when she asked, “Is that you, Sir?” (she was blindfolded).   He eventually walked over to her and pulled up hard on the chains attached to the nipple and clit clamps and finally said, “Yes, it is me.  I am pondering an appropriate way to respond to your transgression.”

He took off her blindfold and removed the clamps, but left the ball gag in.  He then attached these nifty suckers we have (called the Fusion Triple Suckers, I recommend them!).  He put one on each nipple and her clit and then just stared at her for a while, occasionally ratcheting the suckers another half turn.  He told her that she was going to have to stay there until J was down for the night, which could be an hour or more.  She mumbled something through the gag so he removed it.   She said she had to pee.  He asked her if she could hold it and she said not that long.  He said he would be back soon and he left the room.

He returned with some hospital grade absorbent bed pads.  We had some left over from years of J having incontinence issues at night (that issue eventually resolved itself).  Oh – and he also brought a glass of water.    He told her she could try to hold it, but in the event she could not, she would just have to go in her bed.  He lined some pads underneath her and laid another one over waist. He then said, “drink all of this quickly,” as he handed her the glass of water.  She didn’t object and simply responded, “Yes, Sir” and drank the glass of water.  Mike then put the ball gag and blindfold back on her and he removed the sucker that was on her clit.  As he left the room he then told her someone would return once J was down.

This particular gag has a ball that is fairly medium-sized.  Large enough to cause a lot of drool, but small enough that your jaw is not stuck wide open when using it. Also, the ball is soft and does not go much past the teeth..  You can partially close your mouth if you bite down really hard.  Lastly, we are always sure to leave the person’s head free to move from side to side.  All of this is in the name of safety as you want to prevent all possible breathing obstructions if leaving a gagged person alone.   Even with all of this, having it in more than 15 or 30 minutes will leave you with a sore jaw.  She already had it in at least 45 minutes before her brief respite.

Mike didn’t say a word to me when he returned from checking on Kayla.  I was tempted to ask him or say something, but I knew he would not appreciate it as clearly he is choosing not to say anything to me about it, plus, I knew it would not make for family dinner conversation.  I think he knew his silence was driving me crazy.  I had no idea what Kayla had told him or what Mike was having Kayla do.  It was a bit a mind fu*k by Mike.   I would have enjoyed it more if I wasn’t worrying about Kayla.

I did my best to encourage my son to go to bed, but it was still another hour and half before he did so.  When I told Mike that J was asleep, he told me to go check on Kayla.  He told me that her room may be “a bit messy” and to not mind the mess and just get Kayla cleaned up.  He told me to remove whatever Kayla has on her, except the blindfold, and to take her into the shower and get her clean. He told me to tell her that she is not to speak until he speaks to her.  In addition, after I tell her that, I am not to speak another word to her.  He further instructed that once Kayla was clean I was to remain clothed, sit down, and instruct Kayla to get over my knees.  We would both remain silent and remain in that position until he comes into the room and gave further instructions.

I went to Kayla’s room saw the soaked pads across her lap and on her bed. I also saw her nipples and areolas were purple (not a heavy purple, but purple none-the-less) from the extended wear of the suckers.  Her pillow, neck, and chest and sides were wet with drool.  I removed the suckers and ball gag and although I hadn’t said anything, I guess she sensed my touch as she immediately said, “Thank you, Ma’am.”  I grabbed a tee shirt from her drawer and wiped her down a bit and told her she is not to speak until Mike comes. I didn’t explain what I was doing as I led her from her room into our bathroom and into the shower.  As I showered her off, she never said a word and just stoically stood.  The only reaction she gave was a quick wince when I wiped her chest, as apparently her nipples were a bit sore from the extended use of the suckers.  Mike probably didn’t anticipate the issue with the blindfold and the shower.  It was able to stay on during the shower, but it was soaked.  When I dried her off I tried my best to dry the blindfold without removing it.  Having that wet thing pressed against her face was just one more discomfort she would have endure.  I got dry and instructed her to get over my knee and we would wait for Mike.

I kept waiting for Kayla to say something.  I was impressed and amazed that Kayla never said a word. She was told not to speak until Mike spoke to her, and she was obeying without fail.  She was not teary eyed and was very calm.  Her vibe actually made me feel a bit better as it gave me a sense that she was enjoying this.  Not sure why I sensed that.  She wasn’t smiling or seemed very expressive in any way.  Perhaps it was hard to read her feelings because the blindfold covered her eyes, but I still picked up a stoic and calm demeanor from her. 

Mike came into the room and immediately told me to start spanking Kayla with my hand and not stop until he said to.  I began spanking her and several times Mike told me to spank harder or faster, so I did.  Kayla was now much more animated, flailing a bit.  Mike told her that every time her hand reached back to block mine or to try to rub her ass, he would add another five minutes to the spanking.  I did my best to spread the whacks around.  My hand and arm was growing tired and finally Mike told me to stop after what seemed like around ten minutes.  At the pace I was spanking her, that was probably 800 or so spankings.  Her ass was a bright cherry red. 

She couldn’t have received that spanking six weeks ago with J in the house.  This type of spanking used to require one of us to take her over to John and Donna’s (they have been very accommodating).  Kayla is a crier, and while she still almost always cries when spanked, she is a bit more muted and muffled with her noises.  Still lots of tears, but not as much wailing.

Mike then handed me a bottle of lube and told me to finger Kayla’s ass, something I never did before.  Mike re positioned her over my knee so that her ass was more squarely in my lap and she had to prop her arms on the floor to maintain her balance.  As gently and with as much lube as possible, I did as I was told.  My mind was thinking about how there has been an increasing amount of incorporating sex and other physical acts into punishments, something that used to be separate for us.   While some of this was just a slow and natural progression of my DD, I recognized that this particular act was directly due to Kayla’s past requests to be more dominated.

Even though I was using quite a bit of lube, I could tell her pussy was very wet on its own, which I thought of as another sign that she was enjoying this to some degree.  At some point Mike walked over and told me not to stop.  He pulled his pants down and his cock out, walked around, and lifted Kayla a bit by the shoulders so her head was better positioned to reach his cock.  He told me to keep fingering and get “that ass ready for me” as Kayla sucked away on Mike. 

He soon dropped Kayla back down so she was once again had her arms propping her up. He walked to the other side of her and told me to spread her ass.  I’ve been present when Mike and Kayla had anal sex, but not from this vantage point.  Mike entered inside her and while a nice tight fit, it went in fairly easy.   I actually enjoyed this position.  I could feel Kayla’s heartbeat through my thighs, she was making pleasurable soft groans, and I could see that Mike was enjoying it.  Add to that the nice visual I had of watching it closely go in and out, and I had forgotten we were even in a punishment session.   It wasn’t long before Mike came inside her ass.

He then told her and I to stand up. He embraced all of us and said that this concluding the punishment “for now.”  He wanted us to have a good nights rest and tomorrow there would be a second part to this punishment.  Although it not a day that Kayla was scheduled to sleep in our bed, Mike told her she would sleep with us tonight.  He said there would not be any sex, just so loving cuddling.   I think he knew that after the intensity of the last several hours that Kayla endured, it would be rough to just say, “Goodnight, now get to your bedroom.”  That just wouldn’t be proper aftercare.

He removed her blindfold and told her she would need to find another one (we have several) to wear to bed.  He wanted her to wake up in darkness and keep the blindfold on in the morning until he told her to remove it.  We all embraced and lovingly kissed each other for several minutes.  We then resumed our evening routines and soon it was bedtime and that was that. 

Unlike a normal Rewards Ceremony, Mike never asked Kayla or me to state what the transgression was.  And he never asked about what happened in the day that caused me to spank Kayla.  I was still in the dark as to what he knew or what was said between he and Kayla.   I was assuming the punishment she got was due to the cussing, but was a bit confused since it didn’t conform to what I expected.  Mike didn’t punish me or scold me in any way, so what was this all about?  I felt like reminding him that he said that there was something we were going to discuss, so, what was it?  However, I didn’t want to ruin the moment and he clearly was content with the state of things at the moment.  I didn’t see any reason to potentially disrupt that.

NEXT:  119. The Stick of Truth, Part III.  

 

 

               

 

 

  

 

    

 

 

 

 

 

43. XXX-Mas shopping complete.

Here’s the update on my XXX-mas in July shopping spree.  Mike wanted me to pick everything out and surprise him.  After reading up on all these items (I must have read hundreds of reviews), I went back to Mike and asked him for a larger budget.  My logic being that the better quality items cost more and HE is worth it!   Hee hee.  It worked.  He said okay to $600 but that I would receive 20 spankings for every dollar more.

I am not sure what a woman’s toy collection says about her, but I hope mine says “fun and adventuresome” as I expect a lot of fun and adventure!

Here is the shopping list he gave me and the items I purchased. Prices included shipping and tax:

  • 1 full sized vibrator
    $128.91: Magic Wand, including several attachments.   
    The Wand looks intimidating and I almost got something else, but the reviews are off the charts.  Everyone seems to love the Wand and swear by it, so the Wand it is.
  • 1 pocket sized vibrator
    $17.43: Lipstick Vibe.
    Looks feeble, especially compared to the Wand.  1 AA battery?  Really?  Is that enough power?  At least it is discreet.
  • 1 dildo
    $34.95: 7″ King Cock Suction Cup Dildo.  Because 7″ will do!  Frankly, I am not excited by dildos, but perhaps I’ll find that I’ve underestimated them?  At least I believe Mike will enjoy watching me use it and that is a turn on for me.
  • 2 anal plugs
    Why 2? Because Mike knows I love anal. How thoughtful.
    $59.45 Ammo Anal Plug.  It looks cool.
    $28.45 Orgasmic Gel Butt Plug.  It vibrates, yum!
  • 2 new spanking implements, one firm (like wood), one flexible (like leather)
    $31.26 12′ Oak Paddle with holes, engraved with “always with love.”
    $112.70 Rubber Prison Strap.  What a name!   And it looks scary.  Not sure of this one!
  • 1 pair of nipple clamps with chain
    $29.96 Triple Intimate Clamps (yes, a third clamp for “down there”).
  • 1 other nipple-oriented toy
    $21.35 Fusion Triple Suckers.  Sounds interesting and pleasurable!
  • 1 set of cuffs/restraints
    $46.59 Ankle Cuffs. Never have had my legs/feet restrained.
  • 2 types of cock rings
    $26.70: Rock Ring/The Earthmover. Great name, intimidating looking.
    We only went with one since I spent more than we intended.  Mike agreed as I told him it was either two cheaper cock rings or one amazing looking one.
  • 2 other items of my choosing
    $37.95 Wrist Cuffs.  Had to get some since also ordered ankle cuffs.
    $25.38 Ball gag.   This will be another new experience for me.
  • If money left over, any additional items of my choosing.
    Left over?  I busted the budget!

Not everything has arrived yet.  We hope to start breaking out some of these toys this weekend.  Mike wants me to pick one item each time, so that means about a dozen sexcapades before we break them all in.  I get to choose what we start with, and I am going for the Wand.  Got to see what all the rave reviews are really about!

Oh, I spent $601.08.  Since Mike said 20 spankings for every dollar I went over, $1.08 equated to 22 spankings (he rounded up).   I probably could have spent a little more time to get it under $600, but frankly, I spent some extra time to get it a little above $600.  Well worth it!

44. The Argument – Part I.