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247. Hey, my husband spanks me!

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This is a continuation of my prior post… sort of.

This time I will get to some discipline experiences. 

But first, this little interlude. . . 

SYNCOPATHIC CACOPHONY
Here are things I’ve been punished for lately, sometimes in summary or detailed more greatly, but where it lacks the narrative of the swift hard whacks, I give you clear citations of the cold hard facts.  You can call me remiss for the skips of a hit of the paddle or swig of the piss, but there are times due to brevity I’ve got to use levity and enjoy the descriptions of my discipline prescriptions as I stop being so zany and start some explaining so no more hesitations. . . Read on.  And feel my sensations. 

Maybe the better word is cacaphony (uh oh, is caca a vulgar word? I hope not re #4 below). 

Here you go, with references to the section of the Contract that deals with my transgression.

TRANSGRESSION 1:  GROSS-ery DISREGARD FOR DRESS CODE

I was in the house and was not naked when required to be.

I got home with some groceries and they were in the back of the van so I couldn’t close the garage door until I had them groceries out.  This is important because I typically disrobe once I close the garage door and before I enter the house.  But since I needed to leave the garage door open, I leave my clothes on until the groceries are inside.  

I brought some groceries in and I wanted to get some of the stuff in the freezer right away.  There were still a few things in the car so I thought, “I’ll get these things put away, go get what’s in the car, then undress.”  I was putting away a few things and Kayla walked in and said she would get the last few things from the car.  Great.  I kept putting the groceries away as she brought the last items in she went back to whatever she was doing. .   I had them all put away and started on some other chores.  Maybe 10 minutes, maybe 15… Kayla walks back in and was like, “Hey, your clothed.”  Oops.  I disrobed immediately.  I had to tell on myself when Mike got home.

  • Violation of Section V.2.2.3 Attire
  • Discipline:  Mr. Creative, aka, Mike, had to defer my spanking until J was asleep that night.  He told me to get dressed as if I was going shopping and follow him out to the car (parked in our garage).  He was carrying a paddle and directed me to lay face down in the back seat and pull my skirt up and panties down.  He positioned himself in the front so that he could reach over to the back and spank me.  He gave me about 10 warm ups, and then 10 harder ones.  He then told me to pull up my panties, and follow him inside and I was to disrobe at the door.

    Once in the kitchen he directed me to take a couple of things out of the fridge and pantry and put them on the counter.  He had me bend over, hands on the counter, staring at the items – 10 swats, hard of course.  Then he had me put the food back where it belonged.

    And then we repeated.  Got dressed, went to the car, 10 swats, disrobed, back inside, put some food out on the counter, 10 swats, put the food back, and repeat a third and final time.  So 60 swats total.  Then he gave me 30 minutes of corner time in the kitchen before concluding with our closing ceremony.    

TRANSGRESSION:  MANTRA MISS
Twice over the last month I’ve messed up our mantra rule.  Before explaining the misstep, I want to add that I really love the mantras, way more than I thought.  I liked the idea from the beginning, but thought I would tire of it.  Perhaps I will, but it has been 6 months and I still love it.  It is an awesome way to start and end every day. 

One time I was in bed reading while Mike was busy at the computer and I fell asleep.  Mike didn’t wake me when he got to bed.  It is my responsibility to seek him out if I am going to bed and think I may fall asleep before he gets there.

Another time I said the mantra, which is the last thing I am to speak before going to bed, and then Mike asked me something that I answered.  It happens, and I simply repeat the mantra again.  There are times I’ve had to say it over and over as something will come up requiring me to speak.  No big deal, it happens.  But this time I failed to do that and went to sleep without reciting it again.  To be fair, I was basically asleep when Mike asked me something, so while I answered it half-awake, I quickly fell back asleep after answering him.  My brain couldn’t process that I needed to repeat the mantra.

  • Violation of Section V.2.1.5 Mantras
  • Discipline:
    It’s very discombobulating to be awaken by a spanking.  For one of these punishments, I happened to be asleep on my tummy, so Mike simply pulled back the covers and I awoke to spanks on my buttocks.  For another, I happened to be on my side.  Being the devious creative Dom that he is, he got a clothespin and clipped it to my nipple.  I didn’t wake up so he started pulling on it and clipping and unclipping it.  I woke in a dazed “WTF?” kind of state (I didn’t actually say those words).  Before I fully got my bearings he moved me over on my stomach and began spanking me.  I didn’t comprehend why as it was hard to think from both the surprise of the spanking and the grogginess of the sleep.  As this wasn’t the first time I have been awakened this way, the reasons for the spanking eventually dawned on me as the spanking progressed. 
    Spankings give me a rush of adrenaline, making it hard to go right back to sleep.  Mike remedied that.  “Now, sit down and write out the mantra 50 times.”  Yeah, that took care of the adrenaline.

TRANSGRESSION:  STRIKE WHILE THE IRONS…um, COLD?
I iron my husbands clothes.  Not just his work shirts, but his t-shirts, slacks, and shorts.  The only thing I don’t iron are his underwear and socks – I am a feminist after all!   lol.

Ironing is likely the biggest icon of the classic 1950’s misogynistic acts of service expected of housewives.  It’s funny, but my lunch bunch friends are more shocked that I iron my husbands clothes than they are that I share my husband with another woman.  Ironing evokes that strong of reaction in many women!

I enjoy it.  I love to have everything turned off so it is quiet, and just enough light so I can see what I am doing.  It is semi-meditative for me.  Working with my hands to make something nice looking and comfortable for Mike that will also be against his skin. It’s like a part of me is always touching him.  Yummy, I even like thinking about it. 

Well, maybe I had it too dark one day when I ironed, as Mike noticed a large crease in one of his shirts.  He simply pointed it out and reminded me to pay attention.  He does give me reminders sometimes versus going right to a punishment.  He then got to looking and found a few other less than perfect shirts.  “Bad day ironing, huh?  I’ll let it go, but you have to do better.”

His statement is something worth noting as it shows the evolution of our DD.   Early on in DD I would been upset over him telling me to “do better.”  Regardless his tone of voice, it sounds a bit condescending.  But now it is that sort of blunt commentary that I love.  To me, comments like that are more dominating than a spank on the butt.  And I love it when Mike shows his dominance.  It also shows I have indeed gone from DD that is mine to DD that is for me.   

At that point I avoided being disciplined, other than verbally, when he happens to notice issues with several other shirts.  Oh shirt!  Let the spanking commence.

  • Violation of Section V.2.1.4 Homemaker
  • Discipline:  Mike’s creativity was challenged since obviously branding me with the iron is a hard limit.  He gave me 10 warm ups with a paddle, then took a plastic hanger (no wire hangers!!) and tried swatting me with it.  It hurt a little bit but then it broke.  I guess they aren’t spanko tested.  He went into the closet and way in the back in the furthest corner, there was a single wire hanger.  He twisted it apart, got in into a loop, and spanked me maybe a dozen times.  It really stung but less than I thought it was going to.
  • Sensing it didn’t quite have the desired effect, he went back into the closet and came out with the iron.  He created a loop with the cord and spanked me maybe another 10 times, very hard.  Those definitely got my attention.  He has only used cords a few times and I knew it was going to hurt and going to leave some marks.  Suffice to say I now keep more lights on when I iron. Oh, and Mike told me to buy a couple of wire hangers so we can have them, just in case. 

TRANSGRESSION:  WELL &%!* TO THAT!
For someone who rarely cusses, I think this is maybe only the fourth or fifth time being disciplined for doing so.  It was never a major habit of mine, and when I have, it is usually to make light of a situation.  You know, humor!

Humor or not, it’s still cussing.  As Mike reminded me, our agreement states, “any cussing by Jennifer for any reason at any time will be deemed a failure to properly express her feelings.”  I guess I blew it when negotiating that part, because come on, sometimes it is an effective way to express something.  Oh well, our next renegotiation is a year from now, so only 12 months until I can let the expletives fly.  Ha.

By the way – a small loophole.  I can use a cuss word if I am sharing what someone else said and what they said included a cuss word.  As such, I am not expressing my feelings, but theirs.  Another caveat is if I Mike’s permission, such as here, where he gave me permission to repeat the word that earned me this punishment.

Mike took exception to my use of the word “fucking” in a recent post. I used it for humor (Post 242) so thought it would be okay. I thought wrong.

  • Violation of Section V.3.2.1 Feelings
  • Discipline:  His go-to disciplining routine for verbal related discretion is a mouth soaping.  He really lathered this one up a lot. All over my tongue and lips, and I had to bite down so there are teeth marks in the soap.  It was followed with the traditional rinsing using his pee, and after a few rinses, I had to drink the remaining pee.  He then said that since I think cussing is funny for its “shock” value, he pulled out the OH DIOS MIO (violet wand)He has only used this a few times, shocking me on my butt or breasts or on my sides. This time he had me stick out my tongue and said I was getting five shocks.  They did hurt, but as in “shock” type hurt.  The pain doesn’t last long.  But knowing that initial shock is about to hit makes it more of a psychological disciplining than physical.  Your mind is just anticipate this awful powerful shock.  It hurts, but not as much as your mind tells you it is going to hurt – and it is that anticipation that makes this such an effective discipline.

REFLECTION
There’s a few others I could share, but I think that paints a good picture.  Keep in mind these occurred over the last three months, so it really isn’t that many.  I haven’t been disciplined a lot lately – and I am not complaining.  The spankings I get at Maintenance are plenty for helping maintain my submissive mindset. 

The “today” Jenny is satisfied just ending this post here — let the punishments stand for whatever you think they stand for.  I know what they mean to me and I accept them and love that I have a relationship that allows for my husband to address my behaviors.

However, for the benefit of some readers who struggle with my acceptance of being treated this way, I will write a bit more (A bit? Since when do I ever right “a bit” more about anything?).   

SHOULD I BE PUNISHED FOR SUCH TRIVIAL THINGS?
Yes.

See, I told you it would just be a bit more

Next: 248. Secret Ingredients Revealed

161. Needed one, got three!

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I’ve been preoccupied lately but had a story to share and then found this post in my drafts.  I thought I posted it some time ago!   Oh well, here you go. . .

I thought I’d share a somewhat humorous story about a “dilemma” that Kayla and I had and the less than humorous results.

SET-UP
Kayla started her Master’s program.  Not to be confused with “Master” in a kink sense but as in obtaining a Master’s degree that one may attain after their Bachelor’s.   In any event, school started for her and she has been a busy bee.   She is an excellent student and takes her studies seriously.

She said being back in the school environment has underscored the changes in her personality.  No longer the wallflower whose would be annoyed by anything distracting her from her laser focus, she is confident, outgoing, and easy-going.  She has made several new friends.  In addition to spending time studying and working on assignments with them, she also has gone out with them socially.   Not that she was a hermit in the past, but her old self would have taken all semester to warm up to someone to be that friendly.  Now, after just a few classes she bonded in friendship with a couple of other students.    

Between classes, studying, and her expanded social circle, her time at home has decreased.  And when she is home, she is often studying.   Not to say she doesn’t have “family” time, but she went from almost 24×7 family time to something quite less than that.  

Mike and I are fully supportive of this.  She is 23 and we don’t want her to feel obligated to spend time with us.  Any time she spends with us is precious but only if it is genuine and not taking away from her other interests.    She has some household chores which she is still able to complete without a problem.  I have a bit more to do now, but that’s okay.  I always considered her help to be a bonus as I was doing it all before she moved in with us.  And with J at school, I have more time to get things done. 

NEED FOR SPANKING
With this change in routine, for the first time ever Kayla went an entire week without a spanking – other than during a Maintenance Session.   And as you may recall, this is happening at a time she is experiencing a touch of sub-frenzy.  

Kayla came to me one early afternoon while Mike was at work and J was at school.  She said she was feeling “antsy and anxious” about nothing in particular.  She was having trouble focusing on her school work and felt she needed an adrenaline rush and a release.  In other words, she needed a spanking and she asked me if I would spank her.

I was feeling playful, and not having had a spanking in a few days myself, I said sure, but only if she would spank me.  She giggled and said, “Of course!” 

THE DILEMMA
Then the dilemma dawned on me.  Do we need to get Mike’s permission?   Our justification for “No” was that this wasn’t discipline, this was fun.  After all, we don’t ask his permission to have sex.  But, Kayla does have to ask for permission to masturbate Btw, I don’t.  To clarify, I don’t have to ask! You’re crazy if you thought for one second that I don’t actually masturbate.  Heck, it is in my contract!  I digress.

So, was this more akin to us having sex?  What if it included sex, would that make a difference?   I told Kayla the fact that we were having this debate in our minds was probably evidence enough that we should ask for permission.  No harm in doing that as we expected he would surely say yes.

I called Mike and he didn’t answer.  I couldn’t text him this request either.  So we waited, and waited.  J was going to be home from school soon and Kayla said she was really desperate and would even try spanking herself if I wouldn’t do it.  I thought that was unnecessary and not as effective, so, I made a command decision that I would spank her. Mike did say I could act as his proxy for things that needed immediate attention.  While the “things” he was talking about were disciplinary in nature, in my mind while this spanking wasn’t needed for disciplinary reasons, it was still needed.

So I spanked her.  It went on for quite some time.  First by hand, then one implement, then another.  She was really in need of a solid spanking.  Spanking her and seeing the release it gave her made me want to be spanked even more.  She obliged, although I didn’t need nearly the spanking she did.  It was also fun as we made a bit of a game of it.  Sort of a “see how hard you can take it” challenge.   She won.  

Mike’s reaction when we told him?  He wasn’t pleased.  His thinking was that part of the Dominance he derives over us is from his power to spank.  This particular act is the hallmark act of DD and should hold a special, almost sacred place in DD.  While it is acceptable to spank as part of play, there is a risk it can become trivialized.  He said the way in which we explained it and described it to him, it felt very trivial.  That feeling was deepened by the fact we didn’t wait for him to give us permission even though we suspected we should have.  He said he felt excluded from something that we should have understood as being up to him to decide.  He wants me to be comfortable as his proxy, but in this case the fact we proceeded without his consent showed we trivialized the meaning of such spankings.

His final point was that any time we recognize that a situation calls for his input, then the situation requires his input.  In other words, if there is any doubt, we should error on the side of seeking permission.

His punishment was that we would repeat the spankings and he would watch.  We did so and when we were done, he said, “We’re not done.”   What?   He then said we would again repeat them except he would do the spanking.  So Kayla and I got a double dose of what we got when we spanked each other.  I really wish we hadn’t done the “who can take it the hardest” game.  Suffice to say our butts were plenty red, especially Kayla’s.  She won’t be feeling the need to be spanked for quite some time.  

Mike also added a Mini-Maintenance Thursday for Kayla.  In addition, for two weeks one of us has to “soundly” spank her before she goes off to class.  Kayla doesn’t typically leave for class until after Mike has left for work, so these spankings mostly fall on me to administer.  Mike gave clear guidance as to implement and force and required pictures to show they were being given to his satisfaction.    

In reflecting on this, I see Mike’s point and don’t have any qualms about his reaction.  I leave such things up to his discretion and I don’t question it.  However, I have found that my willingness to submit to his authority with no question has a cumulative impact on me that’s not necessarily positive – which is a segue to my next post! 

NEXT POST:  DOMESTIC DISCIPLINE SYMPATICO!

 

         

118. The Stick of Truth, Part II (Ass play/punishment?)

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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 talking to Kayla, I always refer to Mike as “Sir.”   Kayla always addresses me as “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 it  as “Mike wants us to…”

I believe that makes it easier for you all to read.  After all, he is my Sir, not yours!   Also, when reading it on my blog, I hope it reminds y’all (yes, I say “y’all” – I am from Texas after all) that we, in fact, just Mike and Jen.  Our lifestyle doesn’t change the fact we are normal people.  Hey – I heard that!  Who just said, “Geesh, normal?  What’s normal about them?”  

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 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,” but fortunately my reluctance didn’t show.

Mike went to Kayla’s room.  She apparently had been crying quite a bit and between the tears and the slobber was a bit of a mess.  Mike 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.  That could be an hour or more.  She mumbled something so Mike removed the gag.  She had to pee.  He asked her if she could hold it and she said not for very 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 in, but if not, she would just have to go in her bed.  He lined some pads underneath her and laid another one over waist.  He had her drink the glass of water as quickly as she could.  Mike put the ball gag and blindfold back on her and removed the sucker that was on her clit.  As he left the room he then told her someone would return once J was down – which could be n hour or more.

BALL GAG SAFETY
This particular gag is medium-sized.  Large enough to cause a lot of drool, but small enough that your jaw is not stuck too wide open.  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.

CLEANING UP KAYLA
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.  Clearly he is choosing not to say anything to me, 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 often enjoy this mental torture and 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.  Once J was asleep Mike told me to check on Kayla.  He told me that there might be a mess in there and to not mind the mess.  He told me to just remove whatever Kayla had on or attached to 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 and she is not to assist in her cleaning.  She is to stand there and allow me to wash her down and dry her.   Lastly, after I tell her all of that, I am not to speak another word to her until Kayla was clean.

Once Kayla was clean, I was to remain clothed, sit down, and instruct her 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 and 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.  That’s what suckers can do when left on a long time.  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 led her from her room into our bathroom and into the shower.  

As I showered her off, she never said a word.  The only reaction she gave was a quick wince when I wiped her chest, as apparently her nipples were a bit sore.   I kept the blindfold on her as Mike ordered, but it was soaked from the shower.  When I dried her off I tried my best to dry the blindfold without removing it.  I was tempted to take it off and wring it out, but Mike told me to leave it on and I didn’t want to deviate from his instructions.   Having that wet thing pressed against her face was just one more discomfort she would have endure.  All clean!   I 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.

SPANKINGS. . . and more!
Mike entered the room and immediately told me to start spanking Kayla with my hand and not stop until ordered.  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 she tried 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 600+ 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 has become 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 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 sexual type 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.  I saw that 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 extended, hands on the floor, to keep herself propped over my knees.  Mike 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 tight fit, it went in fairly easy. 

I thoroughly enjoyed my vantage point.  I could feel Kayla’s heartbeat through my thighs,.  She was also making soft, pleasurable groans.  And I could see that Mike was enjoying it.  I had this close up view of watching his cock go in and out of her ass.  I actually forgot we were even in a punishment session.  It wasn’t long before Mike came inside her butt. 

He then told both of us to stand.  He embraced us and said that this concluded 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 was not a night 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 loving cuddling.   I believe he knew that after Kayla endured the intensity of the last several hours, it would be rough on her if he just said, “Goodnight, now get to your bedroom.”  That just wouldn’t be proper aftercare!

He removed the damp 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.

I would just have to wait until morning to find out what else he had planned.

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

 

 

               

 

 

  

 

    

 

 

 

 

 

105. Cleaning a Potty Mouth

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Wow.  Two posts in one day!   Nice.

I shared in Post 102: Sharing Salacious Spanking Stories that I spanked Kayla for cursing.
I also said I had other spanking stories to share, however, a punishment later topped those stories in my mind and thus I will share this one with you.  Yesterday Kayla was again punished for cursing, but this time by Mike and it was more than just a spanking. 

On New Year’s Eve my two older son’s took our youngest out for day at the zoo, so that left Mike, me, and Kayla alone for the morning and afternoon.  Kayla and I remained clothed in the event they came back unexpectedly.  After Mike did his morning inspection,  Kayla earned an Immediate Reward as he found several infractions with the organizing of her room.  They were very minor things, such as some hangers not facing the right direction or not spaced properly, or finding dust on the ceiling fan.   Kayla wanted strictness – she got it.   As soon as our kids were out of the house he gave her quite a few spankings due to the many infractions.   I kept look out in the event the kids drove up unexpectedly.   She cried as she is apt to do, but recovered quickly and we went about the morning.

Not much later as we were all in the kitchen, Kayla suddenly let’s out a “Oh F*ck!”  She stubbed her toe against chair.  She quickly said, “I am sorry, Sir, sorry Ma’am, I didn’t mean to.”  Mike lectured her as this was the second time she dropped the F-bomb.  Cussing is a habit she hadn’t shown around us before, but clearly the F-word is her go-to when she is shocked.  Mike had her drop her pants and he pulled off his belt and spanked her.  Again, I went to be the look-out in case the kids came home.   Mike then told Kayla to take all her clothes off and he again spanked her with his belt.  He then instructed her to go to our bathroom and find a corner to stand in and he would be there in a bit.   Mike told me to alert him if the kids pulled up, and he then proceeded to our bathroom.   Much of the rest of the story is as it was conveyed to me.

Mike entered the bathroom and grabbed a bar of soap and got it wet.  He called Kayla over and told her to stick out her tongue.  He then rubbed the soap against her tongue and told her this is what we do to try to clean a potty mouth.  He then put the bar in her mouth and told her to hold it there and follow him to her room.  He had her sit up on her bed with her back against her headboard.  He took out two pairs of cuffs from her toy chest.  He cuffed each raised arm to her bed posts.   He told her that he would return in fifteen minutes and that he expected the bar of soap to still be in her mouth, else she would earn additional spankings. He then left her there.

Mike told me that Kayla was in her room being punished and that he wanted me to go in there in fifteen minutes.  I am to remind her about not cussing and that if I heard her cussing again and Mike was not around, Mike expected me to repeat this punishment plus, he would administer an additional punishment when he was able.   I was then to uncuffed her and she would follow me to our bathroom, where Mike was waiting. 

Before removing the soap, Mike told Kayla to bite down as hard as she could and he expected to see deep teeth marks in the bar.  Kayla did so, so much that when he told her to open her mouth, the bar stuck to the upper teeth and he had to push down on it to remove it.  He again had her stick out her tongue and he rubbed more soap on it.  He then said she could spit it out but could not rinse.  He continued to lecture her, saying he hoped the next time she felt the need to cuss that she would remember this.  He then said something very shocking to me. 

“Kayla, I’ll let you rinse out with water now, but if there is a next time, you will be rinsing with something more fitting of a potty mouth.  If you want to have a potty mouth, then your mouth will be treated like one.”  My eyes got a big and I was shocked.  While neither mine nor Kayla’s contract forbids piss-play or whatever you want to call it, it is something none of us actually have done.   

Kayla rinsed with water and then Mike had her bend over as he pulled the hair brush out of the drawer.  He spanked her quickly about ten or fifteen times very hard.  Then went into the Closing Ceremony (our after care procedure) and that was that.   He told Kayla to shower off as she had soap all down her chest and belly. 

When Kayla emerged we asked her how she was feeling.  She said she really needed something to drink (non-alcoholic) to help with the taste and that she felt calm and happy.  She said she appreciated the level of punishment, especially the restraints. She had expressed to us several times that she had a desire to be restrained (tied/cuffed).  She did say it tasted terrible and if it doesn’t keep her from cussing, then she doesn’t know what will.  She admitted that she has the habit of letting the F-word fly and looks forward to putting that habit behind her.  She thanked both of us, not just for what occurred that morning, but for embracing her needs.    

She drank a lot throughout the day and even this morning said she could still taste the soap.  I never thought of using a good old-fashion soaping. Good for Mike for thinking of it.  Hopes are high that his choice of punishments will leave a lasting and positive impression. 

This leads me into my next post where I want to focus more on Mike and being a Dom, at least from my perspective.  Although the fringe benefits are phenomenal (hee-hee), being a Dom has its’ challenges and requires awareness, empathy, forethought, and fortitude. Plus, you often have to make snap decisions that go just far enough without going too far, or go farther then ever before, but again, without going too far.  

As for what Mike proposed for the next step of a potty-mouth punishment, that’s going pretty far in my book.  I specifically asked Kayla what she thought about that and her response was simply, “Whatever Sir determines is best.”    She’s got the submissive mind-set down pretty well –  all in less than a week!  

NEXT: 106. Wandering of Thoughts

102. Sharing Salacious Spanking Stories

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Say this five time as fast as you can:  — Sharing several salacious spanking stories. —

Not quite a tongue twister, but a nice alliteration none-the-less. Whatever it is, it is my mantra for today.

REFLECT AND SET THE SITUATION
Before I share, I’ll first do my favorite thing and reflect. Kayla moved in Monday, the 26th. With one son home from college on break and the other off for another week, it’s been difficult to be overly submissive. We have had to rely on certain nods of the head or other gestures to communicate the need to talk or point out something that is best not said aloud with our present company. Not the best way to start things for Kayla, but she got a nice “introduction” late last week as I shared in my prior post. However, that’s not to say Kayla and I haven’t found ways to remain submissive or be punished. (That didn’t come out right – we don’t look for ways to get spanked – I meant when a spanking was deserved, we found ways to get the spanking done.

Thankfully John and Donna have been accommodating in allowing us to come over and use their house. We jokingly tell John and Donna that we need to “pee pee” as in the abbreviations P. P. for “punishment privacy.”  There’s been a lot of deferred punishments as we have run out of excuses to our kids for running over to John and Donna’s.  It is also a bit humorous when there is a window of opportunity and we scurry to get spanked before the window closes.  My older son, T2, may decide to take J somewhere, or, J may be doing something we me or Kayla, allowing Mike to be with either Kayla or me as needed.  In a pinch, Mike has even delegated to me on administering a spanking to Kayla so that the spanking not be delayed too long.  

I’ve talked to Kayla a lot about how she is feeling and how things are stacking up against her expectations. Overall she says she is doing great but does feel an anxiousness over the desire to really get into a submissive routine.  That routine is challenged by the holiday traffic in our house. She said the experience of the spankings she got late last week have her craving for more. Not specifically more spankings, but just more submission. I sense her uneasiness and anxiety is a bit like the sub-frenzy I went through at one point. There is an addiction to the endorphins and other chemicals that the body naturally produces and it takes some time for that to level out.

I continued to be amazed at how committed she is to this and how she did all she could to prepare. She shared a lot of the stuff she read about online regarding not just DD or D/s but on all sorts of dynamics.  She certainly researched it more than I did when I adopted this lifestyle.   For me there was this sudden connection and attraction to DD that strongly resonated with me. I just knew it was the “thing” for me.

It was and is different for Kayla. She wasn’t looking for something like this. I opened her to the idea when I shared my lifestyle with her. While I did not suggest or infer she adopt it, she said it really intrigued her. She wants to be sexually adventurous but in a safe manner, and she wants to explore different aspects of herself, again, in a safe a manner.  She knows she has some mild neuroses and could easily make some poor choices in trying to cope with it and this exploring could be bad for her if not done safely.

Kayla has been very comfortable in being open and honest  about her feelings. She hasn’t hesitated to share what is on her mind, even when the subject is uncomfortable such as sexual desires. I won’t share all of them with you, but she did admit she is open to exploring more, such as what I did with my M/s Immersion, or in attending some FetLife functions – but all within the safety she feels with Mike and I being present. She said she is no hurry to do those things, and wants to first get into a “submissive groove” with Mike and I.

Kayla has been good at sharing her feelings when we talk in a more reflective or contemplative fashion.  However, she is still unsure of how to articulate her feelings “in the moment.”   What we’ve learned and that she has acknowledged is that she second guesses herself in the moment and is afraid to say anything as it may be “wrong.”  

She philosophically understands that a feeling is a feeling and while they could be insensitive or misplaced, they are never wrong.  Despite that understanding, her tendency is to say nothing at all.  She then lets it fester while she tries to figure out the “right” feeling in her mind.  She then tends to be far more critical of herself, bestowing an inadequacy on herself that in her mind was the cause for the incident.  If she learns to express herself in the moment and engage in a dialogue, I believe she will find that more often than not the situation can resolve itself right there.  No need for second guessing or beating herself up later – and, that the other person’s reaction will be far less critical of her (if at all), than she is of herself.  Easier said than done. I know (as does she) that this habit was born out of how to best survive in an environment that did not react well to dialogue.

OKAY – NOW SOME SALACIOUS SPANKING STORIES!
Let’s see – how about the first time I spanked Kayla!   But first, let me remind you of a few things.  Kayla’s contract is structured like mine when it comes to the types of Rewards (aka spankings). There are Immediate, Prompt, and Delayed Rewards. There is a Rewards Ceremony that outlines how they are administered. Immediate Rewards are given on the spot with a fast paced spanking (“shock and awe” as we call it). After an initial set of spankings, we must state why we received the spanking. If we are able to correctly state why we earned it, then we get a second and final spanking. If we are unable to do so, we get a second spanking, followed by an explanation as to why we earned it, then followed by a third and final spanking.

The first time I spanked Kayla was for cussing. Call us prudes but neither Mike nor I are big cussers. Neither of our parents cussed much and it just isn’t in our nature. Not to say we haven’t let the occasional curse word fly, but it is rare. Added to this is that J really gets freaked out when he hears a cuss word. It is typically more about the emotion in which they are said than it is the actual word, but he actually gets angry and quite animated when he hears someone cuss. Thus, we try extra hard to avoid it.  

On Christmas Eve her and I were home alone for a bit when Kayla dropped her phone and said, “Oh, Fu*k!”  While I agree that when you see your phone rapidly descending towards the floor it is worthy of an “Oh Fu*k” moment, we just can’t have that.  We were in the kitchen and this called for an Immediate Reward. I grabbed a wooden spoon and quickly walked her to our front living room so I could peek out the window to see if a car pulled up.  I told her to drop her pants and bend over the chair. I gave her quick and hard swats. She correctly stated why she was being punished, so I gave her the second set of 15 and that was that.

She was very squirmy on the second set and many times let out an “Ow!” She didn’t cry but was teary eyed. We did our aftercare and all was forgiven.   As has been our process with Kayla, I asked her how she felt about me spanking her. At first she gave the typical, “Fine.” I asked her to “elaborate.” If you read the prior post, when Kayla is asked to “elaborate” it means she has one more chance at expressing herself or will be spanked. Her response showed frustration as it was something like, “Okay, I feel okay with it. Like, of course you are going to spank me and yes I deserved it. So of course I am okay with it.”

I didn’t like her answer and told her to pull her pants back down. I gave her 25 by hand. She was now crying.  I held her for a bit and then asked her again how she felt about it.   She said her initial feeling was that it was unfair. But she didn’t want to say those words because she knows it was fair, but still couldn’t help feeling that it wasn’t. Her phone is fairly new and she had already broken one recently and didn’t want the grief of breaking another. She also felt that 30 with the spoon was too much and they were too hard, and then to get the 25 by hand on top of that. Add to that the embarrassment of getting spanked by me for the first time and how angry I looked and it was all too much.

Now, before the SRC (Submissive Rules Committee) imposes a fine for allowing a submissive to question a punishment, let me remind you SRC members that Kayla has special dispensation to do so. We encourage her to let out her feelings, unfiltered, unedited (except no cussing), and “in the moment” until such time it seems appropriate to do otherwise.

I thanked her for being open and honest and told her I was pleased that she opened up. I purposely didn’t try to address any specific issue such as her trying to justify the cussing due to concerns of the phone breaking, or for me to try to justify or apologize for how I spanked her.  Those are not the issue, and she knows it. It isn’t about trying to “score” her reasons on some rationalization table. It is simply about allowing her to vent, accepting her rant without judgement, and moving on.  In other words, validate her feelings, independent of whether the facts are valid.  

The release of emotions made her cry even more and I held her for some time until she calmed down. I reminded her how beautiful she was and how much we loved her and were happy to have her as part of the family. Surprisingly, she then asked me how I felt about being the spanker versus the spankee. In a joking tone I said, “Fine,” upon which she jokingly responded, “Elaborate.”

It felt good – better than I had anticipated. I both experienced it as Kayla and as Mike. I experienced it as Kayla in-so-much as when I see any spanking I relate to the spankee. I feel a bit of the sting and endorphin rush that they are feeling. I feel their submission and I identify with that submission.  In this case, I identified with Kayla but also with Mike. The sensation of the spoon on my hand, or my hand on her buttocks, was new. I’ve spanked Donna before but either in play or on behalf of John.  My feelings surprised me as going in my thought was I would simply feel as if I was the submissive, spanking her because Mike allowed it.  But no, in spanking Kayla I was not just doing as a Dom asked, I was the Dom.  In addition, I was not just anyone’s Dom, I was Kayla’s. That means a lot to me.   I jokingly said, “Is that sufficient elaboration.”   Kayla responded, “Yes, Ma’am, it is.”

All spanked out!
Wow, so okay, that was just one spanking story and I promised several.   Sorry to disappoint, but this post is getting long. I’ll share more in another post.

It’s hard for me to be succinct and just give the facts on the spanking. I feel compelled to give the reflection and reaction as well. As I said all the way back in Post 13, that’s just how I am. In keeping with my blog’s name, this is Domestic Discipline, administered and shared “Jenny Style.”   Enjoy!

NEXT: 103. Curious Cat