On a whim, we decided to drive up to see our son at his University. It’s Saturday and we didn’t have anything else planned, and neither did our son. We left early, spent the day, and i wrote this now as we are in the car heading home. His University is a 2 1/2 hour drive each way. Not too far, but not too close either.
We are making this trip all in one day.
Our son was happy to see us and we had a good family day. Our son (like most men), wouldn’t actually have admitted that he was lonely and missing us, but as his Momma, i could tell from the way he was talking to me that he was.
We had a good day. My heart is feeling full! (Although almost as instantly, as we leave to go home, a part of me is missing again and i wish i didn’t have to leave him there too! So maybe my heart isn’t “quite” full!!)
Our son really has NO idea of our D/s dynamic at all, which is by design. i suppose he knows i defer to Dad and Dad’s decisions, but he has NO idea of our discipline factor. While in my opinion, it’s good that he knows Dad is in charge and i defer to Dad, our son does NOT need to have a full account of what happens if or when i do NOT properly defer. In other words, our son doesn’t know Dad spanks me.
It’s hard to explain domestic discipline (DD) to grown adults, let alone to an 18-year old kid! i suspect our son would never understand or believe that i truly do consent to being spanked and that this is NOT some warped version of some sort of wife-beating.
David and i tend to have covert comments between us, said in front of our son, that if our son thought about it too much he might figure things out. But i highly doubt it.
As we didn’t have a plan for exactly what we would do, David said early this morning (after we were with our son), “you are in charge today. You can decide what we do.”
Then as i said, “ok Dad, next thing we are going to do is xyz. Let’s go!” David then said, “you are bossy today!”
And i said, “you said i was in charge.”
To which David responded back, “yes, but you can say things in a kinder tone.”
“Why do i need to? If i am in charge….”
“Well, you can do what you want, and use your power the way you see fit, but you may regret that later too.”
Ok, i hear you Sir. i can make decisions but still need to tone it down.
And some time later i heard, “you may have forgotten that you ought to speak a little kinder.”
Another warning. i heeded the warnings and this time, i did tone it down.
i don’t mean to get bossy. i just hate standing around going, “what do you think?”
And then hearing, “I don’t know. What do you think?”
To be followed by, “yah, I’m flexible and I don’t care.”
“And I don’t either.”
“So what are we going to do?”
“I don’t know”
STOP. I WILL DECIDE! This is stupid to go back and forth without moving forward in any way whatsoever!
And that’s when i tend to get bossy.
In my opinion, if you want to be in charge, and make the decisions, i will let you do it every time.
BUT.
When you put me in charge and you don’t want to make decisions…. Then “being bossy” comes with the territory! It’s what you was implied when you said “You are in charge.” To me, that means “you need to decide and just tell us what we need to do.” Aka: bossy!
So. Yes. i got bossy. But not because i necessarily intended to, but instead because of the authority was given to me.
Needless to say, i did manage to simmer down and find a “nice” way to give directions. And we had a great family-together-Saturday today.
i won’t be spanked or disciplined in any way for my bossiness. Yah for me! And we now travel home to see what tomorrow and the coming week holds.
(And i am mostly full of happiness, love, and joy…. But i have to say “mostly” because i had to leave my son behind. i wonder if this leaving part ever gets easier!)
Now i have to sit and stare out of the car front windshield for another 2-hours til we are home…. And to NOT dwell on missing my son already or that my bossy day has come to an end.
So David could’ve easilyyyyyyy just spanked me. But he didn’t.
He could have easilyyyyyyy administered any punishment he wanted! But he didn’t.
Instead, he granted me grace. And time. Time to sort myself out.
Time in the belt, without release, without getting my demands (to produce the key) met. Time to accept things. Time to adjust my attitude. Time… to submit.
After i posted that i was having a bratty, temper-tantrum day, several of you told me how i was wrong. i knew i as wrong, even as it was happening, but i couldn’t seem to stop myself from a downward spiral!
Admittedly after making that post AND your comments, i made a true effort to improve. i took on the “fake it til you make it” attitude.
David noticed. He commented with skepticism about the “sudden improvement.” He was right at that moment, as i WAS faking it. But i figured that to make any effort, even if it was a forced fake one, was better than not trying at all!
i also knew it (probably/ hopefully) wouldn’t take long and i would slip into my submissive groove… where the “make it” part became my reality! Of course, i had to (actually) truly try first!
And boy did it pay off!
David had told me last weekend that he “watched a porn video and saw a non-sexual toy that the girl used in a sexual way…” and that he ordered it for me. i had no idea what that could even mean, let alone actually be.
He had told me then it was a surprise and was to arrive yesterday (Saturday). Well, i had forgot all about it actually. So in my temper-tantrum, bratty self mode, i didn’t even consider the fact i may lose this surprise gift if i kept it up.
After i posted to you all about my stupid attitude, i told him about your comments. He was MORE than pleased to have your total support!
As predicted though, we got into a (small) battle of stubbornness. He told me if i “went swimming in our pool (with him), he would take the belt off.” i already knew the pool temp was low 80’s and the air temp was high 90’s, so the water would feel chilly. i HaTe being CoLd. So instead of taking that bait, i politely said, “No thank you Sir.”
He shrugged his shoulders and with a smile said, “Suit yourself then!”
And again, i questioned if i was right/wrong/ indifferent. This time it WAS a choice he gave me though, and for me, it was a lesser-of-two-evils! Because i was already adjusting my attitude about the belt and submission to Sir, i had gotten “ok” with wearing the belt for whatever duration he prescribed. And i hAtE being cOLd!
The day wore on and he made comments about the belt, my stubbornness, and the possibility (or lack thereof) of me being released.
Like when i needed to get a few things from Walmart and told him i was going there to get them. He inquired about what things that was, and he added, “Do these things you need include a metal bolt cutter (to cut off the lock)?”
And when i was home, i said, “my trip was successful! The metal cutters worked well!”
To which he responded, “yah right! I know better than that!”
Then it came time for Saturday night, fall, college football. Specifically David’s favorite team: LSU. They were playing an in-state school, who they had NEVER played, so it was more of a commemorative game than a competitive one. But we watch LSU whenever it is on!
After the first quarter score resulted in a LSU record for most points scored in any quarter ever, i asked Sir if i could give him a blow job. He said, “not until halftime.”
Midway through Q2, i got on the floor in front of him with lotion and began rubbing his feet in a relaxing massage motion. i was naked, save the belt of course. i pressed his foot against my breasts, while kneading his calf muscles. i was intentionally flirting with Sir.
As the quarter moved along, i did too. Timing my upward movements to coincide with the game clock.
When the clock finally wound down to zero and it was halftime, i was ready to pull his cock from his pants. Instead though, Sir said, “stand up.” i questioned him, “why? It’s halftime (and time for your blow job.)”
He gave me a look that said, “really? Are you seriously going back to this morning’s brattiness?”
The look was enough. i dutifully stood without another word.
He produced the key to the chastity belt, and said, “take it off. Spread your legs, close your eyes. And wait.”
Uhm. Ok.
So i did.
He returned and placed a high intensity vibrating round foam roller massage thingie between my legs, then he guided me backward to the couch, and said, “sit on it until halftime is over.”
i was intrigued and definitely surprised. David saw the joy in my face and said, “after the way you’ve acted today, you probably don’t deserve this surprise. But you did pull yourself together and I already had this planned out.”
He continued, “you know how I really don’t enjoy halftime. I think you can provide something of a better show that I’d prefer to watch.”
It was about 30-seconds in that i thought, “there’s NO way i will NOT orgasm before the end of halftime.” So i told Sir this, to which (thankfully!) he said, “you can have as many orgasms as you want or need. Just don’t move off the toy until I say you can.”
i lost count. i was in orgasm heaven. i went over the edge, with permission, somewhere around 6-8 x’s!
i dare say i did put on a good, live porn show for him. And that he was pleased with my halftime performance!
i didn’t touch myself with my hands, nor did i have penetration… both of which i really wanted! i did beg him to allow me to get off of the roller and to let me climb on his cock. He said no.
At one point, it turned itself off. i may have moved it to press the button, but it was unintentional. So i took it, still between my legs, over to Sir (who was sitting on the couch straight cross from me), and he turned it back on…. And moved it up to Level 3!
That was when i really had most of the orgasms. But since i was close to David, i sat on his couch… with the thingie between my legs pressing firmly on my clit. And i pulled Sir’s shorts off and started giving him that blow job too. i was ravenous in my sucking. What i felt between my legs, was manifested in my mouth and onto his cock! And his member responded!
When halftime was over, so was i! And i was thankful to be done as his pussy and my body were exhausted!
i went to our room and prepared for bed. He came in a bit later and said, “the belt can stay off for tonight. I don’t think you have enough energy now to touch yourself. I think you’ll sleep well now too.”
And he was right.
i suspect the next time i question his authority, i won’t be treated so kindly. i won’t have good surprises, or his grace.
This time though, this is exactly what i absolutely needed…. To feel loved and appreciated. And while he held his ground (and did not produce the key until he wanted to), i was firmly made aware that he did it from a position of love.
It’s made me realize that good things come to those who wait…. Patiently, submissively, and respectfully.
There (hopefully) won’t be a next time where i (stupidly) question his key holder decisions… and merely accept it!
i think after David saw how successful my recent punishment spanking was, he wants to see more of the best-submissive-wife and reinforce it. Or maybe after he spanks, he gets a twitch and urge to do it again. Or maybe both!
Either way, neither of us had time to do it in the morning, as had to leave home before me. As he kissed me goodbye he said, “we do your Maintenance tonight.”
“Yes Sir. Thank you and have a good day.” And he said goodbye and was gone.
When i arrived home after work, nothing was really said about it and i figured if or when he was wanting to do that, he would tell me. Instead, we did the normal evening activities: eat dinner (he ALWAYS cooks), clean up (i always clean), watch tv in the living room together.
Frequently i sit in my lounger chair and he stretches out on the couch. Not too long later, i had to use the restroom, where i decided to simply leave my shorts off. And when i rejoined him, i opted to join him on the couch and snuggle up next to him.
He smiled and said, “what happened to your shorts?”
“i lost them,” i said with a smile.
He smiled back and with a half-hearted laugh said, “Clearly.”
He didn’t touch me sexually, but rather just draped his arm around me and we continued watching tv. Since i wanted more, i started to rub on him. Starting with his arm, moving south to his chest, and further to his belly, and lower to his cock.
i wasn’t sure if he’d allow me to touch his cock or not, but he did and i was happy.
As i felt it start to grow, i decided to spring it from his pants and unbuttoned and unzipped his shorts. Again wondering if or when he’d stop me. He didn’t. i was even more happy!
He leaned back to give me more easy access and never said a word, so i continued. That was when i turned on the couch to get up on all fours and lowered my mouth onto his getting-more-erect-by-the-second cock. i started to give him a blow job in earnest as he continued to watch tv.
i was pleased with myself as i felt his cock grow quite hard in my mouth! i went fast and slow, deep and shallow, and suctioned hard and then less. i can’t say for sure if i was really doing this all for him or myself! i enjoy making him happy and the happier he becomes, the happier i am too. (Fuck that stupid saying, “Happy Wife, Happy Life.” It really should be something more like “SUBMISSIVE wife, Happy Life.”)
While i DID want him to touch me too, i didn’t want him to think i was solely doing it to get to that end result either. And had he touched my parts, (or should i really be saying, “had he touched his pussy”) he would’ve discovered how wet i was already!
But he didn’t touch his wet pussy. Instead, his bare hand came down on my left butt cheek with some force. He’s never spanked me while i have his cock deep in my mouth, so this was new.
Now if i were him, i would never spank with my dick in her mouth. i wouldn’t trust her enough to not end up with teeth on my member from her jerky movements, gritting her teeth to deal with the pain, or otherwise just having the ability to reciprocate the pain i was putting on her that she’d then think she could inflict on me! But Sir is not me. And i am not the person with a dick. i am the female sub and he is the male Dom, and as such, he either trusted me or was testing me to clearly NOT do those things!
As his hand met my ass, i didn’t stop or otherwise miss a beat with my blow job for him. His hand lifted away and he landed another, in the exact same spot, with even more intensity than the first. i let out a moan. i couldn’t tell if it signaled a sound to Sir like it pleasure or pain, but i knew … it was both!
And another swat, and another swat, and MANY more landed in the exact same spot, only on my left cheek and all with increasing intensity.
I didn’t even try to keep count as that would’ve been too much. i simply focused on ensuring my teeth did NOT collide with his cock, NOT allowing my body to move with each swat, and allowing him to deliver a different kind of maintenance with grace and acceptance.
At one point as the swats continuously rained down on just my left ass cheek, i did let go of his dick as i no longer trusted myself to be kind to his member. i still didn’t move or otherwise try to stop the maintenance spanking, but rather allowed him to continue. As he did, I let out more moans, squeaks, and squeals that let him know this hand spanking was making its mark, literally and figuratively.
The fire was growing in intensity on my ass cheek as he didn’t stop. He seemed rather intent on delivering an impactful MF, as i was equally intent on accepting it too.
Finally he stopped and he rubbed my ass cheek, while saying, “was this an effective maintenance?”
“Yes Sir.”
“How do you feel?”
“submissive Sir.”
“Good deal.” And he lifted my head and kissed me deeply.
Then he expertly put away his cock and said, “that’s enough for me. Now for your pleasure….” Oh yah!
i leaned straight back on my legs, to where my back was again on the couch but this time i was laying down with my legs toward him and my pussy exposed giving him a straight on view.
His hand came to my clit and started rubbing on it. He rubbed slowly and lovingly, and in a most teasing manner. Then he slid his fingers across my opening, but kept moving on rather than penetrating. He moved to the left side of my mound and back up to the top on the side, then slid straight down over my clit and opening again, and moved to the right side and repeated. He was slowly teasing and torturing me.
Finally he amped up his intensity and speed where he started playing with my clit in earnest. i arched my back and soon asked if i could orgasm. He said no. i expected that answer but also hoped for a yes, as i knew this wouldn’t be much longer and i would spill over the edge into a full orgasm without permission.
So i eked out, “pleaseeee Sir.”
And i heard NO again.
i cringed and said, “Sir, either you need to stop or say yes. i can’t hold out much longer.”
He laughed. And continued.
i decided to be brave and pull his hand away from my clit. And after breathing in more deeply again after getting the reprieve, i said, “i don’t want tonight to be about me but rather you. If you want me to cum Sir, please let me. Otherwise, if you are going to say no, then lock it up and let me sit in my frustration.”
While smiling and letting out a laugh he said, “sounds like an excellent idea. Go lock it up!”
Well, because he laughed about it, i decided to test how solid that answer really was. While i suspected he was being serious, i couldn’t quite tell. Maybe i could influence his decision and appeal to his sexual side to give me a different answer.
Maybe if i laid here another minute with my legs open to him, while moving one hand to squeeze my tit and moving the other hand southward toward my mound, while asking, “are you sure you don’t want to just say yes?” that i could be seductive enough to get a better answer.
He didn’t budge. He slapped his hand straight down onto my very swollen clit and said, “did I stutter?”
Ouchie!
“No Sir…. But….”
SLAP down onto my tender and wet clit again! “Then GO-LOCK-IT-UP-NOW! Before I deliver a punishment spanking!”
Ugh. Fine.
And i stood and went to get the chastity belt on. As I was putting it on, i talked to his pussy, “sorry girl. i wish I hadn’t opened my big mouth as you’d probably have gotten to have that big O you wanted.”
As crazy as it sounds, i felt her respond to my words by releasing some (pre-orgasm) juices and relaxing of my muscles. i couldn’t tell if she was mad or not.
With the the chastity belt sliding into its familiar place, i snapped the lock into its place too, and i walked out to the living room with the key in hand. Sir smiled at me and said, “You look wonderful. Now come sit beside me again and let’s finish watching this show together.”
And i did.
And we did.
As we watched the show, his arm was draped around my shoulders and his fingers came down to fondle, pinch, pull, and twist on my tits. He asked me, “do you think you can orgasm with this type of stimulation?”
i looked up into his eyes and said, “Unfortunately no Sir. While it is extremely arousing, i don’t think it would ever be enough to get me to orgasm.”
i saw a devious grin in return and he said, “GOOD!” And kept up the (extremely arousing) assault on my tits.
He casually said, “I was going to allow you to orgasm until you suggested that maybe you shouldn’t.”
i spoke honestly as i replied, “Even though i wanted to orgasm, i shouldn’t get everything i want just because i want it. Frustration and delayed gratification is good for me. It teaches me more appreciation for it when i do get it.”
i’m pretty sure he liked my answer, but he didn’t say much in response.
When the show was over he announced it was time for bed. And in a fatherly voice he said, “I feel you need to sleep in your belt to ensure you are a good girl tonight. You’ll sleep better and have a better day tomorrow without the stress of trying to keep your hands away from yourself because you aren’t allowed to masturbate or orgasm tonight.”
“Yes Sir.”
Now this morning when i greeted Sir, i asked him what he had planned for the day. He indicated he was going to play golf. As he said that, i decided to not ask to have the belt off as i suspected the answer would come back in the form of a question. That question being, “why?” to which, of course, i would have no good reason.
As he got ready to go we did talk about the belt though, where he confirmed what i expected he would say. He said he didn’t see any reason for it to come off whereby having it off would end in a good result (meaning…. He suspects … and he’s probably right! …. That if the belt were off, i would play with myself until i orgasmed.)
And with that, he grabbed up the keys and put them in his pocket.
As he started to head for the door, he grabbed my waist and pulled me in for a deep and passion filled kiss. He said, “try to be good while I’m gone.”
I thanked him, presumably for the kiss but i also intended it to be for the Dominance he is exerting over me. And i said, “it’s pretty hard to be BAD while in the belt Sir.”
“Exactly!” was his response.
Then i moved to the hall facing the doorway, intentionally making the last thing he saw of me being me naked, with the chastity belt locked in place, and said in a pouty sort of way, “go have fun playing with yourself while i am NOT playing with myself.”
“Oh I will most definitely!” and he was off.
Now i am here. Naked. In a chastity belt. i am not clear if he kept the keys with him or hid them in the house. But does it matter? NO. It does not.
i am sexually frustrated, in chastity, alone in my house…. And will find something else to do now.
Maybe tonight i will get to orgasm. Or maybe not. Maybe i will get the belt off. Or maybe not.
As i said before, the belt is incredibly effective and does not allow me access to myself, not painful and actually (overall) comfortable to have on. It isn’t fully 100% comfortable, which is probably a good thing as it is never then able to be forgotten about and always making me “aware” it is there. In reminding me it is there, i am reminded WHY it is there. Not because i am bad but because i am not being allowed to be bad. And Sir locked up what was important to him, to which i find comfort too.
And it is a privilege to have the belt off. One that I did not earn or receive today… and while i’d rather have it off and orgasm, i am ok with having it on and being denied that privilege today too.
i am locked up now for 12-hours already, and 24-more to go! If i thought 24-hours was a long time before, this will be 50% more than that!
David had to go out of town again for another one- night trip. Unlike the last one where he was gone from 7a to 7a, at just 24-hours total, this trip he’s to be gone from 7a to 5p, or 36-hours total.
But before i was locked in my chastity belt, he used the electricity dildo on me this morning before he left where i had 4-continuous orgasms and it was A-M-A-Z-I-N-G!
He had about 30-minutes before he had to leave and as he was preparing to do so, he grabbed up the new dildo and told me to “climb up on the (kitchen) island and spread your legs.”
So i did.
His tongue went straight to my clit as the dildo went straight inside me. OMG! And then the vib was turned on. And then the electricity part was turned on.
My eyes rolled back in my head and my head flipped back and i squeaked out the words, “may i please come Sir?”
And he said, “well, I suppose.” And he laughed. Always joking!
That was all the words i got out as the electricity caused my cunt to contract and then spasm over and over again. i couldn’t really quite tell where one orgasm ended and another started! i think it was 4, but may have been 5 or even 6! (Who knew electricity INSIDE was devine, but OUTSIDE just hurts! How is that even possible?)
Then he said it was time for me to get dressed for work.
He asked me if i was going to be a good girl while he was gone. i said i wasn’t too sure, because now that i had some … i wanted more! i am insatiable when it comes to orgasms!
That’s when i said rather sheepishly and unsure of why i was saying it, “Maybe i need to be locked in chastity while you are gone Sir.”
He said with some skepticism, “that may be difficult to do. You will be locked for about 36-hours. Can you handle that?”
“Sir, i think i don’t trust myself. This is probably what i need.”
“Ok, then that’s settled. Go lock her up and bring me the key!”
“Yes Sir. Thank you Sir.”
And that was that.
As the day progressed, we texted as we do. i told him about some of the blogs i have read about women in chastity. He was intrigued.
i told him about one blogger who has said if her Master isn’t using her cunt hole, it’s locked up. He has fucked her anally while she’s still in chastity (although he apparently didn’t like the restriction caused from the belt, and opted to take it off even for anal fucks thereafter too!)
i told my Sir about this and he was now seriously interested. i asked him if he would ever consider locking me up when not in use, and his response was, “depends on how good you are.” i wasn’t sure i wanted him to do this or not! i just wanted to know what he thought about it though too.
When i inquired further, we ultimately came to the joint agreement that “being out of the belt needs to be considered a privilege, and appreciated, and respected.” (And that i shouldn’t beg to be out of the belt either… as again… that’s a privilege to be earned!)
i told Sir, “i could get on board with that!” And he said, “GOOD!”
So it’s possible that Sir will start locking me up when i am not in use. And i will be thankful when i am let out too! i am intrigued by this, although admittedly i am unsure if i want this or not, but i will accept whatever Sir ultimately decides too.
While time will tell what we ultimately do here, i think this is so fucking sexy! i see being locked up, with my Sir holding the key, as one of the most submissive things i could ever do. Not allowing myself, or anyone else, to even physically touch, let alone sexually touch, what belongs solely to my Sir is so fucking hot to me!
As i walk in chastity, i feel the belt between my legs, around my waist, and moving with me. It’s like he is with me 25 (or 36!) consecutive hours, all the time, reminding me that this puss belongs to him … and him alone!
And now tonight i have been texting with him, where i learned he had a happy ending massage in his hotel room. He thought of me sitting, in chastity, in the corner watching. If i was a good girl, he’d let me touch one or both of them, but would not be allowed to orgasm … as i was to watch not (totally) participate, not to mention in chastity. When i asked him if he would have let me out of the belt he said, “nope! Not a chance!”
That was so fucking hot and i told him that too. i then said to him, “i now want to get out of this belt and ride a big dildo to orgasm all over it.”
And he said, “uh no! Remember, this is keeping you from yourself! You’ll sleep well tonight knowing how safe you are.”
Uh no, i won’t.
“i’m not sure if your denial (in refusing to tell me where the key is and not allow me out of the belt tonight) makes me happy or frustrated or both!” is what i actually said in the text.
He wrote, “Good!”
And he’s right. It is good!
My submission is deep. About as deep as i could possibly get, yet i yearn for more too!
As i sleep alone tonight, in nothing but my chastity belt, i could not be happier (and couldn’t be more desirous of an orgasm as well)!!
i am hopeful Sir will use me tomorrow night when he’s home, but if he chooses not to, i pray he continues to keep me locked up with the key hidden from me until he feels it appropriate to let me out.
Because….
Being out
is a privilege,
to be earned and respected!
(PS,,, i went looking for the key. i don’t need out, but wondered if i could find it too. i guess i was that curious. i didn’t find it. He didn’t hide it in any of the usual, expected places. i suspect i might’ve been disappointed if i had found it. It’s good to know i am truly at his discretion and he (literally) holds the key to ME … and my heart!)
My ass turned a brilliant color of red, hurt to sit, and the next day is STILL tender and bruising.
Yah. So. i knew it was coming. i took it like a champ, but it hurttttttt.
i didn’t know the exact time David’s plane would land back home. i only knew it was around 11a. So i started watching Life 360 for location updates around 10:30. i KNEW i HAD to be in position on time or it would be a double whammy. And i was NOT going there!
Life 360 showed his plane on the ground about 11:05. i watched as his little icon moved slowly, presumably as he walked throughthe airport. Once i knew he was on the road and headed home, i started to get ready.
We live about 30’ish minutes from the airport, so i knew the wait would be a test of itself. i went to our bedroom and fully undressed. i pulled the bed covers back. i got the paddle out of its drawer. i grabbed a pillow and set it midway down the bed. i climbed on the bed. i tucked the pillow under my hips, to raise my butt up in the air. i grabbed the paddle, and bent over at my waist. i placed the paddle on my lower back/ upper ass. i tucked my arms under my head. i laid my head on the bed.
And i waited.
And waited.
And i ALMOST fell asleep! Laying on the bed, without anything to do except wait and contemplate my (very) immediate future, caused me to get bored and drift off. Thankfully i did NOT actually fall asleep. i can’t imagine his response had he found me asleep! (Oh my!)
As soon as i heard the garage door open, my heart started racing.
Please Dear God allow me to accept this discipline with grace. Be with David as he delivers this discipline. Lead him in your will. Guide him to know when justice has been served, and without HIS remorse but instead my own.
And he walked in.
“Hello Sir.”
“Hello. I’m glad to see you in position. Are you ready?”
“No, i am not ready, but i know i need to accept this anyway.”
And he picked up the paddle from my lower back/upper butt, and i held my breathe expecting the first swat to land. Instead, it softly touched my bottom. He held it there for what felt like several minutes, but was in reality most likely only several seconds.
i heard, “do you understand why you are here?”
“Yes Sir. i got unnecessarily mad at you and defied your authority, which was disrespectful to you.”
SMACK!
Ouch! Man that hurt. Ok…. Breathe!
As he smacked my butt, my whole body moved forward toward the top of the bed. No warm up today!
Get back in position and relax your muscles. Accept this with grace! You knew it wasn’t going to be pleasant!
“Yes, you are correct.”
He held it against my bottom again. He spoke again, “And was there a better way?”
“Yea Sir. i should have just talked to you.”
Swat, (pause), swat, (pause), SWAT! (and a pause)
Ahhh crap this hurts! Get back in position and relax again!
He said nothing, but as my body moved with the intense smacks he delivered. He gave me enough time to reset and prepare for the next one. Each one was delivered with intensity and intention and purpose.
And we started another round. One. After. Another. i lost count. i tried hard to keep count, but Sir didn’t make me count aloud. Thankfully. As i found it took everything in me to accept each smack, in a respectful manner as i knew i needed to.
This hurt so bad. It is serving its purpose… to correct bad behavior!
After a few more, Sir held the paddle up against my ass again. He must have known i was (unintentionally) holding my breathe as each swat found its mark. This was a chance to recover and be prepared for more. i wasn’t sure if the pause was good or bad really!
After each one, Sir gave me about 5-seconds to reset and release my breathe. And smack!
And release, and Smack!
Then he held the paddle to my ass once again. He spoke again. “Have you learned anything today?”
“Yes Sir. i WON’T be doing this again.”
“Good!”
As he said that, i felt the paddle pull away from the seat of my bottom. As it did, i pulled in my breathe, gritted my teeth, and expected the next swat to make its mark.
But i felt nothing.
Could we be done?!
S-M-A-C-K!
Ouchie…. This was the worst one yet! Wow! This one was intense.
Maybe it was because i wasn’t able to anticipate it so well with the dramatic pause, but i swear Sir added more power to this one for sure!
Even before now, i knew they would get progressively worse too!
i felt several more too!
My resistance was lessening. i was resigning and relaxing into it. This is usually when i start to tear up and the water starts leaking out of my eyes. i felt a few more spanks collide with my ass and i could tell the tears were starting to form.
David knew i was resigned to accept it now. He knew i was feeling the remorse. He also knew how red my ass was already showing too.
He held the paddle against my ass again and asked me, “Do you have anything more to say?”
“Yes Sir. i am sorry.”
With that, he pulled the paddle back and i prepared for another. But it didn’t come.
Instead, he pulled my upper body up from the mattress and into a hug. He kissed my lips and said, “I love you and your submission. All is done.”
i hugged him right back. And i reciprocated my love for my Sir.
And he said, “let’s go enjoy lunch out and do some shopping.”
i didn’t know what shopping he had in mind, but i was feeling incredibly humble and wasn’t about to say a word about that. i said, “thank you Sir for loving me enough to lead and discipline me.”
i wore a cotton dress to lunch. i knew i needed the soft fabric against my burning bottom. The dress was lowwww cut and showed off my cleavage in a polite, but sexy way. i wore nothing underneath. In fact, besides my sandals, the only other thing i put on was my collar. The collar was to remind me who i am (and not earn a repeat visit to the Position any too soon!)
We went out to lunch.
The seat of my Sir’s truck felt like it was on fire. It was SO hot! Or maybe it was the heat radiating from my ass and trapped between the cotton dress and the leather seat that was causing the problem.
When we got to the restaurant, i requested a booth, where the cushioned bench would be so much better than the wood chairs. Sir laughed but agreed. All throughout lunch he made references to my “hot ass.” i knew he wasn’t making flirtatious comments either.
When we left there, we went to the sex toy shop, Adam & Eve. i had no idea his “shopping” would be for sex toys! He found a few things i would not have bought, mainly for cost! One thing he got was a new whipping tool. Not sure what to call it but i will have to find a way to describe it to you at some point, after it tears up my ass no doubt!
Another thing he found was a rabbit vibratory that had an electric shock function too. i have never owned any electric shock toys. Wasn’t sure if this would be good or bad! As Sir handed me the toys he said to go check out, and i did.
i have NO doubt the two cashiers noticed my low cut dress, my lack of a bra, and my collar. They spoke to me politely enough, but admittedly much of their conversation was directed to Sir. They explained that the electric shock function works “differently inside a body, compared to being on the outside. When you have this inside her, touch the button to start the electricity function. It will cause her muscles to contract where she will reach orgasm much quicker.”
He said, “good to know.” And he smiled at me. As he said this to them, i wondered, “will i get to orgasm or will he stop it just short?!”
After we paid, we came home.
He told me to get undressed and lay on the couch. He used the new electric toy on my needy pussy and he allowed me to orgasm… over and over again! That new electric shock delivered, just as the ladies said it would. i was in multiple orgasm, subspace heaven! i lost count for the second time in one day.
The day started on a humbling note and ended on a super high note. As i laid in bed going off to sleep, i felt really special and happy, despite my rear end still throbbing and showing signs of one continuous bruise. My badge of honor that i was pleased to accept!
That was all yesterday.
Today i was allowed to give Sir a blow job, where i got super horny. i so badly wanted to climb on his cock and ride it like nobody’s business, but he did not allow that. He stopped me from it, saying he knew i was thinking selfish (get an orgasm out of it) thoughts. He was not wrong!
And but a short few minutes later, he wanted to “try out the new whip toy.”
i knew i wasn’t in trouble, but i wasn’t thrilled to have my still-bruised-and-still-tender-bottom spanked. i didn’t complain though. Instead, i leaned over the side of the bed and spread my legs wide. He used this new tool to turn my ass a bright red! It stung as it collided with my ass. He didn’t spank me too long, but it was long enough too. i think Sir enjoyed it. i may be seeing more of this thing, that i’m not sure how to describe. Maybe i need to take a picture, post it, and ask you how to describe it or tell me it’s name!
This all made me SO wet! i don’t quite know why, but every time i am spanked my puss gets sopping sloppy wet. (Yesterday i was dripping down my own leg!)
But he did NOT touch me. NO orgasms today!
When he didn’t allow me to ride his cock, nor did he touch my pussy after he spanked my ass, i knew an orgasm was NOT in my immediate future so i went and put the chastity belt on for tonight. i needed to save me from myself! As i came out of the closet, Sir held his hand out and i placed the key in it. He smirked and said, “I like it!”
After he read in his book, he just now turned out the light and with a half laugh told me to “enjoy your frustration tonight.”
i pouted and said, “i don’t think i will Sir.”
He laughed and said, “I will!”
In a joking tone, i poked at him and said, “i think you rather seem to like having me frustrated Sir.”
And he responded back, “I definitely do!”
One of the worst spankings i have had to date and the first time to receive two in two days too, even though the second one was a bit of a maintenance type than a discipline type.
And i am frustrated tonight, but still proud of who i am. i am His submissive wife, and i have accepted all this with the grace i prayed for!
