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255 – All aboard… the emotional train wreck

If today is any indication of what the rest of the week holds, i am already SURE that this week will end up with me in trouble. And i will be shocked if i don’t end up being spanked. Hard.

What’s more is… a spanking may help ground me.

Despite knowing this will be where i end up, i don’t see any real way to head it off at the pass! i am now just accepting it for what it is.

It is what it is.

What the heck am i talking about? yea, well….

This week, on Wednesday, we are taking our only child (son) to college. And I am full of emotions…. happy, sad, stressful, weak, strong, bossy, organized, hanging on while letting go … i am being “that Mom” right now who can’t hold it together.

This morning i almost got into a fight with David… over toilet paper. Yeah, TP! i thought the toilet room had a run out, so i went to get more from the stash in the garage. On my way back David says, “there’s some in there.” i’m like, “No, just ran out.”

He jumps in front of me and goes to look. Yes, i missed it. There was a 4-pack in there. And i got irritated and said, “Were you just wanting to prove me wrong or what?”

Yea, that didn’t make him happy. He gave me a lecture about how i only want to submit when it’s convenient for me and that’s not how it’s supposed to work. The whole time he was talking i was thinking, “yea, right. Whatever.”

I was smart enough to NOT say that out loud, which saved my ass.

Later at work, i texted him saying, “i’d like to talk about this morning but i can’t find any way to say something that is respectful.”

He texted back, “I should’ve realized you are stressed this week, so much so that you are in your own world and oblivious to your surroundings.”

Well, that angered me too. i mean, it might’ve been true but i sure didn’t think so! But again, i was smart enough to not say anything.

That’s how my Monday morning and week started.

Wednesday will be tough. There are some positives to being an empty nester, namely our D/s dynamic will be easier.

Then Thursday will happen too. i have an initial meet and greet set up to meet a potential 2nd Dom. David knows and approves. He knows a lot about me already, including that i have a chastity belt. He told me to wear it to coffee. Not sure yet if i will. We will see what happens. One step at a time. This happened after David told me he wanted to learn to spank/discipline more effectively. i decided to see if i could make that happen and here we are with a potential match. Maybe that spanking that i think is inevitable will be delivered by this new Dom. Time will tell.

By Friday, i may be sad or flat out depressed without my son. i may be ecstatic with a potential new Dom. i may be exhausted from a draining week. All i know for sure is that this much chaos in one week usually adds up to be a recipe for disaster and usually leads to me running my mouth in a bad way which usually gets myself spanked.

So while i see a train wreck of emotions about to happen for me, and trouble on the other side, i don’t know how to change it. i don’t want to NOT feel emotions this week, but i don’t want to do it at my bottom’s expense either!

i hope i survive!

Hugs,

Marie

253 – Wait for it…..

On Saturday, David arrived back home. Because it was daylight hours, a weekend day, and we have a teen in our house, i knew nothing regarding discipline for my poor choices would happen. Not to say David couldn’t find a way to get he/i alone if he needed to, but it was easier to just wait.

As we were heading toward bed, i was starting to feel anxious and asked, “Sir, are you going to punish me?

He said, “I haven’t decided yet.” i see.

And we went to sleep.

i usually wake before him, and Sunday was no different. i fully expected that once he was awake that on morning, he would indeed spank me. i was ready to accept it.

When he woke up, i had decided i would make his coffee and have it ready for him. i had already been thinking i ought to start doing that as another way to serve (and submit to) him. He was impressed and loved it. i was glad he didn’t honk i was trying to just kiss his ass in an attempt to avoid punishment, as that really wasn’t my intent at all!

And then throughout the day, nothing any different than the day before. We went about our day, our son was in/out, and no spanking or other punishment at all. The longer the day went, the more anxious i became. i even asked a second time, to which i heard, “maybe I am making you think.”

He didn’t have to finish that sentence or thought outloud. i knew he meant it to say that NOT getting a spanking, yet anyway, is definitely part of his plan and his punishment. He was making me think about my actions, be in tune with him, be accepting of the punishment… even the patience to wait to receive it … if “it” was to be a thing at all!

Towards the end of the day, i relaxed into it and decided, “i guess punishment won’t happen after all.” And i couldn’t quite decide if i thought that was a good or a BAD thing!

David was watching a tv show in the living room that i had no interest in, so i went to our bedroom and turned on the tv there. We do that sometimes, without issue for anyone. After a bit, he came in to see me. He got up near the bed, and i thought, “oh here we go! Punishment time!”

Instead though, he came to me and took hold of the zipper to my shorts and pulled it down. His hand went into my pants, and i spread my legs to make room for his hand. Of course, he didn’t pull my shorts down, only the zipper, so there still wasn’t much room at all. So i decided to try to make it easier on him where i lifted my butt and started to pull my shorts off.

That’s when he said, “I didn’t say to take your pants off.”

“i was just trying to make it easier for you Sir.”

“If I needed help, or to make anything easy, I will let you know.”

Well, i wanted his full touch, so i smiled a sly, sexy smile, and kept pulling my shorts off. He didn’t like that answer. He said, “ok, well… you didn’t listen. So now I’m done.”

With that he pulled his hand out of my, 3/4ths of the way off my butt, shorts and he left the room. i was sorely disappointed. i debated “what to do now.”

i opted to wait. i didn’t even pull my shorts up for awhile. i just sat there and waited. At least until i had to go pee, which was about 20-minutes later. Afterward, i texted him from the bedroom to the living room (yep, one room away!) and i said, “you could come back now Sir.”

And he texted back, “And you could listen to me now too!”

Ugh, now he has TWO reasons to discipline me! NOT what i had wanted or intended at all!

So i texted back, “Very true.” What more was there to say really?

With my shorts (fully) on, about another hour later, he came back. It was such a veryyyyy long wait! And he repeated the process.

This time i didn’t help him at all. He tweaked my clit, teasing it til i begged to cum. He said, “Nope! You already did that!”

And he was done again and leftthe room again. Of course he did!

A few hours later, we went to sleep. Again. This time i was convinced, “ok, no spanking for me after all. Just a lot of anticipation and edging. Okay, i can deal with that.”

And that brought us to Monday morning. Work day. David works from home but i do not. So i was preparing to get ready for the day, and as i got out of the shower, David said, “it’s time.”

And like the dumb ass that i am, i was confused (because i thought it wasn’t now going to happen and had put it out of my mind). and said, “excuse me Sir?”

And i heard the words, “Assume The Position”

Oh geez. Here we go. Here i deceived myself to think it was NOT going to happen. i was in full cringe, dread, “don’t want it do this!” mode. But i did. i got into position in a hurry, as he was waiting on me to do so.

And he got the paddle out and started to spank. From the get go, it hurt. It stung pretty hard, and he wasn’t even smacking me any too hard. In fact, at one point he even commented to that fact. i knew he was right but i had also just gotten out of the shower, been out of practice (haven’t had many spankings at all in 2022), and wasn’t even in the right mindset. So of course, it hurt more than usual at this point too!

He swatted fast over and over. i didn’t have time to think or count. He asked, “do you know why we are here?”

i could barely talk as i was focused on staying still, accepting this with grace, and …. breathing without yelling out, all at the same time. So i didn’t respond any too quick, which wasn’t too good either.

i finally eked out the words, “because i didn’t listen to you… i orgasmed without permission and i took my shorts off… and i askedmultiple times when this would happen.”

And he smacked a few times extra hard then and said, “Correct!”

When he was done, i was grateful and was glad it was over. i sat up and he said, “don’t you want to thank me??”

“Yes Sir. Thank you Sir for caring and loving me enough to keep me in line and deliver punishment when i deserve it.”

“You are welcome. Now kiss me and let’s go have a good day.”

And that’s exactly what we did!

Sometime mid-morning he texted me, “butt still sore?” So i was still on his mind!

i responded with, “Not really Sir…. While a fast and hard spanking is effective, if you want it to last more long term, you’d have to repeat it say 3-5 minutes later, or maybe after a warm up, then give a few really hard swats too. i am not completely sure, but that’s what i think.”

He said, “Good to know.”

And that’s that! Next time may be different, time will tell. And I will have to wait for it!

Hugs,

Marie

227 – Party (and Maintenance) Friday

S-U-C-C-E-S-S! Our Christmas party was a grand success indeed.

Ultimately it was! Of course, not without some trouble during the day… naturally no day is ever really perfectly organized.

And today was no exception.

We started the day with a Maintenance Friday (MFer!) of grand proportions. David had promised it would be a more difficult maintenance spanking, and it was.

At first, David said he was too busy and maybe we wouldn’t have time for it. It didn’t take but a minute though for me to stress out about rather small things and for David to become completely aware that indeed a rather intense maintenance session was needed.

i was setting out all the alcohol for the event, and it was much. i felt compelled to organize it by type and was stressed about the exact place,ent of it. Thinking of it now seems rather silly actually, but in the moment, it was important to me.

As i was preparing for the party, i was doing so nude in an attempt to be completely exposed … and calm. When i am naked, i have no physical place to hide. Literally. And usually, it keeps my minds calm too. But…. Not on Friday morn.

As i was in a tizzy about the alcohol’s organization, David saw me and asked what i was doing. When I told him, he became rather perturbed. He said, “Maintenance is sorely needed! Go get on the bed now. I will be there when I’m good and ready!”

i kept organizing the alcohol though, and David grabbed up my hand, and looked at me square in the eye and said quite sternly, “Go get on the damn bed NOW!”

So i did.

He left me there for many long minutes. i said prayers as i waited. i asked God to make me calm, to bring David’s hand to help that too, and to let me relax and accept the spanking as i needed to.

And i did. i accepted it. In truth, i needed it. Spankings ground me. They bring me to THAT moment. i can’t mentally or physically be anywhere else. It causes all other stress, thoughts, angst to evaporate. i was actually rather happy to have it.

As he spanked my bottom quite red, in no time at all, he talked to me. He was saying things that required me to focus on his words rather than the intensity of the swats he was delivering.

He said things like, “is there any reason to stress about alcohol?”

And, “You will be calm today, won’t you?”

And, “Does it matter if the alcohol, or anything else, is not organized precisely?”

And, “you have co-workers who can read to find their own alcohol preferences, correct?”

And, “you’ll stop acting like a crazed woman now, won’t you?”

And, “if you do NOT calm yourself, I will bring you right back here tonight and spank your ass for all to hear, even during the party. Do you want that?”

And, “Do you believe that I’ll spank you for all your co-workers to hear?”

And finally, “will you be a more calm, better woman now?”

And with that response, my ass was stinging and bright red. Tears were forming, but not flowing.

He sat me upright, kissed my lips and said, “Now. Will you my good girl today?”

While many of the questions required a yes or a no, and i had to focus on the question at hand to answer properly while in the midst of each swat hitting my ass with extreme intentional intensity, the last question was clear and i answered just as clearly…..

“Yes Sir.”

With that, we continued to prepare for the party. After lunch, the tenuous started building again. David said, “it’s time. I can tell your stress is rising. And with that, you need to be reminded to be submissive. Go put the plug in now!”

So i did. It went in quick, but not without any pain. Sometimes it feels bigger than it is. And of course, of all days, this one it was feeling particularly large! So on top of my ass being turned red on the outside earlier, now it was about to be turned red on the inside too.

i was able to get comfortable with it in, but i knew the night would be long too. Thankfully, it was no time at all and we were off to the restaurant to pick up the food that we had ordered. As we drove, David intentionally went quickly over the speed bumps. When i mentioned how intense the plug felt he said, “that’s good. It will remind you to be submissive even more!”

When we got to the restaurant, the food was NOT ready. In fact, the restaurant seemed confused about the order at all. When David produced the emailed receipt and details of the order, they immediately set about getting the food started. But the timing of the party start time was looming large and the amount of food we needed, made me think we simply didn’t have time. People would be arriving and we wouldn’t even be home!

i said absolutely nothing. But David knows me well enough to know i was am absolute mess inside! With a plug inside and knowing i was to be submissive, i was trying desperately to keep myself in check.

At that moment, i was grateful for the plug! i decided to squeeze my anal muscles on the plug, and release immediately once again. I decided to do it over and again as a reminder to be calm, and to remain Submissive!

David looked at the restaurant staff and said, “she needs a drink.” And he proceeded to take charge of the order and me. He ordered a large, frozen strawberry margarita. When they sat it in front of me, he looked at me and said, “the food will be ready in about 20 minutes. We have plenty of time. We are here early for this express purpose. You need to trust me on this. And you also need to drink this drink in its entirety before we leave here.”

i said just two mere word. “Yes Sir.”

And i sat and drank. And let him be in charge.

Things ended up working out exactly like David said. We were back home in plenty of time. We enjoyed the party thoroughly.

My ass was filled for the duration of the party. i can’t lie, the alcohol did as much for my insides as the plug did. The alcohol allowed the plug to feel so much nicer too! Both the alcohol and the plug allowed me to be the best submissive wife all night long. i stood by David’s side, spoke with kindness, refused to be argumentative, and was calm.

As i climbed into our bed at the end of the night, he praised my ability to be calm. And submissive. Then David touched me sexually. He brought me to orgasm almost immediately. i relished in the feeling as it washed over me thoroughly.

As we turned out the lights he said, “I am sure this was a successful day. We need to do this exact thing every time in the future. Would you agree?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Good. Next party will be so much better now. Sleep well. I love you.”

“I love you too Sir.”

And the lights were turned off and we slept quite well.

See…. It turned out better than the last party! All in all…. an amazing day!

Hugs,

Marie

221 – Sharing me with his BFF – fiction

THIS IS LONG…. and i started to cut it down after I had it written down and realized just how long it became. But… i also like it as-is. So read as much, or little, as you like. i am ok with that. But if you do read to the end, leave me a comment so I know …. but also what you think of it too….. and without further ado.

This is a story that came to me as a result of a current nonfiction real life situation/story, but then i amped it up to the next level, making it go from no sexual nonfiction to sexual fiction….. in other words, the Best Parts are Fictional. But maybe… one day… it all might come to fruition too.

Here’s the part that’s nonfiction…..

My husband plays golf quite a bit. i play too, but not nearly as often as he. About 3-years ago now, he was playing golf with a member he was paired with, who’s name is also David. With a shared name and love of golf, they quickly became friends.

Over the years, we have gotten to know David fairly well. We’ve learned he doesn’t have a lot of friends, mainly because he has a lot of money. i have NO idea how much money he has but i know it’s a lot. The phrase about money opens doors is true, to an extent. At some point, the greed of some people starts to show itself and it’s hard to differentiate which people are genuine friends versus friends just to get to your money.

David was married. Recently he has gone through a divorce because his young model wife was arm candy, but she started finding nose candy just a little too appealing. When you have access to that much money, you start to believe you are invincible and when she started doing drugs she got caught. One too many times, in fact, where the last time David warned her “do it again and we are done.” And well, she refused counseling saying she could control herself and she didn’t. She did it again. And she was caught. David has now divorced her. Of course, she got a LOT of money in the process. Nowhere near even half, due to good lawyers and prenups, but absolutely enough to keep her well set for life if she were smart about it, but somehow I don’t think she will be, which is sad really.

This is where nonfiction ends and fiction begins……

David and David were playing golf Saturday morning where friend talked to Sir about how horny he was. Sir told him to pay for pussy, since we all know that would barely be a drop in his bucket. David told him he didn’t trust paid pussy to not give him some disease that no amount of money could cure.

That’s when Sir got the idea to loan me out. He knew it would be a perfect match for all if David would agree. David could get what he wanted, his cock deep inside a good pussy. Sir would get what he wanted, a good night’s sleep without being bugged about me orgasming. And I would get a second Sir, who could keep me in line while keeping my holes aligned too.

So throughout the rest of the round of golf, Sir talked to his friend more and more about our relationship. I’m not sure how much our friend really knew about our relationship before that day, but by the end, he knew a lot more for sure!

Upon arriving home, David told me what all he’d told his friend. While I was embarrassed and worried about what it would mean to have someone know who we really were and how we really operate, David assured me that this would be good for all of us.

He told me how David was pretty skeptical about it all and really wasn’t about to be the one to break up our long time marriage, so we were meeting David for drinks and dinner. I was to freely answer any and all questions that David posed, but to especially be honest.

And of course, Sir was hoping that by the end of our date night, I would go home with David our friend instead of David my husband. And that I’d service David’s cock properly and in the way he deserved. I may not be the model on the cover of the magazine like his former wife was, but I could make him happy too.

That night, David picked out my outfit. I wore a very low cut dress, the crotchless yoga pants, and boots. The only jewelry I wore was my wedding ring and my collar. The collar that is both function and fashion. The one that is locked and thick enough to be pulled where I will follow, but look like regular jewelry to anyone else too.

Sir made sure we arrived at the restaurant first. He asked for a booth where he told me to sit across from him. When our friend arrived, David greeted him and told him to sit next to me. And he did.

It started out innocently enough with ordering wine and food, chatting about everything and nothing. We finished off the first bottle quickly and David ordered another. As the dinner progressed and the small talk out of the way, Sir looked at me and smiled. Then looked at his friend and said, “Do you want to ask her anything about our relationship? Or anything about how she’s ready to go home with you, should you wish?”

Sir looked at me and said, “why don’t you put your hand on his thigh? Let him know how you feel while making the other restaurant patrons think he is your husband, not I.”

I said, “Yes Sir” and did as I was told.

Our friend David was just drunk enough that he didn’t stop anything from happening, but instead looked at my Sir and said, “you weren’t kidding about any of it, were you?”

Then he looked at me and asked, “are you okay with this?”

I smiled and said, “absolutely!”

He asked again, but slightly differently too, “So this damn fool over here,” he motioned toward my husband as he spoke, “He’s not making you do any of this, is he?”

I was still smiling as I said, “While I am a submissive slut wife, and I do obey my husband, I am still doing it of my own free will and mind. I enjoy making him happy, but I also enjoy making myself happy too. And being here with both of you, makes me happy.”

He asked more questions, “So David told me that you were the one who asked to submit to him. That you wanted a Dom to keep you in line. That he turns you over his knee when you are bad. Is that all true?”

I said, “yes… and no. Mostly yes. The part that’s not quite true is that I am NOT turned over his knee, but rather told to Assume The Position on my own accord. That position is naked, on the bed, ass held in the air with a pillow under my hips and wait to be spanked.”

He registered a smile but also shock. He said, “So you don’t deny you submit to him and you asked for it and you are punished when you don’t comply?”

“Nope!”

It was then that Sir cleared his throat with an obvious admonishment to me. Followed by him saying, “Nope?!? Is that a proper response?”

He obviously didn’t like how casual I was with my word selection. I looked at our friend and said, “I’m sorry Sir. I should not have said ‘nope’ but rather, ‘No Sir.”

My husband then looked at me and said, “much better. That’s a good girl.”

Our friend looked at me and back at my husband and said, “Where do I get one??”

My husband laughed and said, “well, they aren’t bought. That’s for sure. But lucky for you, if you want to borrow her, I will allow it. And she would love it too. Isn’t that right honey?”

I looked at Sir and then to our friend, as I gave his leg a squeeze I said, “Absolutely yes!”

David then added, “There would be a few rules she has to follow and I’d expect you to enforce too.”

Our friend asked, “Like?”

David said, “Like, she has to mind you. You have to put her in her place should she not behave properly. While she’s well trained, she doesn’t always stay within the lines. When she tries to go outside the lines, you have to be prepared to discipline her properly. Can you do that?”

He looked a bit confused and said, “I’m not sure I can. I’ve never hit a woman before in my life.”

That’s when I corrected him by saying, “it’s not hitting me when you are spanking me. There’s a profound difference. Spanking is on the bottom, the tits, or the pussy. It’s with controlled actions and intended to go far enough to correct the behavior, but not to cause any permanent bodily harm. I accept it willingly when it’s done this way. If I ever thought I was being abused or that either of you were doing it to cause me harm in your anger, I would never allow myself to stay in that position.”

Our friend responded with, “I’m not sure.”

That’s when I said, “I bet I could convince you this is a good thing for all of us.”

That’s when I took his hand and moved it up under my dress. He found my clit quickly and easily. It was dripping wet.

I said, “see? I’m turned on by all this. I’ve told David I need a second Dom for times when he’s busy, stressed, out of town, or wants a night to himself. This could be absolutely perfect for all of us.”

He looked at my Sir and said, “How can a man with his hand in your wife’s pussy, say no to that offer?”

And we raised our glasses to that and drank more.

Our friend did say he’d like to see how to discipline me first and my Sir said sure, he’d show him. Tonight. Right after dinner.

When dinner was complete, my David told our friend that we would all go to his house where I would be a model submissive wife and receive a discipline spanking as an example to our friend of what to do to keep me in line. Sir looked at me and asked, “are you ok with this? Do you accept this?”

I said, “Yes Sir. I know David needs to see it in action and I am willing to let him see.”

That’s when Sir told me to ride with our friend in his car to his house. That my Sir would follow behind in our car. Sir added, “be sure to lift your dress in the car and play with yourself for David to see you get yourself ready for him. But make no mistake, you are NOT allowed to orgasm!”

“Yes Sir.”

Our friend was shocked once again. He said, “Wait! What? You control her orgasms and she allows that too? When does she orgasm?”

Sir replied, “When I allow it. And if you become her second Sir, when you allow it too. Usually it’s when I’m deep inside her cunt, but it doesn’t have to be.”

“So she’s going to just sit in my car, play with her pussy, and NOT cum all because we told her to?”

I said, “Yes Sir. That’s right.”

He shook his head while he rolled it in the palm of his hand and said, “I had no idea this is how your marriage worked. I wish I’d known this when I was married. I would’ve had a much better time of it if I could’ve gotten her to listen to me just a little more than she did.”

I responded saying, “I did think she was a bit of a brat, and nowhere near appreciative of you or what you provided to her. But maybe now it will be your turn to be pleased and made happy, at least just a little bit.”

He said, “well, let’s go then!”

As we got into his car, I pulled my dress up and exposed my pussy. He asked if I’m always this available, and I said, “usually. Sir likes to have easy access and I like to keep him happy.”

I began touching myself and swirling my fingers around my clit. It wasn’t long and I was moaning with desire, pressing my fingers deep inside me. I wasn’t able to talk, and I was glad David wasn’t expecting me too. He seemed content to listen and watch me, while focusing on getting us to his house safely too.

When we arrived at his house, we all got out of the cars and started to walk up the stairs and inside when I heard Sir say, “Take your dress off.”

I did. Right then and there. I knew David did it only to prove another point to his friend. David wanted his friend to see just how submissive I am. He had me on display like a dog at the dog show… jump, sit, catch, roll over. I was performing my tricks for our friend, and it was a turn on to me! I wanted to make Sir proud, while showing off what a good submissive wife should look like.

Our friend was still in shock at all of this and David laughed. He said, “you like this, don’t you?”

To which our friend said, “hell yah! Who wouldn’t? I don’t want to buy or build one. I just want to share yours. You’ve already done all the hard work, now I’m going to get to enjoy the results!”

I jumped like a little girl, clapped my hands, and said, “oh goodie!”

Our friend laughed and said, “I love how your tits bounced when you did that. Do that again!”

And when I did, he was clearly made happy too. He looked at my Sir and said, “I sure as hell wish you’d shared her before now! I could’ve saved myself a lot of heartache and pain, not to mention money!”

Sir added to me, “get the paddle out of the car and bring it inside with you.”

David asked, “How is it you have a paddle in your car? Did you plan to come to my house and spank your wife tonight?”

Sir looked at him and then at me, where he asked me, “You care to tell him why I have a paddle in my car?”

That’s when I looked a little sheepish and said, “Sir figured out long ago that I tend to act my worst when we are out and about. I guess I had a bratty-like way that dared him to do to me while out and about in public. One day, he bought an extra paddle and said it would always stay in the glove compartment unless there was a need to bring it out and use it.”

“And once, I guess I didn’t really think he’d actually use it on me in public and I pressed his patience to the limit. He pulled it out and took me to the side of the building, where he made me stand with my hands on the wall, legs spread, and he delivered three very hard and swift swats. They made a point in a hurry. Absolutely no one saw because Sir did it so quickly it delivered the impact punch he was looking to achieve and we were done before anyone had a chance to even walk by. It stays in the glove compartment and until now, it’s never come out since then.”

With that Sir said, “let’s go inside and let me show you how to discipline her properly. Then you can use any hole you want, in any way you want, while I will then take my leave at that point and go home. You’ll have to bring her home when you are done with her, but it won’t matter if that’s sometime tomorrow too.”

After I retrieved the paddle, we went inside and I asked David, “where is the bedroom?”

He lead the way. When we got there, I was mostly undressed anyway, so I took off the rest of my clothes. I left only my collar on as it was locked. Sir grabbed up and pulled on my collar, while speaking to our friend he said, “this is useful to lock her in place against a bed post or similiar positioning if you need. Or you can mount her from the back, in either hole, and use it to pull back for leverage too. But it’s also classy enough, she wears it out and about, serving as a reminder of who she belongs to too. In other words, quite useful for you!”

He let go of my collar, slapped my ass once and said, “ok my love, time to Assume The Position.”

I climbed on the bed and placed a pillow under my hips, then I placed the paddle in the small of my back, and I finished off by put my face and shoulders on the bed. I said, “I am ready Sir. I willingly accept my punishment.”

Sir picked up the paddle and placed it firmly against my ass where I could feel it held there in place on purpose. He then asked me, “why are you here my love?”

I said, “To show our friend how to properly discipline me.”

He asked me, “Are you in trouble?”

“No Sir. This is just an example of what could happen if I were in trouble.”

“Good girl. Now do you accept this punishment?”

“Yes Sir. I do.”

That’s when Sir looked at his friend and said, “I always make sure she knows why she’s here and what she’s being punished for, it does no good to punish a sub if they don’t even know what they are here for.”

He continued, “and I always ask her if she accepts it too. Because I will never proceed if she doesn’t. Instead, if she’s not ready for it, I have her stand in the corner and think about her actions until she’s accepting. She has to be remorseful enough to accept the punishment willingly, plus it ensures you are not beating her but rather disciplining her.”

He returned to me and said, “I expect you to count and thank me as always.”

“Yes Sirrrrrr.” As I said “Sir” he delivered the first swat. It was with force and intention. He had no intention of giving me a warm up.

“One. Thank you Sir.”

Smack!

“Two. Thank you again Sir.”

Smack!

“Three. Thank you again Sir.”

It was then that he held the paddle against my bottom and asked me, “what color are you wife?”

“Green Sir.”

And he proceeded to explain our red light system to our friend David. Telling David that at any point that he’s unsure where I am at for pain, mental or physical, to simply stop and ask me my pain levels.

And he delivered 3 more swift and hard smacks to my ass. By the 6th one, my voice was cracking and I had tears in my eyes.

He once again held the paddle firmly against my ass and asked me my color. I said, “yellow Sir. Tears are in my eyes and I am starting to wish I wasn’t in this position.”

David looked at our friend and said, “if you are wanting to deliver a true disciplinary spanking, tears must fall. As much as it hurts you to have to do it, it is completely necessary for her to have full remorse wash over her. She should basically be begging for you to stop by the end of it and swearing to never be bad again, even though we all know she will!”

That’s when I felt the paddle release from my ass and as I anticipated the next swat, it did not fall. Instead, I heard Sir ask David, “would you like to give it a try now?”

David wasn’t too sure still but did agree. I felt the paddle come back into place against my ass and without preamble I felt it come away and return with a serious PUNCH to my ass.

He asked me, “how did that feel?”

I responded, “Seven Sir. Thank you Sir. You learned quickly Sir.”

My husband laughed aloud and said, “well done David! Deliver another five like that, and I expect we will see the tears we are looking for.”

Then Sir asked me, “wife, are you ok? Are you still accepting of this punishment spanking?”

I responded honestly, “yes Sir, I do accept this, but I won’t lie, I wish there was another way to teach David to do this too.”

Sir came up beside my face and kissed my cheek. He said, “it will be over soon, I promise. But I am seriously proud of you right now too. Accept the last bit here and you’ll be rewarded nicely.”

“Yes Sir. I’m ready Sir.”

With that, my husband said, “you heard the woman. Wail away and let’s hear the tears flow!”

S-M-A-C-K!

“Eight Sir. Thank you Sir.” My voice was cracking,

Just as quickly as the last….. S-M-A-C-K!

“Ninnneeee Sirrrrrr. Th-thank you Sir.”

I heard David say, “the tears are close. You can tell by the cracking of her voice. Keep going. Always let the ending be a reminder of why we are here. Add a bit more force to these last few and you’ll get the submissive wife we want!”

S-M-A-C-K!!!

“Tennnnn Sirrrrr. Thank-thank… you Sirrrr.” My words were slurring and I was grateful for the end to come near.

S-M-A-C-K!!!!

“Elevvvvvvennnn Sirrrr. Thank youuuuu Sirrr.” And the flood gates opened, my tears flowed.

David said, “ahh… here are the tears we were looking for. She needs a few more to reinforce it home and ensure she didn’t force the tears to flow prematurely in order to get to the end sooner. Make these last few be the hardest yet.”

“Wife, I told you he would give you five, but you need a few more still. So let the tears flow over you while you take three more hard, solid, spanks more.”

“Yesssss (sob) Sir.”

He said to David, “Now deliver three in a row so quickly she can’t even answer you. Make sure they count, you are intentional, and she feels each and every one of them all.”

And with that, I felt the rain of three more swats so hard that my ass was on fire and burning from the pain. My make up was smeared from the tears and I was sobbing. But it was over.

I uttered the words, “Thank you Sirs. I am sorry for my misbehavior. I will endeavor to be a better submissive wife in the future now too.”

My Sir came to me. He grabbed me up at the arm pits, lifting the top half of upright where I was kneeling on the bed. He wrapped his arms around me in a bear hug while I was on the bed still.

He said, “all is forgiven my love. You are a good girl. You are a good submissive wife.” And we sat hugging like that for a couple of minutes while I calmed myself and regained my composure.

When the tears stopped, David let go of me and asked me, “How was that?”

I said, “effective Sir. David learned quickly. He will make a good Dom.”

He then asked me, “Do you want to stay with him tonight?”

“Yes Sir, if he will have me.”

TO BE CONTINUED….

216 – Change…. Is a happening.

Change. A single word that tends to cause a lot of people a lot of strife. i try hard to embrace it. A friend once told me to substitute the words “process improvement” for the word “change,” BECAUSE no one ever makes a “change” for the worse only for the better! Sometimes there are unintentional negative consequences when change occurs, but it’s never the goal either.

Well…. In the space of (basically) a week, i’ve had a lot of process improvement with great results!

When i receive comments on a particular post (or two), i tend to re-read the actual post as well. i especially do this when the original post is a bit older, like some of my original stuff 2-3 years ago now. But on occasion, i reread the newer stuff too. That’s usually when i find typos and correct them, or i add links to sites or posts, but i try NOT to amend or adjust the original content i made as it was how i thought or felt at the time of the post. And it makes for interesting reflections for me now too, to see the journey and plot twists along the way.

So when KDPierre posted a comment to me on my post that i made JUST ONE WEEK AGO, where i declared myself a sex addict in need of rehab (and chastity), i decided to reread the entire post again. i read the desperation now that i felt then. Now i have a renewed (detoxed!) presence of mind that i did not possess then. The only things I knew then were:

1) i want to orgasm REALLY badly,

2) i was (almost) wiling to do anything to get it,

3) that i was struggling to be submissive, yet desperately wanted to be,

4) wanted to still be a pleasing submissive wife to my Dominant Sir.

i was aware enough to know i needed to lock my sex out of my control to help me remain compliant, as i detoxed out of my selfish masturbating ways.

Now ….. just 7-days later, i realize just how far i’ve come in my sex-detox process in such a few short days, as we are STILL in NO-orgasm-VEMBER.

Change. Sometimes it is quick and sometimes it is not. Overall, i’d say this change has been quick. Not saying i am all the way there, but absolutely in a better place today over where i was last week too! (Wondering already what next week’s improvement will look like!)

While i’d love to orgasm still, i no longer want to move mountains to get it. i no longer think i have to have it. And i especially don’t think i have to have it RIGHT NOW! Instead, my focus has shifted away from me and onto my Sir. While admittedly, my focus should have been on him all along, somewhere along the way it became less about him and rather more about me, at least as it relates to sex and sexual pleasure. And until this orgasm control denial started and i experienced that extreme withdrawal, i didn’t even realize it!

What i realize now is just how badly NO-vember was needed! BEFORE NO-vember started, when i asked to suck his cock, i had ulterior motives. i was doing it because i wanted to get him hard, ride his cock, and get to my own orgasmic pleasure. While all of my actions got him to a happy ending also, my motives were really rather selfish in that i was doing it for me and justifying it in the process by telling myself it was making him happy.

Last night, however, we were laying in bed watching tv. Specifically we were watching college football. Absolutely nothing sexual or porn-like, when i asked him if i could suck his cock. i genuinely wanted to feel his cock getting hard in my mouth but really for no selfish reason at all. If he was wanting it, i wanted to get him off to really give him the sexual pleasure and release he deserves.

He was skeptical. He looked at me and said, “you aren’t going to be allowed to ride my cock. And you can’t get the orgasm that it seems you are after. So if you want to do this just to get what you want, it’s not going to happen!”

It became apparent to me then that he also has thought i have been selfish in my sexual actions. But last night, i genuinely did NOT want to orgasm (okay, i did, but it was NOT my driving motivation! ) but rather to get him to a happy place and for me to service him the way he deserved too.

i realized that he hasn’t been able to have sex with me this entire No-vember because he didn’t think i had enough self control to be penetrated without orgasming in the process. Sadly, a week ago, he was dead on accurate. Now though, while i can’t say how long i’d successfully hold out without having to ask him to stop or pull out, i could do it.

He allowed me to suck his cock while he watched football. i told him before it started to “tell me when you want me to stop or you orgasm, whichever comes first.”

He said ok and i positioned myself between his legs and began to suck him hard. i played tongue twirling games, then changed up the pattern, and used my hands along with my mouth a bit too. That’s when he grabbed the back of my head and pressed himself deep in my mouth, and then started pulling my hair to lift me back off again. He started to fuck my mouth up and down and faster and faster.

When we were done, he told me to show him my pussy. He wanted to see just how wet it was.

i responded with, “Yes Sir” and did as he told me to.

i already knew i was dripping wet, and when his fingers touched me and found how slick i was he smiled and commented about it. As he began to fondle my clit, he looked me in the eye and asked me, “and how much further can you go before you ask to orgasm??”

He had me stand there and he played with me until i begged him to “stop now Sir, or else i will go over the edge and orgasm.” To which he did stop.

When i started to get in bed on my side, he said, “how did that feel?”

i spoke truth when my response was, “simply amazing Sir! i hope you feel the same. My ultimate hope is that you can eventually feel as if you can use my holes to your pleasure without thinking i can’t control my orgasms enough too.”

He smiled and said, “I can see that you are getting there now, as you pleasured me tonight without you becoming so needy to get your own orgasm in the process. But let’s not tempt you beyond your limits either. You probably need to be locked up tonight, don’t you think?”

While i was proud of what i was able to accomplish…. Focus on HIM and NOT on me!!! ….. i was already thinking about how far can i test myself without it being just too much too!

So i said, “i have to agree Sir.” And i went and voluntarily locked myself up for a cozy night with Glory in her place and the keys were handed to my Sir.

All this to say ….. detox hasn’t been easy, but it is happening. My process is improving. My focus is becoming redirected away from me and onto David. This denial has been good. While I didn’t want to have to sleep in a chastity belt to keep myself from touching myself.. again…. this week of night time lock up has been good.

i won’t lie, i would orgasm today if he’d allow me to. But i also accept that it will not be allowed either. i hope that even when i am allowed to, that it is followed up with times of not being allowed to again also.

i don’t want to end up back where i was. i know this change, or process improvement, is good in the end. And it needs to remain in place.

When KD Pierre posted his comment, i saw he has a blog spot of his own, and i read some of his posts and specifically the one he mentioned in his post to me from December 2020. It’s there that he talked about the benefits of orgasm control/denial. That you never lose the desire to O, but when it’s controlled by another, you learn to appreciate it that much more. You learn how to be attentive to the one you serve and to be an even-better submissive. T-H-I-S is so true for me!

i need to maintain my focus on my Sir and his pleasure, respect the rules, and be grateful for the O’s that are given instead of pouting and/or becoming resentful of the ones i think i should be entitled to… after all, as i also wrote about just yesterday….. the O is a gift to be thankful for!

Hugs,

Marie