Spanking Methods

Being in a relationship like ours has been a bit of a struggle. There has been quite a bit of chaos balancing everything to make sure that we still live our daily lives without the interference of our lifestyle. When we finally made the decision to live this lifestyle 24/7, things got much easier. Daddy gave me a set of rules to follow. He gives me chore lists everyday, and if I break any of those rules or do not complete one of the tasks he gives me–I am punished.

Sometimes a punishment is orgasm denial. Sometimes he makes me suck him until he cums in my mouth, then gives me nothing in return. Sometimes I’m not allowed to have a certain sweet that I want or do something fun that I wanted to do. But the most common punishment that Daddy uses is spanking.

Daddy is a very methodical spanker. He leaves me not knowing what to expect next. Sometimes he will let me know earlier in the day that I am going to be punished, and then he will make me wait all day anticipating my upcoming punishment. Other times he will get right to it.

When he gets right to it, the ritual is typically the same to some degree. He either bends me over the bed, bares my bottom, and then spanks me, or he will bare my bottom, take me over his knee, and then spank me. Sometimes with his hand. Sometimes with the hairbrush. Sometimes with the paddle. Sometimes with a wooden spoon. Sometimes with his belt. Sometimes with the meter stick. No matter which way he chooses, it is always hard, it’s always on my bare bottom, he always bruises me, and it always ends in tears.

He gives me chances to keep my hands out of the way, and if I try to block he will spank the backs of my thighs. Even that sometimes is not enough for me to keep my hands out of the way, so most of the time I end up having him hold my hands behind my back because I can’t keep my hands from trying to block the oncoming spanks.

Daddy will focus on one side at a time, making sure that the marks on my sit spots and cheeks will last and I will feel them the next day. After he is sure that both sides of my bottom are sufficiently punished, then he will focus on spanking my entire bottom at random.

After each spanking, Daddy pulls me into his arms and holds me close. He tells me that I’m such a good girl, and that he loves me so much. Sometimes, if I take my spanking like a good girl, he will even lay in bed and rub my bottom for me.

These methods may not be for everyone, but they work for Daddy and myself. I go to bed each night knowing that I am loved and cared for.

A Different Kind of Punishment

So yesterday was a rough day for me as a little. Daddy was very busy at work and wasn’t able to respond to my messages as often as he normally does. It had me in my feelings a little and caused me to act out. I was moody and irritable with Daddy all afternoon and evening. It started with very short responses to his messages. He told me multiple times to knock it off and drop the attitude. To which I responded that I would just talk to him when he got home because I was way too moody to be talking at the moment.

When Daddy got home, he could tell that I was still irritable. He pulled me into the bedroom and told me that he didn’t know what was going on with me, but it needed to end there and for me to go cook dinner. I said ‘okay’ and walked away. He called me back immediately and told me that I know better than to answer that way. He repeated himself about dinner, and I said ‘yes sir’ and went to the kitchen.

I cooked dinner. We ate. I cleaned up. I went to take a bath because I was still super moody. When I came back into the bedroom, Daddy was watching TV and playing a game on his phone. I crawled into bed and snuggled up close to him. He put his phone down and we watched TV until he started to fall asleep. Being the sensitive little that I am, I got emotional and rolled over because he was going to sleep anyway.

I got up about thirty minutes later to go to the bathroom, and when I came back I snuggled back up to Daddy and started to cry. He wrapped me in his arms and asked what was wrong. I told him that I just needed him, to which he told me that he was there and wasn’t going anywhere. I snuggled closer and my cries subsided. He then told me that I wasn’t going to get fucked if that is what I was wanting. Which made me emotional again. He said that he would be there and hold me, but after the way I had acted during the day–I didn’t deserve to be fucked. He asked if I agreed with him, which obviously I did. I knew he was right. No matter how badly I wanted to be fucked.

Shortly after, I fell asleep in his arms. This was the first time that Daddy has ever completely denied me sex as a punishment. It sucked. It sucked badly, and I hope that I never have to deal with that punishment again. I would rather have my bottom spanked hard, then be denied sex when I desperately need/want it.

I’m Dreaming of a…Red Bottom?

Wet dreams. We all have them from time to time. Sometimes we can remember every single detail about them while other times we only remember little pieces and moments. We wake up from the dream and hope that we can go back to sleep and pick up where we left off. Sometimes we can, sometimes we cannot. I woke up this morning so hot and bothered from a dream that I had, and now I am going to share it with you.
This dream is something that I have talked to Daddy about before, because I’ve had a similar dream before.

It was an ordinary day in our lives. Daddy was at work while I was home doing the chores he left for me, or I was out running errands. I had been messaging with Daddy all day to check in when I made it safely to where I was going or to let him know that certain tasks had been completed. Daddy loves when I check in with him throughout the day, and I have to let him know when I am safe after driving–it is one of my rules.

I cannot quite remember what happened, but I ended up breaking one of the rules. I told Daddy that I had broken the rule, and I told him how sorry I was and that it wouldn’t happen again. To which he responded, “you will be when I’m through with you.” My stomach was in knots for the rest of the day because I had no idea when or how Daddy planned to punish me for my wrongdoing.

As the day went on Daddy and I continued to message back and forth. I let him know when I made it back home safely, and he let me know that he would be done with work soon. I began prepping for dinner. When dinner was almost ready, Daddy sent me a message to let me know that he was on his way home, and he wanted me to be bent over the bed in nothing but a t-shirt waiting for him. The knots in my stomach tightened, and I got a tingling sensation between my thighs. I finished the last little bit of dinner, and then placed it into the oven to keep it warm.
I went into the bedroom and changed into one of Daddy’s t-shirts. I took my panties off and tossed them into the dirty clothes hamper. Then I waited.

When I heard Daddy pull up outside, I bent myself over the edge of the bed. The bottom of the t-shirt just barely covered the top half of my bottom, so I felt very exposed. I heard him put the key in the door and come inside. My heart was pounding through my chest in anticipation of what was going to happen. He must have stopped in the kitchen because it seemed like ten minutes or more before he finally came into our bedroom. I couldn’t see him, but I could feel his eyes on me. I knew he was staring at my bare bottom presented to him for punishment.

He took his time before addressing me. He removed his boots, took off his dirty work clothes, and he changed into something more comfortable. He stayed out of my line of sight the entire time, and I knew better than to move from the position. Finally, I felt his hand graze across my lower back. It sent chills down my spine.

“Tell me why you are being punished, baby girl,” he said.

“Be-because I broke a rule Daddy,” I said back.

“Yes you did,” he told me. “And breaking the rules has consequences,” he added as he flipped the back of the t-shirt up exposing my entire bottom. “You know that I love you, right?” He asked me.

“Yes sir,” I replied. Then I felt his hand come off of my back and land with a hard ‘slap’ on the right side of my bottom. It stung, but it wasn’t unbearable yet. He continued the spanks, focusing on one spot for several slaps before moving on to the next.

After a few minutes of constant spanking, I began to let out little whimpers and cries. I tried to keep my hands in front of me and to not interfere with my punishment, but it was becoming increasingly difficult with each spank. Daddy then started to work on my sit spots, delivering multiple slaps to each one in quick succession causing me to cry out and try to reach back and block the oncoming blows. He stopped for a moment and told me to put both of my hands behind my back. I did as I was told, and he wrapped his hand around both wrists, pinning me in place.

I finally submitted fully and gave in to my unavoidable fate. I couldn’t move to lessen the spanks, so I had to lay there and accept my punishment that I knew that I deserved. I cried and pleaded for Daddy to stop, promising that I would be good and not break the rule again. He stopped spanking and told me that he was going to make sure that I wouldn’t break the rule again. He let go of my wrists and walked away, but I didn’t move. I knew better than that.

Soon he was behind me again, and he took my wrists back in his hand. I couldn’t move from where I was. Not even a little bit because he was holding me in place. Then I felt Daddy rest something across my bottom that I dreaded, and I knew that I was going to be in tears very soon.

“I am very proud of you for taking your spanking like a big girl,” he told me. “But I want to make sure that you understand that breaking the rules is unacceptable. Those rules are to help you and protect you. Do you understand me?”

I sniffled, “Yes Daddy, I understand and I’m so sorry.”

“I know you are,” he said. “And you’re going to be very sorry when this is over.”

Then he raised his arm and the belt came crashing down across my bottom. I cried out at the sudden contact, and I tried to wiggle out of its reach but it was useless. Daddy had a tight grip on me, and I knew that it would be better if I just accepted my fate. The belt came down again and again. Each time followed by a cry. Tears were flowing down my cheeks as he continued to whip my naughty bottom.

I lost count at 13, but there were many spanks that followed it. Finally Daddy put the belt on the bed, but he didn’t let go of my wrists. I laid bent over trying to catch my breath while tears were streaming down my cheeks. I kept repeating how sorry I was and that I wouldn’t do it again.

Daddy finally pulled me into a standing position and pulled me into a hug. He patted my back and rubbed my hair telling me how proud he was of me for being a big girl and taking my spanking like I should. He told me that I was his good girl again, and that he loved me very much.

That’s what I remember about the wonderfully amazing dream that I had. I hope that you all enjoy it as much as I do. I am hoping that Daddy and I can make it a reality very soon.

A Little info about a Little Girl.

Hi there!

If you have somehow found your way onto my blog, then I want to welcome you! This blog is about something that I hold very dear to my heart. My relationship that I have with my husband, also known as Daddy. We have been married since February 28th, 2019. I moved four states away just to be with him! It has been a huge change for me, but overall I am adapting well and am happier than I have ever been before.

I got married straight out of high school to my high school sweetheart. I was seventeen, he was eighteen, and we were in love. We had been together for many years and decided that we wanted to tie the knot at an early age. Our marriage started out as a happy one. We were both starting college to further our careers, while also working on our relationship and discovering what we wanted out of life. When I was nineteen, I became interested in BDSM. I didn’t know anything about it, but I thought it was something I would like to learn about. I wanted to share this learning experience with my husband, and hopefully grow together in it.

At first he was skeptical about it, since he was unsure of what all it would consist of. After doing a lot of research and presenting him with many things that I thought could be of some help, he decided that we could give it a try. We learned a lot together, but the thing that was the most appealing to us both was the idea of domestic discipline. Having grown up in the South where this was very common, we decided that we wanted to add this to part of our daily lives.

It worked well for awhile, but he soon began to go overboard on some things. It got to a point where I couldn’t even spend money–that I helped earn–without his permission. I had to ask permission for everything, and if I didn’t–I was punished. The punishments that he gave me were not like a typical BDSM couple or even a domestic discipline couple. He began to treat me like a child. He would talk to me like a child, humiliate me like a child, and then spank me like a child. This went on for years.

Two months after our third anniversary, I found out that I was pregnant with our daughter. We both were so excited, and we couldn’t wait to begin this next step in our lives. While I was pregnant, the punishments subsided. I hoped that they would be forgotten completely, but shortly after our daughter was born they started back up. Only this time, they were even more severe. Not only would he do the things he had before, but then he also starting forcing me to have sex with him–threatening to punish me if I didn’t obey.

Being the natural submissive that I am, I did as I was told. I let him have his way with me and abuse me for two and a half years. I thought I was stuck with him. I thought that I’d never get out of the situation I was in, and I had decided that I deserved it. He told me that no one would ever love me like he did, and that I couldn’t find anyone better than him. Of course I believed him at the time.

I started turning to other things to help keep my mind off of the terrible life unfolding before me. I read a lot. I played video games online, which is where I met my hero. I became friends with two guys online. They were both from another state, but they were friends in real life also. I struggled with having a friendship with them without my husband finding out about it in fear of what would happen if he knew. We weren’t doing anything wrong. We were just friends, but I was able to grow comfortable enough with them to tell them about the situation that I was in. They both tried to convince me that I needed to get out of my marriage before he did something that could seriously hurt me.

It took me about six months of talking with them before I finally decided enough was enough. I got up the courage to tell him that I wanted a divorce. He laughed in my face, punished me, and then forced himself on me again. I laid in bed crying thinking that there was no way out of this horrible situation. Then I decided that I could lay there and continue to feel sorry for myself, or I could do something to change it. I got out of bed, packed a bag, and left. He wouldn’t let me take our daughter and told me the only way I’d get to keep her is if I stayed with him. No matter how much I wanted to have my daughter, I knew that I couldn’t stay there any longer.

I left. I went to my grandmother’s house where I stayed for a few weeks. Once my divorce was final, I decided to take a little vacation and come and visit my friends in Florida. What was meant to be a vacation, turned into the best thing to ever happen to me. I ended up moving to Florida shortly after, starting a career, and marrying my best friend.

Three months into our marriage and we have finally had a breakthrough in our relationship in terms of our BDSM lifestyle. We have chosen to live this life 24/7, rather than just in the bedroom. It has been a remarkable adventure, and everything I ever wanted in a marriage.

Daddy and I have grown as a couple and individually. He pushes me to be a better me. He supports me and takes care of me, and in return, I give him all of the love and support I can. The lifestyle we live works for us. It is everything we both never knew we were missing. I am beyond blessed, and I cannot wait to share my stories and experiences here with you all!

A Beautiful Beginning.

Daddy and I have been struggling with our relationship because of stress with other things. I lost my job last week which has caused some stress with money. I have been feeling unappreciated and neglected a lot recently. I felt too guilty to talk to him about it because I know it’s nothing personal, and I don’t want to come off as ungrateful or too needy—especially since he is working more to make up for me not working.
I joined this group one day last week, and it has made a HUGE difference in the way I look at things. I didn’t tell Daddy because I didn’t want him to think it was weird or that I was looking for something else. So 2 nights ago, we were laying in bed just talking about what’s been going on inside of each of our heads. I told him about the group hoping it wouldn’t upset him. The only person in our real life that knows about our relationship is his best friend—who also lives a similar lifestyle—but Daddy hates when I ask his friend for advice on things to do with our relationship since I’m still so new to all of this. He told me that it’s okay, and he kind of likes that I am in the group because he’d rather me go on here then talk to his friend about this stuff.
While we were talking about all of this stuff, I told him I wanted to possibly change some things in our relationship. I finally got the courage to tell him that I want to live this lifestyle 24/7, not just during intimate times. I told him that I wanted a set of rules to follow to give me more structure and that I wanted him to hold me accountable for everything consistently. We made a list of rules, and Daddy started giving me a chore list to take care of everyday while he is at work. He has also told me that I need to start going to the gym again without him having to tell me. I was doing great for awhile, but work got chaotic so I started slacking.
Yesterday was the first day of him working while I was at home with a chore list. I completed the list plus a little more because I had time. Then I laid down to take a nap and rest a bit. When I woke up it was 4 hours later, and I still had not made it to the gym. I text Daddy letting him know I was awake and to see if he knew around what time he’d be home so I could start dinner. He gave me his time frame and asked me how the gym was. I told him I didn’t go because I fell asleep on top of the awful sunburn that I have right now. He told me it irritated him because I told him I wouldn’t let the sunburn stop me from going. So I got up, got dressed, and went to the gym. When I got home, I got dinner started and in the oven just about the time Daddy was getting home. I followed him into the bedroom and he kissed me and told me he was proud of me for going to the gym like I said I would. I started touching him and then he spun me around where my back was pressed against him and told me to keep touching him and he started to touch me as well. He was whispering in my ear how much he loved me and how much of a good girl I am. Then he bent me over the bed and took me. *skip all of those details** then after I went to finish dinner. He came into the kitchen and noticed that I forgot to do something that he has asked me to do multiple times before.. I told him I forgot and that I was sorry. To which he responded “you will be.” 😏
This made my stomach flip like crazy! Because I’ve been trying so hard to get him to understand that I also want punishment spankings not just sexy ones. We ate dinner, I cleaned the kitchen, and then Daddy told me he wanted me to suck him until climax.. I started doing so, and lost my breath a bit and took a small break because of it. After I regained my composure he told me that I better not think I was done, and he wrapped my ponytail around his hand and guided me back to suck him. When he finished, I got up to get a drink of water. When I came back into the bedroom, he was sitting on the edge of the bed and told me to come to him. I sat my glass down on the bedside table and stood before him. This was our conversation:
Daddy: you know that I love you, right?
Me: yes sir. I love you too.
Daddy: there are going to be a lot of changes around here from now on. I don’t like that I had to repeat myself about you sucking me. I shouldn’t have to do that, should I?
Me: no sir.
Daddy: I also don’t like that I had to remind you to go to the gym or that I have told you multiple times to do certain things that you keep forgetting.
*He stood up and kissed me hard, then bent me over the bed*
I’m not going to have to repeat myself anymore, am I?
Me: no sir.
Daddy: *while baring me* put your hands behind your back and spread your legs more. Do not move or this will be worse.
**end of that—I’m sure you know what happens.**

After that was over he held me until I fell asleep, reminding me that I was his good girl and that he loved me so much.