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.