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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 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!