The first of what I hope is many postings. My goal is to try and post to my blog on a daily basis to share who I am and my thoughts on Domestic Discipline. I began my journey into this lifestyle at the age of 15. While other girls were interested in boys and flirting, I was more attracted to boys older who wanted a girl that would obey them and be spanked when they didn't. I admit at such a young age it was a fine line to tread. I don't think anyone who has any experience in DD really understood what its power and gift really meant. I have many memories..one of which i will share...
It was the middle of winter with snow on the ground. Mike and I were at a party and I started being mouthy and ignoring all warnings from him. After a stern warning whispered in my ear, I chose to ignore it. Within 15 minutes I was leaving the party and we were headed back to his place. I was taken to the side of the house and made to find a switch from one of the bushes. My pants were pulled down and my bum was exposed to both the cold air and the fear that began to set in.
As he guided me to a retaining wall I was to hold my hands onto the wall as I bent over while he held a firm hand in the middle of the small of my back. After being scolded and explaining why this was happening, I was told I had to count each smack which would be 20. The tears began to flow as I pleaded with him in fear of the pain. My requests fell on deaf ears. The spanking began. The first sliced right under the bottom of my cheek. I screamed in anguish and my knees buckled. The real tears started to form as I was told to be quiet so the neighbors don't hear.
The next 4 smacks had me sobbing in pain clenching my fists in the snow. The mixture of the heat and the cold air was a confusing feeling. He did allow me to regroup after 5 smacks, which I begged him to stop and be good. Again he ignored my pleas.
The spanking continued and when all twenty smacks had been delivered I crumbled to my knees in extreme pain and throbbing; crying uncontrollably needing to be held and consoled promising to never disrespect him again.
The last part of the punishment was a complete surprise. I was made to sit on the snow covered wall for 3 minutes. The extreme cold made the burning and throbbing hurt even more.
When the punishment was over he carried me inside and took care of me as I drifted off to sleep in his arms.
Welcome to Domestic Discipline by Sweetcheeks. I wanted to share with other like minded adults who believe in living a life of Domestic Discipline in relationships.
Saturday, April 23, 2011
Friday, April 22, 2011
A few of my favorite phrases
This is a quote from a HOH that I think describes this lifestyle so beautifully....
How does an imperfect man guide and direct the object of his affection towards a better standard even after recognizing his own faults? He accepts his condition and realizes that his love for the woman is the most important ingredient in this beautiful dance called a relationship. I have spent my life coming to terms with who I am and what I want in relationships. After so many years of struggles in the past, I have found that happiness and peace do exist in the type of relationship that most of the world does not appreciate (you can probably relate). I am in a relationship that is truly special and is one of a kind. My love is a woman who is especially kind and giving and I am truly lucky to have her in my life. We are both spankos at heart and I use this to guide our lives together towards a better future. There is a great deal of our relationship that is vanilla and is quite normal. However, while some couples struggle over the leadership of their relationship, we have an understanding that I will protect and love her at all times and if necessary, pull her across my knee and spank her when she needs protection from herself. For me, I adore the beautiful submission of her will to me. She submits herself to my decision of when she will be spanked, and at times, punished. At the same time, it is my responsibility to always keep her best intentions clear and to act accordingly.
This phrase took me time to submit and accept, but I think those of us who are true to this lifestyle can agree.
"If I didn't follow through you wouldn't respect me."
How does an imperfect man guide and direct the object of his affection towards a better standard even after recognizing his own faults? He accepts his condition and realizes that his love for the woman is the most important ingredient in this beautiful dance called a relationship. I have spent my life coming to terms with who I am and what I want in relationships. After so many years of struggles in the past, I have found that happiness and peace do exist in the type of relationship that most of the world does not appreciate (you can probably relate). I am in a relationship that is truly special and is one of a kind. My love is a woman who is especially kind and giving and I am truly lucky to have her in my life. We are both spankos at heart and I use this to guide our lives together towards a better future. There is a great deal of our relationship that is vanilla and is quite normal. However, while some couples struggle over the leadership of their relationship, we have an understanding that I will protect and love her at all times and if necessary, pull her across my knee and spank her when she needs protection from herself. For me, I adore the beautiful submission of her will to me. She submits herself to my decision of when she will be spanked, and at times, punished. At the same time, it is my responsibility to always keep her best intentions clear and to act accordingly.
This phrase took me time to submit and accept, but I think those of us who are true to this lifestyle can agree.
"If I didn't follow through you wouldn't respect me."
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