Saturday

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.