Spanking Debs

Spankings - MY way of LIFE!

2012-01-28T04:39:00.000-06:00

God, so much has gone on since my last blog update! When I logged in tonight I was almost sure I'd find that it'd been well over a month since my last one... but it's only been a couple of weeks!

Jeeeeeez.... I guess I just don't realize how active I really am... Sometimes I think I'm the luckiest girl in the world... other times?????????? OUCH!! ^^^

Not so much. :-X

So many things... I can't remember everything so I'll start with what the most recent of events was! ... Daddy and I had a couple of girls come out to do some shoots with us for the site... (as soon as I get the video edited I'll post a clip of it... I'm a terrible procrastinator! Ugh!)

But I got whipped... and I do mean WHIPPED by a girl on film for the first time! I swear... I don't know what it is about women as Tops, but they don't PLAY! I mean DAYUM!

It's a pretty cool video... her name is Brooke... she was actually doing Daddy a favor.... I sorta kinda maybe just a little bit have a teensy weensy jealousy problem ... :-/

I totally trust Daddy.. it's just all my insecurities cuz of my past and the rejection of my real father... I dunno, I acted like a child and publicly defied Daddy on fetlife... all cuz I thought he was ignoring me.. funny thing is, while I was throwing my little hissy fit tantrum.... he was writing me a really sweet letter about how much he loved me and cared about me.... (doh.)

Sooooooooo......... that's why I was grounded for another whole month from fetlife (pout) .... all of this happened late Friday night, and the girls were both crashing at my place... So since Daddy wasn't there, he asked Brooke to do the deed... and boy did she EVER! Jeeeeeeeeez!

But I learned my lesson and she was really sweet about it afterwards. I kinda dig gettin' spanked by chicks, I must admit... and Brooke was definitely up there on the favorites list! .... but nobody's better than my Daddy. :-) (I may be a little biased). ;-)

So anyway, the next day, I had to go to work ... had to be there by around 3PM... So I was texting a friend of mine about what had happened the night before... about my jealousy issues.. about my spanking from one of the girls, etc.... And you will not BELIEVE what I freaking did.

I don't even think I've told Daddy about this, actually! I forgot! I guess I wanted to erase it from my memory cuz it was so horrifying!!!!!

The text said something along the lines of:

"Yeah, Daddy said I was being jealous. I didn't really think I was at first, but I guess I probably was outta line... so one of the girls whipped the shit out of me for it. Ought to make a pretty hot video, anyway."

K... so, knowing the background info of the models coming in (the girls)... Daddy (my scene Daddy, not some pimp), and the fact that I'm a spanko who makes videos.... that text doesn't sound too bad, right?

So now imagine you're a very vanilla individual.... read the text again...

Go on! Read it! ^^^^^

Yep. Makes me sound like I'm a pimped out hooker and one of the other hooker girls spanked me good for being a bad girl - great setup for hard core porno, eh? (groan)....

Y'all ready for the WORST part, though?

Guess who I sent the text to?

Was it the intended recipient? Nope.

Was it my Daddy? Nope.

What about my parents? Nah.

It was my freaking BOSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

O.
M.
G.

I had already sent the text part of the message to him..... and had uploaded one of the pictures in this post to send him... and RIGHT before I sent the IMAGE..... I realized who the feck I was texting!!!! I was HORRIFIED!!!! HORRIFIED!!!!!!!!!!!!

I nearly stroked out!

I just wrote another text to my boss (wtf was I supposed to say????) ... so I said:

"Omg, J, I'm SO sorry... texted the wrong person... I'm so embarrassed.. please just delete it!"

His reply?

"No problem. I understand."

He UNDERSTANDS????????????????? WTF!?

Then a few minutes later (as I'm completely fecking freaking out to my friend who the message was INTENDED for....) I get another message in from the boss:

"You live a very colorful life, my friend."

JUST. SHOOT. ME. NOW.

That's all I could think. HORRIFIED!!!

My reply?

"lol....................yeah."

That's all I could come up with!!!! And I was headed in to work the next hour to work a full forty hour weekend with him!!!!!! I wanted to crawl into a hole and just wither away into dust I tell ya....

But I had to face the music and get my ass to work (which, btw, I was 20 minutes late for) oops.. I honestly don't know how Daddy keeps up with me!!!! ....

Well, the ending to that little story isn't too bad... it was awkward the first couple of hours, but eventually we were able to break the ice and laugh about it... He said something like, "I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw that text! I didn't know you could use words like that!"

(Great job putting it off on the cuss words, there, boss man....)

But I was grateful.... I just forced a laugh along with him.... "Yeah, sorry about that again.... it REALLY wasn't as bad as it sounded....................."

Fuck knows what the man thinks of me now!

Ironically, that same day was my annual evaluation day.......... and I got raving reviews and the highest possible raise percentage................ So maybe I'll keep my job after all...

Jeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeezuzzzzzzzzzzzzz.............

Just another day in the Saga that is the life of DEBS!

Ok, for serious.... I'm not EVEN trying to be funny here....

But just look at that picture of me! I took it TODAY. It's current, it's the way I look.... and it just GLOWS with innocence, does it not? >>>

I'm not by any means CLAIMING innocence, mind you.... but ...

Yeah, I don't know how Daddy beats the living shit out of me so often lol.... I really don't...

(Yeah, I fully realize that sounded like a big fat hairy conceited comment, but I swear to you I'm the furthest thing from stuck up as you can get!!!!!)

I'm just................ sayin. :-)

Right, final topic of the day... future spankings in Debs' ongoing saga. I know, shocking as hell! (rolls my eyes at myself) ... Besides the *little girl* type spanking I've got coming .... <side note - I'm sorta seeing someone - but he lives 5 million light years away from me - of course! - so Daddy's been playing 'surrogate spanker' for him......, which is where the little girl spanking is coming from... something about being sassy! (gasp!) ... I know! Me? Sassy?????> I guess he thought so, cuz not ONLY did he make me stick a bar of SOAP in my mouth (YUCKKK!) >>>>>

(I still maintain there's a glow of innocence... it's not the camera flash, I assure you.)

..... he ALSO asked Daddy to put me over his knee and give me 200 swats with his hand over my jeans and then stick me in a corner for thirty minutes... THIRTY FREAKING MINUTES!!!! .... I begged Daddy to try and get out of that one..... which didn't go so well, as you can probably imagine.. Here's Daddy's loving response to my pleas:

When a friend asks me to do something for him, I do exactly what he requests and I do it as well as I can. You will get 200 licks to the seat of your jeans while you are over my knee. As soon as the spanking ends, you will be marched straight to the corner where you will be required to lower your jeans and your panties, lock your fingers behind your neck, stick your nose in the corner and then stand there for a full half hour.... That's the way it's going to be young lady.... If I hear one more word about it, I'll make it for a full hour....

I believe that was followed with a swift 'Yes, Sir!' ..... Oy.

Anyway, besides that one, I've also managed to get my ass in serious imminent danger. (sigh)..... yet again... Daddy and I have been working on this project - actually I should say we've been TALKING about starting this project - for what seems like AGES..... (It involves breaking down our rules, day by day, even hour by hour, what the expectations are, punishments, etc.... it's an attempt to try and learn me in the ways of 'structure and responsibility' - mind boggling ....

But me, being the championship procrastinator of all time that I am .... haven't really gotten my part done... But I was DETERMINED to get it done yesterday! So much so that I PROMISED my Daddy that I'd have it done by midnight Friday night. And I really, truly did have every intention of completing it! ... I packed up my laptop, went to Starbucks for a change of scenery, got me a coffee with entirely too much caffeine in it, and I was rarin' to go!

About four hours later................

I realized all I'd done was update my iphone, texted my new boy toy from afar, talked on the phone, played on a pervy site (NOT the one I'm grounded from, for the record!), and finished a Quad Venti Skinny Vanilla Latte..... and they were closing up shop.

10PM.

Nothing done on the project... so I RUSHHHHHHHHHHHHH home (30 mins away - I live in the buttcrack of BFE now just so ya know...) and by the time I get the dogs taken care of, the cat fed, myself in PJs, a few more texts sent and received, it is now 11:30PM. I lay down in bed with my laptop DETERMINED to get this project done! ...... Yeah, it's a half hour to deadline, but I thought for SURE I could get this done! I mean, I've been thinking about everything that was going into the project for AGES, so what could it take to get it all written down real quick?

Well, two seconds later, I get a text from Daddy (WHO, btw, now only lives about 10 minutes away from me............................) asking me about my progress.....

"I'm working on it, Daddy, I promise!"

"Good! I'll be there in 10 minutes to make sure."

CRAP!

This wasn't good at ALL.... I'm scrambling trying to throw something together as fast as I can (meanwhile, new boy interest TOTALLY abandons ship, says "Good luck, good night"... (fart head!) :-) ... and within what seemed like MILLIseconds, in comes Daddy.

Caught red handed.

House a mess.

A very displeased looking daddy.

A very 'deer in the headlights' look from babygirl......

And I'll just wrap this entirely and hugely too long post with a few email exchanges we had this evening....:

Idon't want to upset you or cause you to worry all weekend.... But, to be fair, I need to tell you something. I've spent a lot oftime today thinking about last night and what I found when I arrivedat your house. I've thought about what you had told me you were goingto be doing and have done - and how little you had actually done. Ihave made up my mind that I'm going to wear you out. I really don'thave any option. If I didn't do it, I wouldn't be doing my job. I'dbe letting you down... and I won't do that to you.. :-(

Ilove you babygirl

ButDaddy that's just not true! I got a WHOLE lot done this week!

Ican show you everything I marked off my to do list!

I justdidn't get it written down like I said I would. I don't wanna badspankin daddeeeeeeeeeeeee :-(

I'msorry babygirl. You knew what was expected of you the otherday.... and you told me you were going to do it. And then, for somereason, you elected to do other things... and kept putting it offtill the 11th hour. You knew better.... and you knew you had donewrong. I could tell by the look in your eye.... IfI hadn't come over there, I wouldn't have known. You would have beenable to fanagle your way through it.... You hadyour chance and you blew it. I'm sorry, butt I'm going to tear yourbutt up for it. You are going to learn to do what you say you aregoing to do and what we agree you are going to do... it's goingto be a bad spanking...

YesSir I understand. :-(

Iwon't use the hairbrush on you.... No wood at all..... I'm thinking it's going to be a switching.... and a bad onetoo :-(

AwwwwwwDaddeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

Youknew what was expected of you.... You'll get into your PJs and thenreport straight to me and hand me the switches I'll be using.... I'mgoing to have you standing and bent over something .... like my highstool... I jerk the pj's down to your ankles and then teach youyour lesson.... :-(

DadddyyyyyyyyyyyyyI wasn't THAT bad was I? :-(

Yes,because I caught you. I took you by suprise .... You thought youcould get away with it.... well, you didn't.... Icaught you...I'm really sorry..... You knew you were in forit.... I saw the look in your eye when I caught you.....

Iknow it Daddy. I just get distracted... I don't mean to justblatantly not do what I say I'm gonna do.. I'm just easily distractedand a big time procrastinator. i'm sorry Daddy. :-(

Iknow it, princess, and it doesn't make me love you any less. We justneed to get that behavior punished ...... and move on. I'll make sure you learn your lesson babygirl.... :-(

Iknow you will daddy.....

I love you for it too.

I'mgoing to have to go to bed sweetheart..... I love you sooooomuch. Don't you worry or be thinking about that next weekmess.... we'll get through it just fine...

Ilove you....

So there you have it! My fate is sealed. No idea when any of this is gonna happen.... but it appears fairly imminent.... But I'm gonna go ahead and take Daddy's advice and try not to think about how agonizingly painful next week is going to be for me........................ O_0

And to close, I would like to introduce you all to my newest family member, Christopher, who I believe just told me to "Quit fucking around on the computer and go to bed, bitch. You're interrupting my sleep." :-)

Ain't he beautiful? :-)

I love y'all and I'll keep you posted; you know I will!

Hugs!

<3

Hairbrush Hell

2012-01-13T02:00:00.000-06:00

The title of this post couldn't describe the situation any clearer....

Holy effing HELL!

I mean, Daddy's dun BROUGHT it before................. but NEVER like THIS!

Look at it this way:

I sent Niko a picture of the 'damage' and HE was even impressed! That's pretty phenomenally bad! lol

But I did have it coming... I'm just glad it's OVER. Jeeez. The dread was HORRID.

Not quite as horrid as that hairbrush, though.

I don't know where Daddy found that fu$%&#%$er, but whoever built it should be whipped with it mercilessly! OMG! It's AWFUL!

I mean, I'll even admit that I can be an iron ass at times.....................

But THIS mofo?? Oh HELL naw.

I was reduced to a sobbing little girl by the very first swat! ... it really was kinda sad lol...

It didn't stop Daddy though. :-(

And if the spanking wasn't bad enough..................................... (Pictures speak louder than words sometimes) :-[

I'm really glad he followed through with everything, crazy as that sounds....

Hell, I was talking to a vanilla friend of mine today who knows I'm into 'kinky stuff'... and more specifically spanking - I've even shown him a picture or two lol... it's fun to see how it shocks the hell out of him...

I think the last text I got from him was something like, 'Damn, girl, you are CRAZY!' ....

I guess us kinksters are kinda crazy in a way. :-) But I wouldn't have it any other way!

(Except that my ass is KILLING me right now!) ... and something tells me I'm'a be out of commission for a couple of weeks anyway... Daddy told me it'd be the worst spanking he'd ever given me...

That didn't worry me, though, cuz I've heard that from him plenty times before! .... THIS time, though? Heh. He wasn't lying. He wasn't even CLOSE to lying.

It was, by far and wide... the worst. :-(

Pure punishment. Nothing else. Just punishment.

And that's never a fun experience.....

The video is actually like 30 minutes long... but (if you ask me) it doesn't feel like it at all.. It's super packed full of spanks and screams and hollers and relentless punishment... all to include my Daddy's infamous 'scolding voice' .... enough to make a girl buckle at the knees....

Here's a preview to it...

Get it at C4S or SL from the links to the side >>>

Or go to my site, www.FirmDiscipline.com to get the video for discounted pricing.

Hope you guys enjoy the pictures and preview!

Love y'all !

(Daddy said I'm aready in trouble again for not having a case on my cell phone, but I think he needs to lighten up! sheesh! :-P)

Feeling much, much better

2012-01-07T23:19:00.000-06:00

...I'm not so sure I'm happy about that <the feeling better bit> ... cuz now reality strikes (quite literally) again...:-(

Daddy said it best I suppose... I just got 'completely out of hand' ... Maybe it was the holidays, maybe it was just stress in general, but after a streak of pretty decent behavior, I guess I kind of lost control and my behavior (admittedly) hasn't been the best in the world. :-<

I'm grounded from FetLife for a month (if anybody was wondering why I haven't replied to any messages or posts or friend requests...) I'll be allowed back on there in February.

Plus, we sat down & actually wrote out a game plan in what we call a Rules Book. It clearly defines each of the rules and their respective punishments if broken.

It's kind of like a complete overhaul to my life. Don't get me wrong - it's absolutely something I desire.. and I'm very fortunate to have a Daddy who's willing to lay down the law and help me better my life through disciplining me. I know it's a lot of work for him, too, and contrary to popular belief, he really doesn't enjoy harshly punishing me. Nobody enjoys hurting someone they love.

I can understand that and I appreciate and love him all the more for the effort and commitment he's putting into my life and my well being.

Having said that....................

We've also created a Punishment Book (or Log) .. and I've already got my first entry.... or entries I guess... It's embarrassing but I'm gonna share it here. I really feel badly about the way I've been acting and I genuinely hope this punishment session helps me to stop and think before I act in the future. I have a very compulsive personality and one that demands 'instant gratification'. But I'm a grown woman and it's time to grow up. I need to learn to control those impulses and until I can do so ....

I guess I'll be treated the way

I've been acting --- like a child.

Gawd, I'm really ashamed to have to post this... but here's the entry:

Y'all be thinking of me on Wednesday.........

Spared the Rod?

2012-01-03T18:30:00.001-06:00

It looks as though it's true!

I was, indeed, prepared to face my bottom's ultimate doom this week as my last blog update indicated rather clearly ....... O_0

But apparently someone had something else in mind for me this week!

I'm all laid up in the bed... Sick as a dawg... Fever - chills - cough - congestion - sniffles - sneezles - bodyaches - headaches....

Not to mention the fact that standing up elicits a response from my chest that resembles something like that of a barking sea lion... :-/

I got the funk. :-(

(so I've been spared!)

For now...... :-X

Maybe Daddy will have a change of heart and realize his precious babygirl has been suitably punished and I'll be spoiled ---- errrrr ---- *spared* that is >>> indefinitely!..... :D

Hey, anything's possible! :-X

A Brand New Year

2012-01-02T14:24:00.000-06:00

I LOVE January 2nd!!!!

Yeah, yeah, I know, I know! I'm a Grinch... big times...

But I can't deny it... this is my number one favorite day of the year... ESPECIALLY on years my boy is off with his father all through the holidays...

It's just so good to have it all over with and behind us. The only part that sucks is the fact that most of us are all broke and feel like we have zero to show for it lol.....

And on top of all of that, Daddy has promised me that he has plans to get super strict on me this year.... I guess we're gonna get started off on the right foot, then....

Cuz ummmm........... in my case ... the beginning of 2012 is gonna end up rather painful..... (ahem) again....

Not sure if any of you saw my latest spanking, Destruction and Lies, but it was one hell of a hairbrush paddling. Dear sweet Jesus in HEAVEN!

This thing is absolutely horrid.... HORRID!

Do you hear me??? HORRID!

You'd think a spanking like that would deter me from even LOOKING in the wrong direction....

But I didn't even have a chance to change my behavior before I got caught in another lie! :-/

It wasn't an outright lie.... not like ... straight to his face - absolutely untrue statement said directly to him.

Not really.......

I don't think..........

I told 'em I lost some of my prescription pills..... which isn't enTIREly untrue.... I just maybe kinda sorta omitted the part about (cough) .... forgetting to get them filled... :-X

But I hadn't experienced that brush when I told him that! :'-(

I GENUINELY, seriously, absolutely, TRUTHFULLY don't want to face that damn thing again. It's the most horrible implement EVERRRRRRRRRRRRR.........

Omigawddddddddddddddddddddddd ...

It's not like my tummy isn't already in like a gazillion knots.......

.....but then Daddy just called.... and chewed me a brand new ass !!!! - and this was just over the phone!

Psha.

I didn't even know the meaning of 'tummy in knots' ten minutes ago....

I'M SCREWED!

IdunnowhudI'm'adooooooooooo. :'-(

He told me to get some stuff done around the house and take care of some things before he called me back in a couple hours........... so I better get off the computer and do that.

i don't need ANY more room for getting-in-trouble-ness.

Like I said, he told me things were gonna get strict around here...

And sweet Gawd.

He wasn't kiddn'.... :-{

I'm skeeerd.

No.....

I mean....... really...... :-(

It's late....

2011-12-27T05:15:00.000-06:00

I shouldn't be still up at this hour.... (almost 530 AM to be exact) :-X

But I just wanted to pop in and make a quick post ... it's been too long..

I've had a quite eventful last several months... some happiness, some stress, some heartache...

But I'm slowly but surely doing my best to put the pieces back together.

It's been an incredibly difficult holiday for me. My son gone for two weeks with his Daddy, MY Daddy gone for a week visiting in-laws... the rest of my family and friends all away and doing their own thing for the holidays....

(This is a picture from the latest video I uploaded - preview is at the end of this blog post - ... but i thought it fit in pretty well with my pity party theme I got goin' on! lol... Sometimes ya just gotta cry, ya know?) :-)

And lucky me! I got to work all through Thanksgiving, Christmas, and will work New Year's this coming weekend.................

But I suppose that's a good thing. Kept my mind distracted.

I'll be posting videos here and there when I can (you wouldn't BELIEVE the time it takes to edit, crop, change sizes, write descriptions, choose prices, send emails, and upload just a single video to all of these sites!) ..... just sayin!

But there's a couple new ones up already and a few more to come..

I just didn't want you all to think I was neglecting my wonderful spanko people. I love you all very much and appreciate your support and following me!

I'm in for a major spanking in the very near future.... but I'll have to tell y'all all about that at another (very soon) time...

I surely don't need to be getting into any more trouble than I already am!

I'm meeting up with the lovely Amber Grey this Friday... it's been so long since we've had a chance to really talk and I'm SO excited!

Oh, and I signed up for BBW in Atlantic City! (Not sure if Daddy knows that yet or not.....) :-/

But I guess he does now!

I hope with all of my heart that he gets to come with me.

Anyway, bed time for me. I love you all and will write more very soon!

xoxo

oh YEAH! And y'all simply MUST check out Mr. Richard Windsor's blog where he posted an AWESOME Christmas radio show that he does annually! ... He was kind enough to invite me to submit a voice recording into the show and I was so flattered! Go check it out here! Totally great stuff. :-)

And here's the preview to the latest video uploaded..... :-)

It's a 17 minute video... get it on C4S or SL for 19.99 or go to my site, FirmDiscipline, to get it a bit cheaper .... I hope y'all enjoy it! I sure didn't! (at least not while it was happening!) :-/

Daddy done good................. lemme juz tell ya... O_0 ....

Love y'all!

Night night! :-) <3

Accountability & Consequences

2011-11-22T08:30:00.001-06:00

Been a crazy month .... Life happens, ya know? You just have to pick up the pieces & move on.

Unfortunately for some of us spankos, that means we are forced to face certain things that may have been postponed or overlooked during life's inevitable bouts of hiatus...

This situation is very personal so I won't be sharing specific details about it.. what really matters more than the reason, though, is the seriousness of the situation..

And whether or not it's something I desire, it needs to be addressed. I couldn't stand to let this one slide... Even if just for my *own* sanity...

Luckily, I'm blessed with one of the best Daddies a girl could ever wish for... who loves me enough to remain true to his word & lay down a firm hand when it's called for...

Which is why I received this email from Daddy this morning...

Babygirl,

At the first of September, you and I had some in-depth discussions about a personal matter you had been wrestling with for many months. When you first mentioned what you wanted to do, I was very surprised. When you kept bringing it up, I became highly concerned.

Realizing how important it was to you and not completely understanding the situation, I spent a lot of time educating myself on the subject and then discussing it with you in great detail. I considered your arguments and expressed my concerns. When I sensed we were nearing an impasse, I reluctantly relented and compromised with you.

I told you that by giving in I was placing a great deal of trust in you and went on to explain that if I was making a mistake, it could haunt me for the rest of my life. After you promised me that it would never happen, I placed my trust in you and we made a deal.

Over the next few months, your conduct provided me with peace of mind and I was comfortable that I had made the right decision. I was very pleased with the arrangement and extremely proud of you for your mature and responsible handling of the matter and the manner in which you were honoring our agreement.

I can't even begin to describe my disappointment in you and how badly my feelings were hurt when I learned that you had betrayed my trust and broken our agreement. I found myself dealing with a flood of strong emotions such as anger, sadness and desperation.

I have come to realize that my anger and disappointment is based upon your blatant violation of my trust and your disrespect for me and my authority over you.

In lieu of punishing you then and there, I elected to give it some time and consideration as I watched and monitored how you would deal with the situation.

Based upon my observances during the past few weeks, I recognize that I made a mistake by not immediately punishing you. It has become obvious to me that I need to punish you severely and demonstrate to you just how offended I am by your initial conduct and betrayal of my trust.

I want you to report to me tomorrow to receive the punishment you have earned. I have decided that a lengthy session of my razor strap being applied to your bare bottom and the backs of your thighs would be appropriate for your betrayal of my trust. Further, you can expect to spend some time over my knee as I use the hairbrush to drive my point home as we discuss the underlying issue and its dangers.

I'm sorry it has come to this babygirl. I love you far too much to let you get away with what you did. You're going to learn the hard way that I take me agreements with you very seriously. I hope tomorrow when you find yourself kneeling in the corner, crying your eyes out and nursing your well-blistered backside you will fully understand just how seriously I take my agreements with you.

Daddy

2011-11-06T10:38:00.001-06:00

Daddy's belt... the imagery is so yummyis it not? … that thick, worn leather, staring threateningly atyou, buckled securely over his jeans... then the sound of himgrabbing the buckle, loosening it, and OH-so-deliciouslysliding the belt right through the loops, ending finally into thatterrifying, yet somehow titillating doubled over loop.

You know you're in for it now. Justseeing him standing there gripping that loop, a stern look in his eyemakes a girl feel weak at the knees. You add in a stern lecture (thatmy Daddy's so famous for) and hell, there ain't a hope for thisgirl!

Yummy!

Right?

Well, the idea certainly is...

The reality, though? ................

Sometimes ain't so much fun. ;-) … There are, of course,exceptions to the rule... :-)

I knew I had it coming this past week...the infractions weren't some of the worst... more “misdemeanors”of the spanko world I reckon... I'd gone on an unapproved shoppingspree and (shocking, I know) lost my cell phone...

I was at the mall with Ron and Daddy'swife... we were having a nice little outing together while Daddy hada double root canal (YUCK!) … anyway, as we were leaving the storewhere I went ahead and splurged (on THE cutest boots ever known tomankind!!!) on my little shopping spree. :-) …

Errr... I got distracted there... whatwas I saying? Oh yes.... just after we left the store, suddenly Ron'sphone rings...

“Oh REALLY?” he says almostcynically... “I'll be sure and let her know...”

That didn't sound toogood...............

Long story short, Daddy was done at thedentist, ready to be picked up... he tried calling his other half,but since (so she claims!) ;-) she doesn't have reception in themall, it went straight to voicemail.... next best thing? He calls hisbabygirl's phone... who answers? MALL SECURITY!!!

Yep, I'd lost my damn phone and one ofthe VERY few times Daddy actually called my phone (we usually emailor text), the damn security officers have it!!!!!!!!!!!

Sweet Jayzuz... It's just the life ofDebs!

Anyway, so I knew I was in for at leasta 'reminder'..... it wasn't all that serious... so Daddy let mechoose the implement... which brings me back to the introduction ofthis post....

The belt... yum yum yum.... right? :-)

It sure SOUNDED like a good idea,anyway!

Til it started landing FURIOUSLY on mybottom and thighs!!!! After Daddy made me stand in the corner, ofcourse, (insert pouty face here) for a long, little girl typelecture...

I asked for a belt spanking and that'sexactly what I got! I think the message was received

loudand clear...................

(you can't deny the cuteness of the boots though!!!)

Here's a preview to the video... it'spretty damn hot if I do say so myself. B-)

(Now that the pain is over and we cango back to the yummy part). :-) (few more pics)....

I do lead a very fortunate life, I mustsay... I've got an amazing Daddy who I'm so incredibly proud of...he's anything and everything any spanko girl could ever want in aDaddy... I love him with all of my heart and know the feeling isreciprocated – even when punishment is deemed necessary.... which,admittedly, seems to be more often than not... :-/

Still, it's a need that's beingfulfilled and I'm so grateful for it.

What happened the next couple of daysis a whole different roller coaster.... And has left me quitebattered and bruised! … not from Daddy, though... and not fromRon... Nope, this one was from a chick....

I'll have to fill you in more on allthe gory details later, as I'm at work... but here's a previewpicture so you can get the jist! ….

Atonement

2011-10-27T03:26:00.000-05:00

Ya know, it's funny.... Any writer will tell ya... if you're not 'feelin' it.. and you're not in the mood to write - it just ain't gonna happen... Sure, you might be able to force it down on paper... but you'll finish up and then almost always end up hating what you've written. It's frustrating as hell when I get that way and I know it's time to update my blog!

I've tried for the past couple of nights to get into it and update y'all on everything... but every time, I'd sit down and draw a complete blank! ... I'm sorta feelin' in the groove again tonight, though, so we'll see how this goes! I was just posting on fetlife to a thread talking about rituals... I got into writing and didn't even realize that's what my answer was gonna turn into! But I did like the outcome. I guess I was just in a 'writing mood'.

I'll share that here first:

The rituals are what it's all about .. I'm so lucky to have Daddy. He's amazing. He never falls short on preparing and delivering the most amazing lectures...

I revert so quickly to a little girl... all he has to do is point to the stairwell and I know I'm in for it. The stairwell leads up to "my bedroom" at his house.. Walking up those steps is sometimes the scariest part of the whole ordeal...

Sometimes he lets me sit up there on the bed and wait for him.. He's left me as long as nearly an hour before... I tell ya what - that waiting time can be excruciating... especially when the ivory hairbrush is left out on the chair for me to view... or worse, the old Razor Strap or Lochgelly... It makes everything tingle just thinking about it.

Sometimes he'll follow me up the steps after ordering me up there, swatting me on the ass all the way up... That seems to be the times when he's really upset with me.

I remember once, we were on the way home from eating or something... and I accidentally slipped up and told on myself when talking about buying some sunglasses... or he found a tag in my shirt... something like that happened... anyway, it was for lying... he's not real fond of lies.

So he actually pulled the jeep over on the drive back to his house and I watched in awe as he cut a long, supple SWITCH! Oh my God! I seriously nearly choked! He jumped back in and threw the switch in the back of the jeep and started driving home... we were about 15 minutes out still....

Of course I'm begging and pleading... "Please not the switch, Daddy, I'm SORRY! I promise I'll never lie to you again! I HATTTTTTTTTTTTE getting the switch.. you KNOW that, Daddy!".... Annnnnd of course, it fell on deaf ears... All I got in return was something like, "Nope, you brought this on yourself. Prepare yourself, young lady. You go STRAIGHT up to your room just as SOON as we get home."

I knew that begging and pleading would only worsen my case, so I just crossed my arms and looked out the window, pouting the rest of the way home... Occasionally I'd let out a little whimper or whine... but he wasn't gonna hear it.. I think I was even in tears by the time we pulled into the garage....

Now, I gotta be honest here - I wasn't ENTIRELY sure if he was serious... this was a ways back... kinda early on in our relationship... so I didn't know if he'd honestly follow through... Welp, I found out real quick that when Daddy says I'm gettin' a spankin', by-god it's happenin'!.....

He YANKED me out of the jeep by nothing but my ear!! ... Then he grabbed my arm and DRAGGED me, kicking and screaming and begging and pleading, all the way upstairs....

He wasted NO time... He bent me RIGHT over the back of that couch, RIPPED my pants and panties down, and started WAILING on me with that switch!

O-MI-GOD!

It was CRAZY ouch! It felt like a thousand bees had just been released from a hive with like, ZILCH honey!... and lemme just tell ya - these wuz some pissed off bees!

I kicked and squirmed and cried out and said I was sorry over and over and over and he just continued punishing me, reminding me how he was NEVER going to allow lying in ANY form WHATsoever in his household, EVER!

FINALLY, it was over. My face was swollen, red, and wet - tears still streaming down my cheeks; my hands were grasping and furiously rubbing my freshly switched bottom and thighs.... I stuck a lip out and ran over to the bed face down, crying into my pillow...

It was nothing short of perfection... everything, I swear .... went exactly how I just described. That's how our relationship is... it's as real as it gets. There's none of this fake stuff goin' on with us. We play sometimes, I suppose, but the REAL stuff... that's the GOOD stuff.... That's what we're all about. And we are wired so incredibly identically it's almost scary!

He came over to where I was still crying into the pillow and his tone softened dramatically... he ran his fingers through my hair and reminded me of how much he loved me and that he was sorry he was forced to do that... and that he hoped he'd never have to do such a thing again....

Eventually I stopped crying and eased my way back up to a very tender upright sitting position. He wiped away the final tears before gently lifting my chin with his hand, forcing me to look into his eyes...

"I love you, babygirl."
I melted...
"I love you, Daddy."

...And we embraced in a warm, loving hug...I knew all was forgiven and that I had a clean slate.. And that's how it always is with Daddy. It's always perfect. It's always... beautiful.

----------------------------------------------------

It's true... what Daddy and I have is simply amazing... The chemistry we have is out of this world... My boyfriend, Ron will attest to it... he's told us several times that watching us together is amazing... It's like we were given the exact same strand of genetic spanko code or somethin'

I don't know why, and I honestly don't even *need* to know why...
I just know it's wonderful and I am *so* unbelievably grateful to have
him in my life and I love and cherish him with all of my heart...

Now. For the part you're all probably wondering about... That punishment I was facing last time I wrote..... well, yep, you guessed it... it happened! ...

And it happened just exactly the way Daddy described it would. It was an unbelievable scene. It was intense, it was emotional.... but most of all- it was cleansing.

It all started out as a punishment that I'd most definitely earned... but it turned into something completely different... we both knew from the beginning what this was about - and it definitely wasn't punishment for irresponsibility. No, this was about something - or I should say some - "things" much deeper than that.

I have (like most people do) some persistent demons... skeletons in my closet - ones that I refuse to work out and release their burden off of me... they're very personal things of my past... some my fault - others, not... regardless.... they, for years, have held heavy on my heart... and forgiving myself was simply out of the question...

So when I was laid across that spanking bench awaiting the first lash of that strap, we both cringed in anticipation. Daddy had a job to do - and he wasn't gonna fall short on me... not this time - not when I needed him to hold strong more than ever before. He was gonna punish me like he'd never punished me before. He agreed to do it... under one condition: I finally, *finally* forgive myself.

I agreed to the terms...

I'm not even sure if words can adequately describe the scene to you. It was so incredibly emotionally charged. So much pain and anguish came pouring out of me that night... I cried so very hard. I used the physical pain to trigger the release of the emotional pain.... and he allowed me that opportunity.

He loves me so much... and one reason I know that is true is because he *was* willing to whip me as long and as hard as he did...

I know he was ready to stop long before the first drop of blood was drawn. But that's what he'd promised me and that's what I wanted... that's what I needed.

Whip me til you see the first drop of blood. Then it's over. Then I let those demons go. Those were the terms. We both held up our ends of the bargain...

To say I felt close to my Daddy that night... well, that'd be the understatement of the century... I was able to let go of all inhibitions and truly cleanse myself... from the inside out....

It wasn't an easy process for either one of us... but it most certainly was a healing one.

He's such a precious man.

I do love him dearly and want only to see him happy and fulfilled. I am so grateful that my boyfriend and Daddy's wife allow us to have the relationship we do...

It truly is amazing. We both benefit so much from it and are some of the luckiest and blessed people alive. I try my hardest to not take anything I have for granted.

I'm still sitting pretty tenderly this week... the session went on for well over an hour if you consider the time spent talking and the additional (cough) mouthsoaping (cough) I earned myself at the end. :-[

(Well, I *did* say I was cleansed from the inside out!) .... Ain't it interesting how that damn ivory brush always seems to follow me around everywhere we go!

And would you believe Daddy pulled me into the other room and blistered my ass AGAIN after the mouth soaping!? ... I gotta admit, my mouth CAN be a bit on the..errr... (sailor comes to mind) side.....

Anyway, we did film the entire scene... and I'm in the middle of editing it.. This one's gonna be epic when I'm done with it.
I'll try to have it finished and ready to go by the weekend...

I'm such a lucky girl. What Daddy and I have together....

It's just simply magical.

Facing Punishment

2011-10-19T13:28:00.000-05:00

At least when I'm due to be punished, Daddy is very clear and concise about how things are going to happen.... there are rarely any surprises. That can be a blessing *and* and curse.... He does, indeed successfully get me terrified before the day... Sometimes I wonder why he does that..

I can only imagine that he's adding to the punishment through anticipation. Well, it's certainly working. I can't stand the thought of waiting any longer to see him, yet I'm sick to my stomach about what has to happen that night.. which just so happens to be tomorrow night...

Thursday 10/20/11 --> D Day

Thought y'all might want to see the latest letter I received:

Babygirl,

The punishment you are going to receive from me is going to be very difficult for both of us. It will be far more intense and lengthy than anything we have ever been through before. Because of that, I need to make you aware of what to expect and what will be required of you before, during and after the whipping.

First, I will expect you to present yourself on time for punishment. The punishment will be delivered in the large upstairs room.

Even though they provide more protection than thinner clothing, I will permit you to wear jeans over a single pair of panties and keep them up during the early phase of the whipping. Please know however that after the first phase, the remainder of the thrashing will be applied to your bare bottom and the backs of your upper thighs. When I'm ready for you to do so, I will ask you one time and one time only to bare your bottom and thighs. When I do so, without any delay, you will remove all clothing from your waist to the tops of your knees.

If you follow my rules and comply with my instructions, I will only be using the new razor strap, the heavy tawse and the dragon cane.

I will make provisions in case you fail to follow all of my rules and promptly comply with my instructions. I'm going to place the spanking chair in the center of the room with the ivory hairbrush on its seat. Each and every time you break one of my rules or fail to follow my instructions, I will suspend your adult whipping and spank you like a child. I will place you over my left knee, clamp your legs down with my right leg, and wrap my arm tightly around your waist. I will then inform you why you are being spanked. I will use the ivory hairbrush will full force and give you fifty blistering licks with it on the lower part of your bottom and your upper thighs. Once that process is completed, you will be released and we will continue your adult whipping from where we left off.

I will be using the heavy wooden table as a whipping bench. It will be placed to provide me with ample clear swinging space for delivery of over the shoulder lashes and strokes. Two pillows will be provided. They are to be placed under your tummy so as to elevate your bottom. As always, you will not be restrained. You may grasp the sides of the table or its legs. If you do desire, you will be permitted to clutch your teddy bear or an extra pillow.

Your hands will not be used to block my lashes or provide comfort to your bottom and thighs until I announce your punishment is complete. If you fail to follow this rule, I will ask you one time to come into compliance. In the event you fail to promptly do so, I will suspend the adult whipping and take you to the chair to be spanked like a child.

You will remain on the table and over the pillows at all times until I announce your whipping is complete. You will promptly elevate and thrust your bottom upwards for receipt of all lashes and strokes if and when ordered to do so. You will be permitted to buck, twist and roll your bottom from side to side. However, when ordered to do so, you will promptly return to the starting position. Failure to comply will result in the suspension of the whipping while you are taken back to the chair for another spanking with the hairbrush, as many times as are necessary.

As I will be laying the strokes and lashes on with full strength and velocity, you will be permitted to scream out, cry or talk as you may desire. I caution you however that I will not condone your use of fowl and abusive language during your whipping. If you fail to comply with this requirement, your whipping will end with a mouth soaping.

The punishment session as described above will continue until I deem it to be completed. As always, it is my desire to cause you maximum pain and discomfort without inflicting lasting injury. As such, at any time your skin should break and blood appears, the punishment will be considered complete.

I truly regret that your conduct has brought us to a place where something like this is necessary. I hope and pray that you will comply with the rules and follow my orders to avoid trips to the spanking chair which will only serve to prolong this God awful experience.

As we have discussed, this punishment shall serve as atonement for anything and everything you have ever done wrong in your life. At the conclusion, you will have forgiven yourself and I will forgive you of everything. You will be starting over with a clean slate. I beg you to do your part in the future to ensure this type of punishment will never be required again.

I love you very much and I hope you will benefit from the lesson I plan to teach you.

Love,

Daddy

So there you have it. The feelings and emotions and fear and devastation and anticipation and love and terror are all rushing through my body and mind with little or no relief from it. As Daddy mentioned in his letter, this punishment is not *just* for the irresponsible things I've been up to lately... While they certainly have earned a level of punishment, what I'm facing is much more than that....

Daddy and I have talked about and planned and discussed (not to mention put off) having this session for many months now. I have a lot of 'skeletons' in my closet that I have been unable to completely let go of. So many things of my past that I blame myself for and punish myself for - they angrily and persistently hover over me. My hope is that this session will not only serve as a corrective type punishment, but also one of cleansing.

I don't believe that physical punishment is an absolute requirement for atonement... that's not what this is about .... It's about finally, *finally* letting go of the bullshit from years that have come and gone. I haven't been able to lay these issues to rest and they, at times, eat me alive with guilt and disgust.

I'm terrified - sick - I don't know if I can handle it - but I also (on some level) desire it. I desperately need to let go... and for that to happen - at least for a girl like me....

I must be broken.

Bitter Sweet

2011-10-18T00:03:00.000-05:00

Daddy's been gone for what seems like an eternity on vacation. Some of you may have seen some of the pictures he posted on his fetlife profile. He and his wife had an amazing time traveling the country and seeing some of the most beautiful places in the nation.

He's such an amazing photographer and he captured some amazing moments. I'm so happy they had the opportunity to experience their vacation and hope one day I'll have the same chance.

Still, it was very difficult being away from Daddy for that long.. Nearly three weeks... I know that seems like nothing to some people, but I guess I've gotten spoiled. I need to have my Daddy time at LEAST a couple times a week! Call me greedy, but he's an exceptional Daddy. :-)

So you can imagine, when they returned home, I was nothing short of ecstatic to see him! He and his wife, LilLawBrat on fetlife, along with my son and boyfriend, Ron, all came to see me at the hospital Sunday night. It was my 30th birthday and they surprised me with the visit. I knew Ron was coming but not Daddy & LLB! I was soooooooooooooooo happy! ... LLB is such an awesome gal. Not only does she allow me to have this special relationship with her husband, she came to visit me at work on my birthday with the guys, and brought me THE most amazing present EVER! ....

I nearly choked when I pulled the paper out of the bag my gift was hidden behind... and there was an IPAD!!!!!!!!!!!!! Can you BELIEVE that??? I was (and still am!!!) SO freaking excited I could hardly contain myself! .... I've been wanting one for AGES... I hope she didn't mind when I jumped up and ran over to her and engaged in a full body contact hug! lol! .... It's unfortunate that she and I work dead-opposite work schedules. I look forward to the day we can spend more time together. I learn more and more about her all the time and while the situation we have could most definitely be a bad one, she's gone above and beyond to make me feel welcome. I see what a good person she is and only wish I knew how to express to her how much I appreciate everything she's done. I sometimes feel like it comes across as ass kissing but it genuinely isn't. I'm honestly just amazed at how open minded she's been about the whole deal. She loves Daddy with all of her heart, and it shows. She'd do anything for him. Their relationship is something I look up to and hope that Ron and I are able to, one day, enjoy a marriage like theirs.

Anyway..... enough about that.... that was the sweet part.

The bitter? Not so much fun.

I'm pretty sure 'bitter' doesn't cover it, in fact.

Nope, I know it doesn't.

I'll let Daddy do the talkin' this time. Here's a letter I got from him late last week.

Babygirl,

Next week, Daddy will be returning home from his vacation out west. For the most part, I’m looking forward to getting home. I’ve really missed you while I've been away. I can't wait to pick you up and give you the biggest hug ever.

I desperately wish that was all we were looking forward to - hugging and catching up. I know you sometimes don't believe me when I tell you this, but it truly does tear me apart to think of what I must do to you when I'm forced into these situations.
I love you very much; you know that by now. So you can believe my sincerity when I say I am in no way looking forward to dealing with you with respect to your most recent round of irresponsible behavior. You were doing so much better and I was so proud of you for all of the progress you were making. It’s very disturbing to me that all it takes is for me to leave town for three weeks and you revert back to your old ways.
Why, babygirl, despite all of our discussions, would you perpetually procrastinate and never address the billing issue related to your website??? After I spent hours of research on this matter in an attempt to help you, you simply chose to, yet again, drop the ball? ....even when, as a result of your failure to take care of business, you continue to pay out 40% of your sales price for third party services? Why do you refuse to put your head down for a few hours and make this happen? It's unacceptable. This is yet another example of you not being responsible and it costing you money. This upsets me because I know what you're capable of. And I also know that it's no surprise to you that I hold you to higher standards than this.
I wish the above was all we had to face... But it's not. I cannot believe you allowed the storage warehouse issue to blow up in your face like you did. I told you over and over and OVER to take care of the rent! I warned you of the risks associated with not staying current with it. Yet you elected to ignore me and when you needed to access the facility, you found yourself locked out. Were you surprised? What a colossal waste of time and money, not to mention a major source of aggravation and stress, something you and I both know you have plenty of already. All of this could have been avoided had you simply been responsible, or at the very least followed my instructions. Learning about this mess of yours frustrated the hell out of me at a time when I was trying to enjoy myself and relax.
Finally, I learned you hadn’t taken care of simple basic requirements necessary for you to retain the certification you need to continue your employment. I know you have taken steps to cure this situation and by the grace of God, it appears that it might work out okay. However, your irresponsibility with respect to this matter could have led to devastating consequences – such as the loss of your job – your livelihood. I cannot believe that with so many depending on you and all of the hard work being done so you can enjoy home ownership, you would carelessly throw such an imperative responsibility to the wayside. Learning about this served to ruin several days of my vacation and frankly made me fucking livid.
You and I have discussed your irresponsibility numerous times in the past. I have punished you for it on several occasions and elected not to punish you for it at times when you gave me your word you would be responsible in the future. That ain't in the cards this time, babygirl.
I feel it’s only fair to inform you, then, that this time you will not, by any stretch, be given any type of mercy. I would be doing you a disservice as your Daddy and one who has taken on the responsibility of teaching you what it means to be an adult if I provided a way out. I adore you and want nothing more than to see you achieve true joy and satisfaction in your life. Clearly, I have failed you in several areas thus far, and the truth is, I love you enough to do what it takes to get your attention. I hope for the love of God that this time it sinks in.
I fully intend to punish you so harshly that you will never in your life forget these imperative lessons. You need to prepare yourself for the thrashing of your life. I’ll be using the heavy tawse, the new razor strap, and my dragon cane on your bare bottom and thighs. You had better get yourself ready to find out just what it means when you make me "fucking livid".
I love you dearly and I do so wish there was another way. I hope and pray you will learn your lesson from this punishment and that it will never be necessary for us to go through something as disturbing as this ever again in our future.
See you soon, Princess, and please be unmistakably assured of how much I care about and love you. I, indeed, love you like you were my own daughter.
Daddy

What happens in Vegas.....

2011-09-25T09:48:00.000-05:00

Well, in this case, *doesn't* stay in Vegas .... ;-)

To make a long story short (cuz I'm at work & writing this on my iPhone (smile))...

When Daddy & I were already in Dallas, a few hours before our flight was due to leave (to the Shadow Lane party in Vegas), I suddenly realized I'd left my ID at home.

Where was home?

Ohhhhhh... Just about 2 hours east of where we were. :-/

So you can imagine the aftermath of that little (ahem) "oops moment" ...

Soooooooooooooo ....

After we drove all through the night, barely making it to the airport in time, all due to my lack of (surprise, surprise) responsibility ... *sigh* ... there was little or no time available to "deal" with the incident (in our special little way) at that particular moment...

... So that would have to wait until we arrived in Sin City. (How sickeningly appropriate) O_0

And deal with it we most certainly did!!! Sweet Jayzuz!

The only plus of the "discussion" was that we were staying in the most beautiful, amazing, swanky hotel *I'd* ever seen - let alone STAYED in.... (Thank you Daddy! I love you!)...

Daddy said he was gonna whip my ass & he wasn't lyin' neither! Between the cane, that horrid Razor strap (both pieces made of horridly thick and relentlessly heavy leather, FYI!), & Daddy's increasingly fierce hand.... I was one tear streaked faced, contrite little girl by the end of it. Here's some pics from the scene (of course, as per usual, my ass all but refuses completely to mark anymore).... But believe me, a newb? ... They'd be all kindsa purple & black & red & whatever other color(s) of the rainbow that indicate severe beatage....

I've put up the video on my site www.FirmDiscipline.com so do go and check it out.. there are a few more pics in the gallery and a preview.... whichhhhh, I'll show you here, too.. (Cuz I'z a giver like that)

As you can probably see from the clip, this was no 'child's play' ... not that any of our sessions *are* ....

Just Sayin'.

This was a few weeks back, though, and .... *honestly* ... I've been trying to do a whole lot better... My darling Ron is going to be here in just three more days! (woot!) ... and I have no doubts that he'll be sure and straighten my disorganizational-self right up...

Daddy will most certainly appreciate the helping hand.

Me? Errmm... I guess... (ahem) that's a good thing.......................... (furiously crossing ever finger, toe, and any other appendage that happens to be crossable) .....

Anyway, I hope you'll check out the video (and maybe even buy it from us?) (insert big goofy grin with added pathetic, pleading, shameless massive puppy dog eyes) ... Hey, what can I say? We're trying to buy a house here! :-)

There's also a *cough donate cough* button on our site (see that? I even provided you the link again!) ... Giver, I tell you! ... if you feel the desire/need/love in your heart(s) to donate to the cause. The new house is FAB and we're SO effing close to having it... we just need a few more bucks... so any help we can get will be appreciated on a whole new level of monstrositiciousness (yes, that's a word..... in Debbie land) :-) ... and if we DO get the house - I tell ya what, we're gonna make some KILLER vids in said house that I promise will bring joy, happiness, satisfaction, and glee to the kink world in its entirety. No, like, for realz. :-)

**(End shameless pleading here)**

Love you guys so much! Thanks for reading my ramblings... I do love your comments, so please be a dear and tell me your thoughts!! <3

Whole lotta growin up to do....

2011-09-16T01:52:00.003-05:00

...over Daddy's knee. That's been his favorite phrase to use lately, "You're gonna be doin a whole lotta growin up over my knee today" .... He was real fond of it this afternoon when I was taught one hell of a lesson....

A quite painful one.

As you can see here. :-/ ....

I'm pretty embarrassed to admit what I did. But alas, I suppose that's part of the punishment. I do hope it sunk in for good this time.

I've been trying so so hard to save for my new house... so hard that I thought it would be a wise idea to get a (brace yourselves) cash advance...... from one 'a them loan sharks....

Again.

This is the 4th offense. I have no idea what goes through my mind when I walk into those horrid places. My intentions always are at least relatively good.... (don't touch the savings account, just get a payday loan and pay it right back) ....

Except................

The whole 'paying it right back' thing never seems to .... errr.... happen.

So you can imagine how angry Daddy was when I finally confessed. I got some new Nike kicks.... I guess I never considered that he might wonder where I got the $100 bucks to pay for 'em ... considering I'm being so fickle lately...... I'm SO close to buying my new home it HURTS! .... And I'm short a couple grand...

Buying 100 dollar shoes that I don't need - with a freaking payday loan no less - certainly isn't a way to accomplish any of these goals.

Well, Daddy spanked me. And he spanked me harder than probably ever - with the Ivory Hairbrush.

Don't let its tiny size fool you. Sweet GOD. It is EVIL.

EVIL!

Every single swat feels like a billion wasps are attacking me... and they just keep attacking and attacking... Honestly, I wasn't sure if this spanking was ever gonna end.

But I know I deserved it. Hell, I feel like I probably deserve a whole lot more. Luckily, I have a loving Daddy who only wants to get the point home - he's not interested in pushing the envelope.

It's probably cuz I'm so dern cute. ;-) (kidding, kidding...)

I'll have the video up on the website soon... I finished editing tonight... Here are a few more pics...

My ass just refuses to mark anymore.... but believe me when I say - this was no child's play.

I'm seriously one of the luckiest girls alive. I have the most precious Daddy a girl could ask for who's married to one awesome lady (also a spanko!) ... my precious "better half" (TNSpanker) is gonna be here in less than two weeks, and the four of us all live within half an hour of each other. Life is just too good to me sometimes.

Though I may be thinking otherwise once I have constant supervision! O.0

My honey just started a new blog, so check it out... he was telling me tonight why he started it.... he thought it'd be pretty cool to hear the stories from both sides of the paddle.

Can't argue that logic! I'm so excited about him coming here... So are Daddy and Mrs. Daddy. :-)

And get this! My vanilla family adores him too! I don't have much to complain about these days.

Other than my sore ass........ :-/

Here's a preview to the new video...

If you haven't had the chance, make sure you check out my new website, FirmDiscipline. :-)

Spank me Punish me

2011-08-30T11:27:00.002-05:00

This morning I was chit chatting back and forth with some friends via comments under a picture I posted on fetlife... I'd shattered my iPhone and posted a picture of it... someone mentioned that that might merit a sound spanking for irresponsibility.... which led into the all-too-familiar discussion involving the conflict that most of us, as spankos, face at one time or another: whether or not spanking (something we innately crave) is a feasible tool for effective discipline.

One of my friends suggested i post one of my responses somewhere, so that's what I'm gonna do....

It ain't the spanking itself that I dread as much as it is the fact that I've disappointed him. I can't lie and say I hate being spanked... cuz if that were the case, chances are I wouldn't be a member here in our lovely community of pervs lol.....

I love endorphins, too.. and the whole idea of 'spankings for punishment' is a major thrill for me... so in all honesty, the way we practice DD indeed, doesn't seem logical... but it works for us...

When I'm being punished with spanking, it's much, much more than just a beating. I'm notorious for starting the water works long before the spanking even begins.... knowing I've disappointed my Daddy truly guts me from the core... I hate it... I hate it more than anything in the world...

That's the part that actually punishes me... the spanking itself is more for a release of guilt and stress... it's absolutely amazing how therapeutic an intense spanking can be. Daddy knows how relentlessly hard I am on myself... and he also knows that sometimes the only way to help liberate me from that self torment is by breaking me....

Having said that, I also must add that, as much as I love spanking, I do genuinely dread certain spankings... the 'after effect' is magnificent, but sometimes even that isn't worth what I have to go through to get it..
It's a very complex phenomenon and the opinions and views on it are extremely versatile.... I've picked this topic to death... tried my hardest to figure out how this all 'works'.... and the only conclusion I've been able to come up with is that there is no black and white conclusion... If it works for you, then it works for you. That's all that matters... It's sort of like the age-old question of 'what makes a spanko a spanko'.... I've yet to find that answer, and reckon I never will.... but I'll still remain a spanko... the 'whys' don't really need to be answered.... it's certainly a curiosity... but not a necessity for me to continue enjoying the lifestyle in the way that works for my partner and me...

Having said that, when it's all said and done, we are all adults here and are responsible for our own actions. Whether or not we choose to live a lifestyle which incorporates some form of DD within it doesn't change the fact that we're responsible for our decisions we make. If all we had to do was take a spanking (or have a spanking withheld) to 'pay' for our misbehavior or bad choices, life would sure be a lot easier....
I am just so very grateful I have this outlet to appease at least some of the natural [namely emotional] consequences that life throws at us when we screw up.

I know this topic has been beat into the ground, but what the hell, I'll pull out my inner switch and give it another round... ;-)

Penny for your thoughts?

Oh and the switching has occurred. :-/ Twas NOT a pleasurable experience!

The preview is here -

http://www.spankingtube.com/video/10765/switching-preview

Sorry, tried to imbed it, but blogger's being very badly behaved this morning... :-)

You can find the full video - along with a couple other new ones I've posted on my main website, www.FirmDiscipline.com, Spanking Library, or clips4sale'

There's a couple other new ones up if ya wanna check em out! There's free previews and galleries on all of the videos at www.FirmDiscipline.com ....

I'd post the pics here but again, blogger is not cooperating with me today! ...

Mefinx google needs a spanking.

Just Sayin'. :-)

I'd write more but seeing as how I've had a grand total of six hours of sleep in the last 48 hours, my eyes iz crossin' & I be seein strange things! LOL

I'd love to hear your comments on the spanking/punishment thing if you get a chance. :-)

Til next time..... <3

New Blog Design and URL!

2011-08-16T04:53:00.004-05:00

I promise I'll stop changin' stuff up now! :D ... Whatcha think of the new layout?

The font is hella easier to read (in my most humble opine)...

And now I'm at just www.spankingdebs.com!

Woot!

I feel special! :D

Anyway, just a quick lil post/update... it's nearly 5am! ACK! ...

Daddy kept mentioning this monstrosity of a collection of switches he thinks he's bringin' home from Colorado.................

(Evil, AWFUL, Terrible Stuff..... Gawd.)

I believe Thursday is D-Day......... (groannnnn)

I better get to bed!

<3

Short fuse..

2011-08-14T11:06:00.001-05:00

It's something I really struggle with. I don't know why I have such trouble with my temper. It usually gets ignited the quickest when I'm
patronized.... Ooooooo do I hate being spoken to condescendingly!!!!

Not much makes me angrier.

I have to wonder if that's a sign of insecurity... I like to think I'm pretty confident most of the time..... But maybe I'm fooling myself...

Anyway, I posted my last blog update on fetlife & there were SOOO many wonderful comments... Such sweet people.

Well, someone came along & posted something along the lines of "I can't stand it when people in their 20s complain about being *ancient*" ... & went on to say that he had little or no sympathy for the OP [yours truly] ....that loneliness sucked, sure.... And Loneliness and wrinkles sucked even more. He threw in a couple of stories about his terrible childhood & how his lack of a proper upbringing made him crave a Mom-type... A mom-type he wasn't able to enjoy (like I have with my Daddy) ...

I guess the way that made me feel was .... Patronized. Like all of my thoughts & ideas I'd just poured out on the table were demeaned & lacking merit/value simply because I had my Daddy and my youth. And the fact that he threw in the "tough upbringing" .... As if he was the only person alive who'd ever suffered.... I dunno. I lost the plot.

Sooooooo..... Did I approach him civilly & let him know I was offended?

Nope - I lashed out at him & shot him down with an angry, hateful tongue so fast & furious he didn't know what hit 'em.

He immediately apologized, & I in turn felt horrible about the way I'd acted.. I ended up deleting the correspondence I'd had with him on the thread ... & apologizing to him... via PM as well as publicly.

Unfortunately for me, that's not where it stops. Daddy saw the outburst & let me know REAL quick what he thought about it.

He's out of town for a few days but he let me know there would be further discussion about the matter upon his return.

If it was just this one incident I'd be fine. We all make mistakes... But it's not just this one. Not by a long shot. I have the ability to gut people from the inside out with my words.... & it happens so quickly in such a rage of fury..... I don't even know what I'm saying until the damage is done.

It's something I'm not at all proud of. I just hope the lesson sinks in this time. I fear I'll end up pushing away some of the most important people in my life if I don't get a handle on this behavior.

Loneliness

2011-08-13T01:35:00.002-05:00

I'm sure we've all experienced it from time to time. It's a natural part of life, loneliness.

I find it interesting when people who don't really know me assume that I have it all.. I mean, from the outside it DOES look great doesn't it?

I have tons of friends, the best Daddy a girl could ask for, a cute figure, a great personality, the list goes on, right? I must have it all.

Wrong.

Maybe it's just my age,
but I've noticed, especially here more recently, that I honestly don't have many friends at all. (And by friends, I mean local ones - of course I have more internet friends than I can count and I love and appreciate all of them)... But it's warm bodies I sometimes lack in. Everyone my age is married with little kiddies runnin' around .. or they're at the very least in committed relationships. That's what life's all about at 30, right?

I've always been sort of the odd man out when it comes to 'appropriate stages of life' ... I had my son at the young age of 19... not as young as some girls start out motherhood, but certainly not an easy time to dive in head first.

All of my friends went off to college, were making life long friends in the dorm rooms, going on dates, making lasting memories. and ultimately, finding their soul mates.

Back in my small town in Texas I stayed..... I was over weight from the pregnancy, alone and sad - my whole life turned upside down... and I had a tiny little baby in my arms who needed everything I had to give. I didn't feel like I had just a whole lot to give, but I tried. I did try.

While I was doing all of that trying, my life just kept on passing me by. Ever feel like you're just watching the years pass on through? Then you wake up one day and 10 or 15 years have passed... it's a bit frightening.... realizing your own mortality.

I'll admit it - I'm taking turning 30 a lot harder than I thought I was going to. I know I'm still young, and there are probably a lot of 40 or 50 or 60 somethings shaking their heads at me right now.. but the truth is, I hadn't ever really considered mortality until now.

Anyway, where was I? Right, back to being the odd man out.. I remember all the years passing by. I was in a ton of weddings. I laughed and cried with all of my best friends as they tied the knot, had their babies, blah blah blah. I loved them and still do love them. But I gotta be real for a sec here...

I hated it. Every. Freaking. Second. Call it envy, whatever - it was misery for me. I missed out on college, I missed out on freedoms of young adult hood, and now I was having all of that rubbed in my face at each and every one of these events. I did genuinely try to be happy for them. And I was, to some degree. But it was tough.

I still sometimes feel like *such* a little girl - especially when my precious Daddy rocks me like he does. :-) ... Regressing back to that eight year old little girl is sometimes the most therapeutic, wonderful feeling in the whole world. I'm so grateful I have that outlet.

But other times I take a step back and look at my life... I have an *almost* teenage son. I'm just about to be in my 30s........ it may be still a young age - but here's the part that gets me...

I'm still alone. I'm still *looking* for my soul mate. I'm still lonely.

I had it all planned out.. the dress, the colors, the flowers, the invitations, the songs! ... It was all planned out down to the most finite detail... in that innocent, immature little head of mine.

In my dreams I'd be so beautiful walking down that isle in my early 20s.. mid-20s, *tops*...

Hmm.

22 got here.

23 passed.

24 … I started getting a little concerned....

25 I was having too much fun to realize I was ... *ahem* 25

26 I met the love of my LIFE!

27.... turns out that 'love of my life' wasn't love at all... he was after one thing - and he got it.

The next couple of years are kind of a blur. That was when my alcohol abuse begin spiraling out of control. I was knocking on hell's door and had resigned myself to ultimate defeat and death.

Until I made the best decision of my life and got help. But that's a whole different story ;-)

29 was a great year. I was sober, happy, losing weight, had such a great job, I met my wonderful Daddy, I had my LIFE back! ... It was a mountain top experience - this past year.

I guess I have nothing to complain about.

But here lately I find myself saddened a lot of the time. I'm lonely. I wish I had a companion. I have my son - don't get me wrong. He's my whole raison d'être...

Sometimes, though, even our children can't fulfill one of our most basic human needs - that of companionship. Of adult companionship. I mean, I realize fully that the grass is always greener......

I just wish I had someone there at night to hold me... someone there to kiss my head and tell me how much they loved me... someone to cuddle up next to. I'll admit that I'm a needy girl. A lot needier than I once thought about myself, in fact! lol.. But I do give back what I desire from my partner.

I guess these days things are changing.. families are digging their first roots later in life than they once did. But it's hard to see it that way when you've had the life I have - having watched all of my friends do it the 'right way'...

I've been in love very, very few times. It's the most miraculous feeling on earth. It's also the most terrifying. When you're up that high.... there's always the risk of falling...

And heartbreak? That's not something to fuck around with. I may enjoy pain on some level - but it AIN'T on *that* level, I can assure you. Anything that puts you on the ground in the fetal position in a pool of tears as you cry out for it just to STOP! - ain't something I wanna return to. ;-)

I've been so incredibly scared to go there... time and time again I've pushed potential partners away.. making up some bullshit about how I wasn't ready, blah blah blah.

It was simply terror. Raw terror. Any time anyone's ever gotten close to me, I've pushed them away. I've felt genuine heartache twice in my life. Once when I was left alone with a pregnancy, and once with the fiance I mentioned earlier.

I don't plan on returning.

Ever.

I am absolutely frozen with fear when I think of the possibility of heartbreak. So sometimes I must ask myself if it's worth the risk? Is the glorious feeling of love worth the risk of the most painful thing imaginable? I'm not sure I know how to answer that question.

I do know one thing is for sure - and my Daddy taught me this (not that kind of teaching! ;-)) ... I won't be giving my body up *just like that* to the next guy that comes along. Daddy and I haven't ever been sexual in any way, shape, or form. It was always a boundary none of us would ever cross.

1. Because it wasn't the type of relationship we sought after to begin with, and more importantly

2. Daddy is already married to the absolute love of his life.

My whole point? I learned how to love a man without the sexual element. I didn't expect to love my Daddy like I do. When we met, we were just gonna be play partners. We eventually got attached and of course the rest is history - while we're not close on a romantic or sexual level, we do love each other in a very daddy/little girl way... and it's a beautiful thing.

Daddy has taught me that it's worth waiting for. To have a man that I adore as much as I do my Daddy - and to be able to have him as mine? To be able to take that platonic love and turn it into a passionate love? I can't even begin to fathom how incredible that must be. I'm so grateful Daddy gave me a tiny glimpse of what unconditional, genuine love is.

Because of that, I won't settle for anything less.

I've tried to figure out what was different about Daddy. Why did I care about him so much? And it occurred to me that because we never even *considered* a romance, we just passively got to know each other as friends... and eventually realized one day that we had bonded.

Daddy and his wife have a story kinda like that... for years and years they were the best of friends. It wasn't until many years had passed that they realized how in love they were. Their relationship started out as a platonic friendship... they used it to get to know each other from the inside out... they were the best of friends... and eventually it blossomed into the sweetest love story you've ever heard. They've got the most amazing marriage. It's precious. They fit together like a lock and key. They complete each other. It could be a Hollywood romantic comedy! I only say comedy because DAMN you should SEE these two together! It's hysterical! Daddy might THINK he wears the pants in his relationship.................. B-)

So sex isn't an absolute necessity at the beginning of relationships.

Would woulda thought?

I know - so elementary.
But sometimes we just have to have epiphanies, ya know?

I recently heard this quote and fell in love with it - I'm sure you've all heard it before.. but it's worth repeating. "I don't wanna just make love, I wanna make love last."

All these years... that was the missing link. My immature little mind desperately wanted to make sure my man felt loved by me. What was the one sure fire way to a man's heart?

Through his zipper, of course.

Right?

Wrong again.

Next time I'll do it right... and I'll not do it at all... not til I know he's a keeper... not til he loves me.... that *me* deep down inside - the good and the bad - the meltdowns, the tears, the laughter, the dork, the sweet, the bitch ;-) - all of the wonderful little isms that make me, me.

If and when I know that he can handle *all* of me, it's then that I will *give* all of me.

So I totally LIED! :D

2011-08-04T04:04:00.002-05:00

Sorry bout that..

I really WAS gonna move my blog to my new website! :D I was!

Daddy just convinced me that it didn't look that great on the front page, so here I am, back at the blogspot!

I actually am really glad to be back here...
I've spent so many countless hours and weeks and months on that damn new site and I've tried SO hard to make it look like a webSITE, and not a blog... that I didn't really like the feel of it when I started posting new blog updates on there....

ANYhoo... the blog posts are still available to read if you're interested... You'll just have to link over to my website to read 'em! If you do, take a look around at the rest of the site!

I are pertttttty proud of it ! :D

Here's what you may have missed:

Meltdowns - Blog Post - July 24, 2011

Freshly Punished but Feeling Great! - Blog Post - July 27, 2011

Back from Chicago! - Blog Post - August 2, 2011

I'm pretty sure that's everything...

And now we can get back to business! :D

Y'all let me know what you think of everything, k? I love you guys! :-)

(And if you're real nice to me, I might just consider changing the font on this blog to something a teensy bit more readable... but ONLY if yer nice!) :D

<3

New Blog Address!

2011-07-24T01:27:00.002-05:00

Hey my lovelies...

This post is to let you know that I've moved addresses for my blog..

I've started a new website
where you can view galleries, previews to clips, a few spanking stories, and purchase videos... I decided to put my blog updates there as well so that I can do all the updating in one place..

The address is

www.firmdiscipline.com

Check it out and leave comments! I hope you like what you find.

Love you guys! :-)

Debs xo

Sitting Tenderly...

2011-06-30T18:51:00.001-05:00

Well, this week I've been sitting very *very* tenderly.. :-/

Gawd.... Daddy didn't mess around!

He got this shipment in
from London Tanners about a week ago.. A Canadian Prison Strap, A L.T.'s Razor Strop, a CP Ruler Paddle, & a Loopy Johnny (the last two of which I've yet to experience) :-/

I was actually surprised to find out that the Razor (the one in the middle) was a hell of a lot more painful than the Canadian Prison Strap! (on the left) ...

I'm usually a big fan of Razor Strops but ...... JEEEZ. This one is FIERCE!

I tried to blame Ian of LT's for my strapping... and he came back with a killer reply:

"It's not my fault! That's like blaming Chevrolet for all of your tickets!"

That just can't be topped.... B-) (sorry bout the pun)

I had to drive a couple of hours to my brother's house Monday night after my spanking.... let's just say I was the GRANNY on the road for this trip!!!

Jeeeeeeezzzz....

It was pretty wicked.. Daddy's never strapped me so hard! It wasn't just how hard it was alone... it was fast and furious! ... After it was over, I got a lovely cuddle... Always well worth it. :-)

But then later on, we were up stairs taking a few pictures and suddenly Daddy decided he needed more symmetry!!! LOL... That took me a bit off guard!

Symmetry is what he wanted, and symmetry is what he got!

Everybody keeps telling me how lucky I am. O.0

I guess that's true....

The video is killer ... one of our best yet (if I can say so!)

Here's a couple of screen shots from it:

That last one is just pathetic, ain't it!!?? (Sorry, I just can't help but laugh at it!)

I really do think it was effective, though. It was intense, powerful, and intimate. I really have been doing a lot of thinking since the punishment and I'm gonna change a lot of things about my driving habits. I may even just turn my phone off completely when I'm in the car.

There's just too much to risk ... Some may argue that CP has no merit as far as effectiveness in changing bad habits................ but if nothing else, it's making me stop and think before I act.

Better than nothing, right?

I thought so. :-)

Thanks for all the well wishes and hugs!

Here's the trailer to the flick....

Get the full version at my C4S site! Love you all!

<3 Debs <3

Lead Foot...

2011-06-24T01:06:00.001-05:00

I don't know what it is about my driving lately.. I mean, when I was a teenager and in my early 20s, I got stopped all the time... tickets every year and then some... But then after about 26, I really put a lid on that crap! I wasn't getting pulled over........... ever.

So it makes ZERO sense to me that now I've been pulled over like FOUR times
in the last few months..........

But there it is. I just recently forgot to pay a ticket and in order to avoid being ARRESTED (gah!) .... my Daddy paid the ticket FOR me.

This was just last week............. yep, LAST. WEEK.

So it REALLY would be in my best interest to NOT get another speeding ticket any time in the near or far future, correct?

Yeah, I thought so too.

Too bad I put the pedal to the metal this afternoon on the way home from (none other) than Daddy's place............. and got pulled effing OVER!!!

Almost 20 mph over the speed limit.

I'm SO pissed off about it.

But nowhere NEAR what Daddy is.

He's being kind of quiet this evening and it's making me feel like crawling out of my skin! What's he THINKING? Or worse, what's he PLANNING............

I'm seeing him on Monday before I leave town for a few days to visit my brother and his family.

I guess I won't be wearing short shorts to Six Flags with them. :-/

Luckiest babygirl.....

2011-05-29T03:05:00.001-05:00

Things have been pretty awesome lately in my world! I have the most wonderful daddy any babygirl could ask for... And I've continued becoming more and more close with my good friend, Amber Grey...

We were playing around like crazy with 'Uncle Mike'... Mike Tanner from Strictly Spanking Videos is a great guy and his babygirl, Jules is one of a kind! We were bantering with them and a whole bunch of other great people, bottoms and tops alike all week! It was hilarious!

Amber and I decided we were gonna get back at Uncle Mike for his mean 'lickin' stick' ways! ... and seeing as how Amber's boyfriend, WoodPaddles, is the brains behind the original 'Lickin' Stick', we had a home field advantage... ohhhh yeahhhh B-)

Sooooo............. we took a few pics...............

What else would those damn 'Lickin' Sticks' be good for, I ask you, than fire wood?????

Well, that, and possibly rat disposal... That's a great idea, too!

But hell, while we're at it, we may as well just toss the lot of those nasty implements in the fire!!! They say it's gonna be a cold winter............................. errrrr..... this summer. :D

I think we're gonna be paying for all of this at some point...................... with our asses! .... But let's not focus on that... let's just focus on how AWESOME we are! :D lol!

On a more serious note (I know, I know! Booooo!) .... But it must be done! This past week, WoodPaddles and Amber were there to witness my punishment, yet again! But this time, I took it a lot more seriously than I did last.... I promised Daddy I would if he'd let me bring 'moral support'! ... So I held up my end of the agreement...

It's funny ... you never really know how something's gonna turn out til it happens.. and sometimes the most beautiful moments happen when you least expect them to.

I was petrified of this spanking. I knew I'd been running my mouth for some time and going on and on and on about the whole 'ain't skeerd' thing...

I knew it was all just fun and games and daddy can laugh it up with the best of them - but he and I both knew that the laughs would all come to a halt as soon as the oil came out...

Daddy punished me...and he punished me HARD. I cried and sobbed and hurt.. really, truly hurt... and not just on a physical level.

The crazy part was that it hurt him, too... I think more than I even realized at the time. It wasn't just BS.. He truly, genuinely hated to punish me so... but he knew it was something I needed on a deeper level..

And I adore him for following through with what he said - and then some. It was an amazing evening and we caught it all on film!

We're building up the archives of videos and stills and we're producing one hell of a company.. we're looking to launch early August, 2011... so watch for us! Of course I'll keep you posted on my blog and on fetlife...

Here's the teaser for the latest punishment scene with Daddy and me.

As you can see, it was a pretty intense session... The video is 25 minutes in length and it is, if I may say, one of the very best yet! Here's a couple of stills we got of that day..

I was very pouty in the beginning! I sure didn't want this spanking! (And my concerns were later quite justifiable!)

Daddy dun............. BRUNG it! (To say the least!)

I was swimming in the clouds by the end of it.. but not just from endorphin rushes - which were certainly flowing! ... but just from the head space of it all.. I was just .... overwhelmed... emotionally.. physically.. even spiritually... on some level...

Of course my precious Daddy was there to comfort me in the end, and we just held each other as I cried... it was a very special moment for both of us.. We both wonder if it's possible to love another person TOO much... Our relationship just flourishes every day ... and the best part? It's not about sex. He loves ME. And I love HIM. And it's the most wonderful daddy/daughter relationship I could ever dream of...

Like I said ... I'm a very, very lucky girl... But maybe it's not just luck.. maybe it's a blessing...

But hey, enough seriousness..... Don't'ch'all worry... in spite of the impending doom upon my backside ... I didn't lose my silly side! ;-)

Love you guys! <3

From Daddy ....

2011-05-22T21:35:00.002-05:00

Well I knew it was coming & here it is :-/

Wednesday is the day....

Babygirl,

I know you are hard at work right now – I really wish you were here with me. I cherish the time I get to spend with my babygirl.

I have been very proud of you lately. You are working so hard and trying to be a good girl. There has been a lot of improvement over the past few weeks. I know you are working hard on the things we discussed. Please keep up the level of effort and the great results – Daddy loves having reasons to be proud of you Princess.

For the last two Fridays, we have had some problems. In lieu of being the sweet and loving babygirl I enjoy being around, you have acted like someone I didn’t know existed. For some
reason, you have started those days by lashing out at me in anger. You have shown little or no respect for me or for my authority as your Daddy. You have been mean and hateful to me without good reason. At times it seemed more like you hated me than you loved me. You hurt my feelings and ruined those days for both of us. Despite my questions and comments, you’ve been completely unable to provide me with an explanation. Just saying you’re sorry is not enough. I need an answer and some assurance it’s not going to happen again.

As I consider your hateful conduct and lack of respect towards me to be most serious, I am left with no option but to punish you severely. It is my desire to cause you to suffer for what you have already done and hopefully, to prevent a repeat of this unacceptable behavior.

Your punishment will consist of two elements. First, you will be required to start each of the next thirty days by posting this to my wall. “Daddy, I’m very sorry about the way I acted. I love you very much and I will be sweet and give you the respect you deserve today without fail. I want you to love me and to be proud of me.” You will end each day by posting this to my wall, “Daddy, I honestly regret being mean and disrespectful to you on those two Fridays. I’m trying very hard to make it up to you by being sweet and as respectful as possible. I’ll never act like that again – you have my word Daddy”

You are also going to receive a very harsh spanking. Do you recall the first whipping I ever gave you? It was given because you were not respectful when addressing me. I know how badly that hurt you. I can clearly recall the welts that developed across your bottom and thighs where the heavy leather tawse landed. I can still hear you begging me to stop, promising to never act that way again and your pathetic crying and sobbing that developed during the punishment and lasted into the night. I also know I got outstanding results in response to that punishment. It worked!

It’s my intent to repeat that punishment again. This time however, the lashes will be harder and there will be more of them. I’m going to teach you a lesson you will never forget. In the past, when I was going to use the heavy tawse, you have asked me to let you keep your jeans on at first or to warm you up by hand. I have always agreed to this so as not to hurt you too badly. That will not be the case this time as my intent will be to cause you as much pain as possible. You can plan on this tawsing being “cold” and from the first lash, delivered with full-force to you completely bare and un-spanked bottom and upper thighs.

When you enter your room, you will find the stool and cushion placed exactly as it was that night. The heavy tawse will be laid out on the bed. I will direct you to stand in front of the stool and remove all clothing from the waist down. When told to do so, you will drape yourself face down over the cushion and rest your head and body on the bed. I will ask you to tuck your hands under your tummy and to keep them there. I will lecture you for a while and then commence with the actual whipping. I will require you to thrust your bottom as high as possible and as soon as it is there, I will bring the taswe down with full force and at maximum speed. I will focus the impact from the area just above and below the juncture of your bottom and thighs. The punishment will continue until I am convinced that you are truly sorry for your conduct and that it will never be repeated. You should count on receiving at least twice as many lashes as you did during that first punishment.

Babygirl, I do regret that this has become necessary. Please understand that you have left me without options. I will not permit you to treat me ever again in the same disgraceful manner as you did on the last two Fridays.

Please learn from this and keep it from ever having to be repeated again in the future.

You know how very much I love you princess and that Daddy just wants what is best for you. The only thing I can tell you that might help is that when the thrashing ends, I will take you in my arms, hold you tightly, kiss away your tears and make sure you can feel just how very much Daddy loves you.

Daddy

I'm such a bad girl!!!

2011-05-22T01:24:00.001-05:00

I've been neglecting my blog for far too long lately! I'm so sorry about that!

Part of the reason for that is the condition my ass has been in since my return from Atlantic City!... It was just about ready for some more action this past week so we went ahead and set up a session... I got a speeding ticket..................... so obviously there was a built in reason! ... that and lately I've just been kinda .... well, just mean to Daddy...

I don't know if it was PMS or frustration from lack of spankings or tiredness or stress.... or all of the above! But I've been totally disrespectful towards Daddy and we really needed to discuss the problem...

We got together this past Wednesday night for this particular 'discussion' ... and invited a couple of friends along... 'WoodPaddles' and 'amberpaddledpink' - both on fetlife - joined us for the evening...

It was actually a really great time! ... Amber unfortunately was punished, too... cuz I mayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy have given her a cigarette (or four) :-/ ... which is apparently a big no-no! .... And now WoodPaddles is gonna spank me for being a bad influence ...................... at some point!

Poor Amber. I felt SO bad for her! She was really hurting and WP was REALLY determined to drive the point home!... I'm pretty sure he was successful...

Daddy and WP both spanked me this go around.... but I have to be honest - my mind wasn't exactly in the right place... I was kinda laughing and cutting up through the entire punishment... both sessions were recorded on video and we'll be putting it up for sale on our new site - which will hopefully be up very soon! We're really gonna try to get things rolling on that front this coming week... Here's the teaser for the new video (it says you can buy the full length version on www.thetexaswoodshed.com but that's just something we're looking into right now... it doesn't exist yet... so sue me! :D ....

It's well worth the watch if you feel like supporting the 'spank debs fund'! :D ...(The problem is there's nowhere to buy it yet! But watch this space!) *grin*

We had SO much fun making these videos.......... but I have a feeling that what's in store for me next week ain't gonna be one lick of fun (sorry bout the pun!)

I'll keep y'all posted on that development in the next couple of days, too...

Here's a few pics from the other day with our friends....

Ms. Amber and I were feeling a bit sorry for ourselves and found it perfectly necessary to spoon with each other post-spanking! LOL!

Mean old WoodPaddles made Amber cry her little eyes out for smoking! (Errrmmm... that may have been my fault.......oops!)

I feel terrible for contributing to something that caused her so much *ahem* ........ discomfort!

Daddy caned me and caned me and caned me............ he got a few good yelps out of me, anyway... *grin*

I just couldn't help grinning and joking! Something tells me that's gonna end up not working out in my favor next week!

PULL YOUR JEANS DOWN!!!! .... How embarrassing!!!

But I *DID* learn my lesson, Daddy! HONEST! :D

Amber and I really are very well behaved girls! I guess our guys didn't agree, though!

We took care of each other as you can see in the next couple of pictures ... Us girls have to stick together!

Daddy made my bottom red and rosy! and then some! .... but this is the result of pretty much just the hand spanking...Did I mention his hand is as TOUGH AS FREAKING NAILS?????? O.o

Annnnnnnnnnd of course, one must always check for damage after spankings! ;-)

Like I said, we had a blast last week when we all got together... then yesterday I went to hang out with Amber and WP again at their house (which is when we did all of the video editing - that's a lot more work and time and effort than you might think! But it was fun :-)) ...

We have plans to take some pictures of WP's 'Strictly Lickin' Stick' stash (I'll not give away the surprise just yet... you'll see the pics posted eventually!) ;-) ... but part of the idea was to wear our 'Tanner Reformatory' tank tops that we got in Atlantic City at Boardwalk Badness..... We didn't get around to taking the pics yet, but we DID take one of us in the kitchen being good little girls eating our salads!!!!!!

We thought Uncle Mike would appreciate our amazing behavior! :-) .... (What we didn't tell was that the other dish in the meal included some deliciously cheesy lasagna! LOL!)

I've REALLY enjoyed hanging out with Amber and WP lately... they're great friends and we all live close together! ... I have SUCH a fun and blessed life! :-)

I love all of my pervy friends and adore sharing my spanko dream life with y'all! I'm one of the lucky ones I tell ya! :D

It's HIGH time...

2011-05-08T01:56:00.001-05:00

That I updated this dang thing!!!

A friend of mine was complaining about blogging about parties... she wondered why it was SO hard to do it!?

I completely understood that... I don't know what it is that keeps me from doing it, but I reckon it's just delaying it cuz it just seems like such a huge task! I got back from Atlantic City about a week ago... Had the TIME of my LIFE at BBW....

I couldn't even beGIN to tell you all the yummies that happened! I played with SO many different people.. Really, I did a tad TOO much to be perfectly honest..

Daddy and I are going to 'discuss' this lack of self control on my part ... but not until I'm completely healed! Gawd, I got my ass completely spanked RAW! lol... I have to laugh at myself.. I NEVER complain about ass pain! ... But JAYZUZ... this is just terrible! I've gotten past the initial sting of it - but now I'm entering 'itchy' phase of the healing process....

That ain't COOL!!! lol... Check out the pics of the damage:

I know it doesn't look like much, but trust me, it's the worst I've ever had! I honestly don't have any idea what caused it but it's literally like road rash... It's a pretty deep wound - I haven't been touched since Sunday morning a week ago and it's just NOW starting to scab in little areas.. I bet this is gonna take well over two weeks to heal!!!!

Which could end up being a problem for me... A friend of mine told me it'd take two weeks minimum to heal... I was so convinced he was wrong that he said, 'Fine, if you're so convinced that I'm wrong .... and in the end if I'm right and you're wrong, will you be willing to bend over and kiss my ass in front of all of our friends?'

I said, 'HELL YEAH I WOULD!' ... Now I'm starting to regret the bet! lol!

Oh well, I don't mind kissing a little ass ;-)

Anyway, back to the party - it was totally amazing. I met so many wonderful people, got to play with Mike Tanner, Richard Windsor, and a whole HELLUVA lot of really awesome, cool people. Other than my 'badges of honor' that didn't turn out to be so courageous looking (despite the agonizing pain of fire!!!), I have zero complaints about my experience. It rocked my socks off!

I'm kicking myself for not taking ANY pictures. JEEZ. I just had it in my head that cameras were NOT allowed.... so much so that I didn't even CONSIDER that it was acceptable to take pictures in our personal rooms! (Look at me being all good 'n shit!) ((grinz))

I have to tell y'all about my experience beFORE the party too .... I went to visit my 'wife' Aurora in Florida.. God, we had SO much fun!!! I have NO idea how much money I blew but I know it was completely unreasonable! lol! ... but hey! Daddy gave me the go ahead to have fun and blow some money! ... So I sho nuff did! :D That and I, of COURSE, had to sport my new 'itsy bitsy teeny weeny yellow polka dot bikini' while I was on the lovely coast of FL! :D

We shopped and shopped and SHOPPED til we literally DROPPED... unfortunately for me (or fortunately, depending on how you look at it), I was forcibly dropped to my KNEES ;-)

Let me explain.. Aurora and I went to visit a mutual friend of ours, Qreatine (on fetlife), and as soon as we walked in the door, he got me in a choke hold, brought me to my knees, and forced me over a table ... Then the wife took a knife and cut and then tore my shirt right off my back!!!! (She had forced me to wear an old shirt of hers to dinner before this.... I couldn't for the LIFE of me figure out why!!!)

It was SO hot.. then they stripped me down to my panties and tied me to the table face down - ankles and wrists bound... I couldn't move...

The set up was all for my first experiences with some other, more edgy sides of BDSM - electricity, knives, fire, and cupping..... It was AWESOME. They then proceeded to show me all the different tools of the trade... The electricity was decidedly not my thang... ;-) .... It was cool, but just a bit too painful for my liking! lol!.. I know that's hard to believe!

The cutting was a definitely subbie space possibility.. but I gotta admit it worries me to do that... Scarring and such... But still, a cool experience!

Fire? Totally different.. I LOVED it.. it was like instant subspace...

...Especially when he started putting the cups on me.. Cupping is DEF something I'd like to do again.. I wasn't real fond of the blisters I got (from the suction), but Aurora was totally proud of them! LOL

Anyway, it was all new and exciting and I'll play around with it more I'm sure eventually - at least the parts I liked ;-) .... But for now, I'm ready to get my spank back on!!!

See, the problem here is that since my ass is so out of commission, I keep wracking up all sorts of infractions! I don't know how I'll ever 'pay them all off!' Sheeeeeeeeeeessssssshhh....

I guess Daddy knows how, though.....

Oh damn, I almost forgot to mention.... I gotz mah titties pierced on the boardwalk!!!!

WOOT!

:D

And hell, FOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOK it! While we're showing nekky pictures, I may as well post the bare bottom bikini picture the wifey keeps goin' on and on and on about! ;-)

Back fat and all!!!! lol!!!

Boardwalk Badness Weekend

2011-04-24T03:26:00.000-05:00

Can I just say that I am BEYOND STOKED?????????????????????

OMG!!!!

All the talk on blogs and threads on forums all over the place is making me CRAZY!!!

I just cannot WAIT!!! I'm SO excited about going to see aurora in Florida first!!! We were talking earlier and making all sorts of plans for pedicures, shopping trips, accessorizing for the 20s gig in AC... ACK!!!

I am going CRAZY HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! LOL

I honestly don't think I can handle working the rest of this shift!!! (I'm at work for another fourteen hours! arrgghhh!!)

I want to go and get some new PJs, some new panties, (like Sarah Thorne was talking about!), get my eyebrows *did* :-P, a pedicure, maybe a manicure... There are so many things I want to do!!!

I may even wear my new blue eyes! Check out the contacts!!! Spooky eh? :D

I played around with the photo (obviously) so here's another one to show it a little more realistically lol... The contacts really do look pretty cool!! Juuuuuuust maybe a tad freaky deaky :D

I can't wait to hang out with my wifey! :D *grinz*

Roll on next week!!!

AC HERE WE COME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Something a little different...

2011-04-23T03:52:00.002-05:00

If you follow my 'goings on' inside the walls of fetlife, some of you may have already heard some of this..

Daddy and I went to a friend's house for this session.. he's a semi-professional photographer but only does it sort of as a side job type of thing.. he got some new kick ass equipment not too long ago and wanted to practice using the software so he said if I'd come out and let him do a shoot with me, he'd let me have the pics for free.. we did a set of vanilla pics and they turned out great!

Here's one of them...

Cool, huh? It was originally just on a green backdrop and he put that background in.. It's an awesome program. :-)

Anyway, we ended up shooting our latest videos there (hence the back drop you see in my latest videos - which are up on spankingtube and fetlife.. I'll link you in a sec) ...

Daddy and I really enjoyed our time out at his place and may do it again some time.. but we both agreed that being in the different setting put a strain on our normal 'flow of things' ... I guess because we were kind of out of our normal elements and weren't completely at ease... We do prefer the 'home' setting over the backdrop.... while the backdrop looked pretty professional, it made the scene (I think) look a little more staged... our videos are documentation of real life discipline that we just enjoy sharing with all of you... None of it is made up or staged.. hell, I couldn't act to save my life! lol... (As this video shows!! hahaha) So we want to make sure it keeps that 'feel' to it as well... you know, the bed, couches, windows - just an 'at home' feeling... What are your thoughts?

I think the videos actually turned out great... We did an interview type thing for the first time and not to toot my own horn but I thought it was awesome!! LOL... Daddy said I didn't act as much like the little submissive darling I normal do...

I felt a bit impish! What can I say! :D

And he still got to strap the hell out of me with that new razor strap so whatev ... (grinz)

*ahem*

Did I mention I freaking LOVE that razor strap?

Don't nobody go run off & tell Daddy that, though. ;-)

It feels SOOOOO good dude!!! It hurts and I scream out and cry & stuff.. but DAYUM. I just KNOW if Daddy had me laying on the bed - tummy down rather than bent over 'grabbing my ankles' like he did - I'd go RIGHT into subspace!!! I've always loved the Razor Strops.. they're effing PHENOMenal when it comes to subbiespace place ;-)

Just LOOK at the damage it can do, though! :D

That ain't RIGHT!! LOL!!

This scene started out with Daddy just sitting me down in front of him (like he ALLLWAYS does) and lecturing the ever living hell outta me.... makin me all nerrrrrrrrrvous 'n stuff... hell, he has a way of reducing me to the mental equivalent of a five year old little girl! lol.. I don't know how he does it..

After the interview/lecture, he told me to bend over and grab my ankles (just like I talked about in my last post) ... I didn't make a FACE PLANT like SOMEbody I know made a bet that I might lol... I actually stood my ground pretty well!! ..

That video is here

Anyway, I still got a pretty good strapping (in spite of me enjoying it to some degree.. what!? I can't help it! lol!) ... but the punishment DID come later...................

Oh dear GOD did it ever!!!

See, we have been discussing my ass-of-steal-ed-ness and the fact that sometimes spankings don't get through.............. at least to the point Daddy would like for them to. (I personally think they probably do more than he gives them credit to!!) lol...

So we started looking at other options... he thought of assigning written work .. except he'd make it something like writing a paper on something that would be beneficial to me.. or working on the book I've been 'talking' about writing for ages... he's not big on assigning just lines because he thinks I should be doing something productive with my time..

ANYway.. another thought we had was corporal punishment on OTHER parts of the body................ O.o

So we both did a little research and long story short...........

MY dumbass suggested hand strapping!

Oy!

I don't know what goes through this head of mine sometimes....................... HONESTlyyyyy....

Daddy loved the suggestion and ran with it... Which is why I got the Lochgelly on my freaking PALM.. It hurt like a @$%&&*$#!!!! (I believe I let y'all know just how bad it hurts in the video) *grin*
The LOCHGELLY!!!

I don't EVERRRRRRRRRRRRRR wanna feel that shit again!!!

OMG!!!

It was HORRID!!! I cried and cried.. Poor me!!

But.................. I have to admit................ mayyyyyyyyybe it'll actually get through to me... :-/

Ugh.

There I go running my mouth again!!!!

That video is here

I love the end of that video when daddy brings me over for a great big hug... I love that y'all got to see that.. he's always great with after care and I honestly do believe it hurts him to hurt me - at least at that level.. he could tell there was zero pleasure involved in this punishment...

I really am one of the lucky ones... I have so many wonderful people in my life... and Daddy is absolutely A-MA-ZING! I adore him ... he really is like a dad to me and I feel so very blessed. I cherish him and his love more than I can even put into words...

Anyway, about the new paddle! We didn't use it! lol! .. I think it had something to do with the new setting we were in.. just didn't cross either of our minds... But I had brought it with us in a little black bag...

We met in a town halfway between our homes and rode together to our friend's house.. A few days after the session, Daddy was letting one of his colleagues into the back seat of his car, and there lay the 'little black bag'... which he quickly scooped up and threw into the trunk........

Ooooooooooooopppppppppsssssssssss :-/

One must wonder how THAT little mistake might fair on my lil ass........ O.o

But that'll have to wait.. I'm on my way to Atlantic City this coming Monday!! WOOOOOTTTTT!!!!

I'm going to Boardwalk Badness Weekend with the SSNY group.. I can't BELIEVE it's already here!!! Been looking forward to it since the Fall and I'm totaaaaaallllllllllllllly excited! :D :D :D

I'm going to Florida first, though, for a couple of days to visit the lovely aurora_thiel... She's my 'wife' on fetlife... *grinz*

Look for updates here as the week goes on! I'm gonna miss Daddy sooooooo much!

I'm so ready for this vacation though. Work and school and everything else has been just so demanding lately.. I just graduated with my Bachelor's recently, though, and I got a brand new shift that'll leave me off work all week, Monday through Friday - working only weekends.

LOTS of time off to get in lots of trouble! ;-)

Package from the mailman............

2011-04-18T14:46:00.000-05:00

I was NOT forewarned about this purchase, DADDY!!!!

And I'm not at ALL looking forward to its delivery... :-/

NO idea why I'm smiling!!!

Buttttttttttt................ I guess I *do* deserve it. :-( Ughhhh ... Daddy's actually never paddled me before. :-/

... I'm kinda (ok, a lot) skeeeerdddd...

I've been trying REALLY hard to do better, though. I was allowed to go out today for awhile if I wanted to but I stayed home instead cuz I didn't think I deserved that privilege. Daddy really is so fair and good to me... and I've been totally disrespecting him and his authority lately...

I'm gonna make some big changes... I love him so much and he deserves to be respected a whole hell of a lot more than I've been showing him lately...

This pic is just to show the size of the paddle... It's really REALLY heavy and dense... And NOOOO the red on my ass is NOT from me testing it out!

I got a lil burnt in the tannin' bed this mornin'..... :-{

My ass is looking pretty well unscathed at the moment...................

I guess I can kiss it good bye now, though...

Tomorrow evening it is......

Daddy and I are going to a friend's house for the session. He's gonna shoot videos and stills of us while I get my spanking... So Daddy will have *all* of his attention on me............

That just this very moment occurred to me.....

My bum is suddenly beginning to get a lil tingly.............. :-/

Grab your ankles

2011-04-17T01:51:00.002-05:00

Here's the latest from Daddy... I guess graduating with my Bachelor's wasn't enough to help me get out of *that* much trouble. I'm not gonna be punished for the tickets or running out of gas... Hell, I'd hate to see what he'd have to say if I WAS! .... I found this email in my inbox tonight....

My Babygurl,
Last week I punished you for keeping secrets from me. After I spanked you, I informed you that you were grounded for two weeks. I instructed you to go to work, go straight home and do nothing else. You acknowledged the restriction and indicated that you would comply. Two days later, you defied my explicit instructions relating to your restrictions. In lieu of staying at home when not working as required, you went on an unauthorized shopping trip that turned into a spending spree. Clearly you learned your lesson about keeping secrets from me quite well as you were brazen enough to post details of your wild spending and pictures of your purchases on a web site for the whole world to see. Unfortunately, this caused everyone to witness the manner in which you disregard my instructions. Once again, you defied me and this time, made a public demonstration of your lack of respect for me and my instructions. You made it obvious to everyone that I was not controlling you and that you were going to ignore my instructions and do as you please.
I have already asked you for an explanation of this conduct and all you could tell me was that you were really, really sorry. From your response, I can only assume you do not have a valid excuse. As a result, it will be necessary for me to punish you once again.
This time there will be no hand spanking, warm-up or licks delivered to your clothed bottom. I intend to make this a punishment you will never forget. I'm not going to place you over my knee nor am I going to have you lie on or drape yourself over the edge of the bed as I have done in the past - that is too easy and it's just not working. This time, I will require you to stand at the center of the room with your bottom bare. When instructed to do so, you will bend forward at the waist, keep your legs straight and grasp both of your ankles firmly with your hands. You will be required to stay in that position to receive thirty well-laid on lashes of the razor strop across your bare bottom and upper thighs. Please be warned that every time your hands leave your ankles during the strapping, I will add five penalty lashes.
I regret that it has become necessary for me to punish you in such a cold and harsh manner. Your public defiance of my rules and the related disrespect for me simply cannot and will not be tolerated any longer.
I will provide instructions to govern your continued grounding along with other restrictions and added chores at the conclusion of your strapping. I love you very much and I take very good care of you. I'm not going to permit you to embarrass me like this ever again. When the strapping starts, you will immediately realize just how upset I am with your lack of respect of me and your intentional defiance of my instructions.
Love Daddy

It was nice knowin' y'all.... :-/

Grounded

2011-04-14T22:40:00.003-05:00

I guess Daddy meant it when he told me I was grounded for two weeks and to only work and take care of necessities...

I just wanted to go shopping, though!

I look SOOOOO cute, too!

Just LOOK at me! :D

Daddy agreed that I looked super adorable! .... But he's still gonna punish me for breaking my restriction and.. *ahem* for going a tad tiddly bit overboard with my shopping spree....

I guess two dresses, a skirt, a shirt, a pair of shoes, some earrings, a necklace, two pairs of sunglasses, and a phone charger *is* a tad on the excessive side. 0_o

I just couldn't help myself!!!!!

So now it looks like it's the cane and new razor strop on Monday....

He said something about bending over and grabbing my ankles for this one.......................... :-/

I gotta start beHAVING myself!!!

I have the best Daddy in the world. He is so patient with me in spite of me and I love him so very, very much!

I'm sorry I was a bad girl again, daddy.. I promise I'll try to do better... :-(

*Edit*

Let's just add on to the list that I ran out of freaking gas on the way home from work, SHALL we???........ I've been looking at the *Enough* light (as a friend of mine calls it) for days now.. Is it because I couldn't afford gas? Nope. Not this time. I just never got around to putting any in my tank!!!!!!!!!! ... Luckily, I was just around the block from my house when my car died... and I was able to pull over and call my aunt to come and pick me up....

Annnnnd the conversation we had via text about this whole siteeeation....

Me: Um... How much trouble would I be in if I told you I ran out of gas and I'm on the side of the road several blocks away from home........ :-/

Daddy: You are kidding me! What the hell is wrong with you, princess? Do you need help? I want you safe!

Me: My aunt's on her way! I'm safe. Just retarded!!

Daddy: You are not going to enjoy our next date, babygirl. Thanks for letting me know you are safe.

Oy VEY!

REALLY?????????????????????????

REALLY DEBS????

I wonder if I should just go panty-less this weekend..............

Secrets.....

2011-04-12T02:19:00.000-05:00

I honestly have the best Daddy out there.. he's so SWEET! And loving, and caring, and compassionate, and genuine.................. and DAMN does he spank hard!!!!

I've been going through some stuff (I'll spare you the boring details) ... but I chose to spare daddy the details at first, too, which is what got me in this mess to begin with!

Well, I learned a good lesson today.. :-/

When I pulled up to Daddy's house, he was standing outside the door holding an ENORMOUS frat paddle! I thought I was gonna shit myself! lol!...

Turns out he didn't use it on me.. lil turdlet he is! ... but I still got one helluva spankerin... mostly with his hand.. which, consequently, ended him up with some 'badges of honor' himself! (Big huge grin)

It hurt.. and made me cry... and taught me a good lesson.. but it also made me realize just how much I love him... if he didn't care about me and love me as much as he says he does, he wouldn't have given a rat's ass about my mood and actions lately..

I tend to bottle everything up inside when things are going well.. Hell, a lot of times I'll just go silent.. And that CAN be a good thing, honestly, because I've learned over the years that things almost always calm down and don't seem so crazy bad if you let 'em sit for awhile..

But this particular issue festered for just a bit too long I suppose.. so I began finding things to blame it on.. blowing up on people.. just losing the plot.. it wasn't pretty. :-/

But I finally unloaded on Daddy (like he says in his letter) and it was unbelievably therapeutic.

Too bad he couldn't keep it at that!... Nope, he wasn't gonna let me get away with this one..

The video is posted here.

Anyway, I'm feeling much MUCH better now.. All spanked and cried out and happy. I'm working on improving my life and things are looking a lot brighter. Thanks so much for all of your words of encouragement!

I love my fellow spanko pervies! :-)

And I love the fact that I'm a spanko.. we're the lucky ones I tell ya!

Letter from Daddy.....

2011-04-10T23:06:00.003-05:00

I got it this evening in my inbox.... I think it pretty much speaks for itself... :-/

You know that you are to be punished tomorrow morning. I’m writing to make certain that you clearly and completely understand what you did wrong, why you are being punished and how you can avoid putting us through something as unpleasant as this in the future.

During the last few weeks, you were extremely moody. You were constantly shifting from being very happy to utter despair in less than an hour. At times, you would lash out and hurt those that you love and those that love you. When asked what the problem was, you were not forthcoming. In lieu of being forthright and honest with me, you denied anything was bothering you and claimed to just be feeling sad. I was left to wonder and guess what the problem was and spent a lot of time being helpless and only able to watch and worry. Several times I made a guess and asked you if this or that was the source of your mood. When I was wrong, you would often became angry with me for asking and continued on with being miserable and making those around you feel the same way.
You continued with your charade and made putting up your false front until Friday afternoon when you finally blew your top and experienced a total meltdown. Still, you refused to trust me and confide in me so together we could search for a solution. As I watched you and listened to you, the clues started to come together and it became clear to me what the problem was. When I confronted you with it, you broke down and cried. All the hurt and anger inside of you gushed out in great volume. I listened, I asked a few questions and then I was finally able to analyze the situation. You and I were then able to discuss the problem and we quickly formed a game plan to hopefully correct the situation. In the matter of a few hours, you were upbeat, moving forward and back to being the happy and fun person I know and love.
You had no right to hide and conceal your problem from me. Your deceitful conduct caused me undo worry and harm. Sadly, I am not the only one that felt helpless as they suffered along with you. You have always claimed to be an open book and for the most part, you are, When it comes to the things you like and what makes you happy, you are excited and ready to tell the whole world how you feel. Unfortunately, when it comes to the things you do not like and stuff that does not make you happy, you slam that book closed in our faces and leave us guessing.
Your conduct placed you, me, the people you work with, your friends and those that you love and that love you at extreme risk. You had no right to do what you did. You had no reason not to trust me and confide in me and frankly, I’m hurt by your concealment of the problem. I am going to make damn sure you understand just how badly you hurt me and how disappointed I am with the manner in which you dealt with the issue. I’m going to punish you severely in hopes that you will learn from this mistake and never, ever repeat it.
I want you to report to me in the morning for your spanking young lady. I’m going to give you exactly what you have earned and deserve. Because this is such a serious matter and goes to the heart of our relationship, I plan to give you the longest and hardest whipping I ever have. I beg you to learn from this and to never do it again.
Daddy

Just feelin'....... blah lately...

2011-04-09T03:28:00.000-05:00

Ever just get TIRED of submitting? I know do. There are simply just times you want to tell your significant (Dom) to go and find a cock and shove it straight up their ass.

:-)

Granted, this action doesn't generally produce very pleasant results...

Having said that, I don't feel negatively towards Daddy.. he's been supportive through my little ''pissy'' episode.. and I love him all the more for it...

But sweet JAZUZ I'm in a terrible mood lately! Maybe I'm just pmsing...

Maybe what I really DO need is my ass beat to all hell... It's been over a week, afterall!!

I dunno... I have to make sure I'm good 'n whitened up for Boardwalk Badness Weekend in Atlantic City ! ... That's comin' up right around the corner! ... I'm totally stoked about it.. already have the time off work, child care planned out, flights booked, hotel reserved... all set 'n ready to go! ...

But I need a good beating.. I think, anyway... Monday I suppose will be the day I decide that.. I was supposed to meet up with Daddy this morning.. but I didn't feel so hot and fell asleep after my bath... he wasn't too pleased with me not calling or texting or messaging him to let him know... not until after the fact, anyway...

So at least he has a reason to wallop the hell out of me!

Sorry this update isn't more juicy... maybe I'll get spanked Monday... maybe not... Either way, I'll keep y'all posted!

Meanwhile... just .... know that I'm in a real shitty ass mood. And I ain't in the mood to take no shit off NObody.............

Juz' Sayin...

Ecstasy

2011-04-01T14:50:00.000-05:00

So here's the deal:

Daddy certainly had me in trepidation this time around, as you could tell by my last post... he undoubtedly has a way with words - he had me trembling in my boots... and I wasn't even wearing any shoes! ... I cried THREE times before he even spanked me! ... I think he felt marginally bad for me the night before, because he ended up coming out and taking me to dinner and cuddling me... but he managed to make me cry (yet again!) after dinner!

Part of that might have been because he showed me the new XH punishment strap. O.0

Skeery innit! The picture truly doesn't do it justice. I sat in the passenger seat of his car and he handed it to me - told me to run it through my fingers and feel the weight and strength of it. I was petrified. It was very thick, very sturdy, very heavy. I didn't know if I could handle it... but I knew I had no choice.

The next morning he arrived as scheduled. It was a scary moment for me... Daddy looked very stern and determined to teach me a lesson. He laid the punishment strap down in clear view for me to contemplate before my spanking began. As it stood, I was also in the process of writing lines I'd been assigned by another one of my Tops. (What's a girl to do when she has multiple tops!) ... Daddy made me finish them before he began. I reluctantly agreed as he snapped a picture of me. I guess he thought I looked cute!... or something....

Personally, I could have done without the lines assignment... but I spose that's part of being..... submissive!

Oh, and, uh.... naughty. (grin)

I'll make a long story short. While he most certainly brought me to tears multiple times during the morning, the irony of it was that the spanking itself wasn't so bad at all! ... and the tears were evoked from his stern lectures more than anything. That, and he said one phrase which got the flood works going: ''You can't always go back and change mistakes in life.''

The lecture was actually about school work and the importance of staying on task with it. But my abortion just flashed in front of my face. It's a thing of my past that I've yet to completely grieve. I'll write more on that subject at a later date, but let's just say I had a good 20 minute cry (before I even bent over...........) that I believe was quite therapeutic to me.

Feeling sorry for me yet? (wink) ... A friend of mine made a comment on this picture - ''You cry so pretty.'' I quite liked that comment! Hadn't ever considered the beauty of my blubberings! lol! Annnnyway...

The rest of the punishment was ... (ahem)... corporal... O.0 .... and there were tears, yes, but I can't lie and say the spanking itself was all that terrible. Now my ass is known for its resiliency among my Tops - not by my own strength, really, but rather how many times I've been whipped!... the marks just don't show up like they used to... still, not a bad session. Here's a couple of photos from the scene. I'll post the video on spankingtube eventually...

As you can see from the pictures, my bottom only ended up a little red. Even though I don't mark too easily, this was a particularly light session - especially considering the buildup Daddy gave me toward it. I was ... a bit surprised! ... but more importantly, unfulfilled. :-/ .... Luckily, so was Daddy...

Which brings me to my next topic of discussion on this quite lengthy blog update! (big grin) .... and it's the part that explains the title of it - ECSTASY. The experience was like none other. Absolutely mind - blowing. but I won't say anymore about that because I've already written an account of it which is to follow. I do hope you enjoy! Get yourself ready to be all hot 'n bothered ........ well, I mean, if you tick anything like I do. And, well, let's face it. If you're reading this blog, chances are you're just as much a perv as yours truly! (wink)

ECSTASY

by debs 2011

'Just GET here and get up to your room, young lady.'

Those were the words staring at me on the screen of my phone. I’d just arrived at Daddy’s place… we had planned to get together this morning for a session… We’d had a disciplinary session just the day before, but we admittedly both left the scene feeling somehow unfulfilled. We have an amazing ability to communicate non-verbally… and we both… just knew…

So when I got to his house and received this message from him, I just smiled and enjoyed it. It sent lovely shrills up my spine as I read it several times over… Daddy always knows exactly what words to say to me to get the butterflies swarming and the rushes of pleasure streaming through my body…

I read the message one last time before stepping carefully out of my car… I was sort of excited about this session because we’d decided it was going to be a ‘hand spanking only’ day… It was pretty much… just an attempt to ‘fulfill’ the scene from the day before… so I had no worries about it being a horrible punishment type situation…

I was in trouble, yes, for being rude to a mutual friend of ours. (WHO I’d - by the way - already apologized to!)… but Daddy clearly didn’t think an apology was enough… Still, it was only a hand spanking. He’d said he’d spank me with his hand til I cried or he died tryin’… I didn’t want Daddy to die! …. But I knew my pain threshold and I knew I could win this battle of wills. ;-)

Still, I absolutely love the thrill of pure submission… so I got my head in the right place, gingerly stepped out of my car, and made my way up to his door. It was a cool morning so when I got to the door, I was ready to jump right in the house! I had a short skirt on … not entirely appropriate for 45 degree weather, but I wanted to look cute! And Daddy had complimented this skirt more than once.

He opened the door and I barged right on in like I owned the place … Henry, his sweet 1 year old dog met me with a welcoming jump up on my chest! … I laughed and pet him and let him devour me with love and kisses as Daddy tried to tell him to stop it… unsuccessfully…

In spite of Henry’s persistent puppy love and kisses, I did notice an unexpected presence Daddy had about himself… maybe it was a look; I’m not sure, but I do know that there was something hanging over him that grabbed my attention.. In an effort to defer his attention, I just ran into him and wrapped my arms around him. He can’t ever, ever resist cuddles from his baby girl. He naturally embraced me and it felt so warm and right and just… perfect. He melted into the precious Daddy he is… momentarily…

I’d had way too much coffee this morning, so needed to use the restroom. He smiled and nodded… when I returned, however, ‘teddy bear Daddy’ had vanished again…

‘Up to your room, now,’ he softly ordered me, pointing at the stair case that lead to the spare room upstairs. The room that was used specifically for punishment sessions. I hesitated slightly and looked at him with a mildly pleading eye… which landed me a firm swat over my skirt. I jumped to attention and did as I was told, swinging the creaking door open … before retreating up the steps…

I was loving every second of it. I was so excited and invigorated and couldn’t WAIT to get over his knee! … I fit like a GLOVE over his lap. Never before had I fit a man’s lap so well… and his hands… they were so big and strong and powerful. I absolutely adored getting hand spankings from Daddy. I tried not to make my apparent excitement too obvious as I trudged up the stairs, Daddy following closely behind me.

As I got to the top of the steps, I glanced around the room. There was a chair sitting in the center of the room. Exactly what I was expecting – no surprises there. Then I hear Daddy’s booming voice begin the scolding. God, is he good at that. It’s like he steps into my mind and pulls out exactly the things I want and need to hear… and then reiterates them to me in exactly the fashion and tone and intensity that I need… it’s amazing…

‘What am I going to do with you?’

I just stood there, fiddling my fingers, eyes cast downward at the floor. I genuinely was embarrassed. He had been known to make me cry from lecturing alone! …

‘What did you SAY to him?’ his voice grew somewhat louder…

‘I… well, Daddy, I just was offended… and…’

‘I ASKED you what you SAID to him!’ his voice boomed this time…

I jumped at his persistence and once again noted an unexpected urgency … firmness … strictness about the way he was carrying himself – almost as if he had something planned that I hadn’t prepared myself for. I again just brushed it off as nothing and continued the role of bad little girl being lectured by her disappointed Daddy.

‘I told him I was offended and lost my temper, Daddy,’ I sheepishly admitted.

‘And what words did you use?’

‘I…’ I hesitated…

‘WHAT WORDS did you use?’

‘I used the F-word, Daddy,’ I looked up at him ashamedly and genuinely felt bad about the way I’d treated our friend. I had been offended but it was silly for me to be that way… and my friend certainly didn’t deserve to be spoken to that way.

I continued, ‘The F-word and GD…… I’m sorry, Daddy….’

‘You are MY babygirl, damnit. You will NOT speak to our friends or ANYbody in that manner. I am SO disappointed in you. You used foul and abusive language AGAIN! This is the THIRD time we’ve had to discuss this, this week and I WILL NOT HAVE IT!’

I jumped at his sudden outrage, ‘Daddy I know and I’m sorry, I… I just…’

He didn’t even let me finish my thought before pointing to my skirt.

‘Drop it. Now.’

I looked at him once last time hoping he’d vouch for lifting the skirt rather than requiring me to completely remove it.

‘DO IT NOW’, he barked… I did.

I reached down and slowly unbuttoned my skirt and slipped out of it, gently folding it in half as I placed it on the ground beside me. He stood there and looked at me once more before angrily sitting on the chair and throwing me over his lap.

‘I’m going to teach you a LESSON today, young lady!’

I, actually quite gracefully, fell right over his lap, perfectly into position, in my rightful place… he wrapped his right leg around the backs of mine, locking me into position. I was feeling guilty about the way I’d treated our friend… but I can’t lie – I was absolutely loving this scene.

The first blow came down harder than he’d ever smacked me before. It literally took my breath away. I loved it. The blows continued raining down, the pace getting faster and faster and the intensity stronger… stronger than ever before…

He continued lecturing me between strokes and was really tanning my ass.. I mean, he really was spanking me very, very hard. But… well, this was a battle of wills… I wouldn’t dare tear up from a hand spanking! … and I sure enough didn’t…

At one point, he actually began spanking me with BOTH hands at once… he’d been working out and boy could I ever TELL it! … he was spanking me as hard as he possibly could… and it was the hardest I’d ever been spanked by hand. No question about that.

But cry.... I did not.

Finally, he stopped for a moment, standing me up in front of him; I was a bit pouty, but nowhere near tears. Then he did something I never in a million years would have ever expected.

‘I’m going to REALLY teach you a lesson, today, young lady. I’m going to teach you something called RESPECT! … You’ll NOT disrespect other people. THAT, girl, reflects poorly on ME, as your Daddy. And it is NOT something I will tolerate. EVER.’

I nodded, ‘Yes, Sir, I’m sorry, I really really am sorry Daddy…It won't ever happen again...’

I looked up at him curiously… He was still going to teach me … ? I didn’t quite understand… He walked over to the dresser and that was the first time I noticed the pile of his most severe implements he owned. I quickly and heavily gasped ... my eyes grew large as the realization of what was about to happen begun to sink in. We had discussed getting together the following Tuesday for a planned disciplinary session in regards to my being rude and disrespectful… but today? Not today, surely!

‘Yes, little girl, you’re going to be whipped like you ain’t never been whipped before. GET over the end of that bed across those pillows!’

I KNEW I was in for it now. He NEVER made me bend over the end of the bed unless I was to be properly punished. The end of that bed was certainly not for hand spankings.

‘Daddy, NO!’

I, for maybe the first time ever, felt genuinely afraid of what was coming. I hadn’t prepared myself for this! I NEEDED time to prepare! I was only getting a hand spanking today! I wasn’t supposed to be getting whipped until next week! And even THEN I didn’t know if he’d really, truly whip me! … After all, the spanking from the day before was NOTHING! … and he’d told me he was going to take the skin off my hide!... I was in shock here… and sometimes shock can lead to unrealistic pleadings…

‘PLEASE, Daddy! Not today, please, Daddy! No!’ I desperately begged him for mercy as he grabbed me by the wrist and guided me towards the bed, not at all being gentle about it.

‘YES. Today,' he growled at me.

‘GET OVER THAT BED.’

He reached for the Dragon Cane, the Heavy Lochgelly Tawse, and the new XH Glasgow punishment strap. NOW the flood works began. I knew there was no turning back. Daddy was going to whip me. Right now. Right here. And he wasn’t playing around this time. I KNEW there was something different about him.

He started with the cane. It was like no other time before. He came down with such force … such ANGER… yet it was controlled anger. Controlled brutality. And it was fast. VERY fast. The strokes were landing so quickly one after another and so powerfully that the swish of the cane could be heard twice as many times… once as it came down, once as it was raised back up for the next stroke. Swish SWISH! Swish SWISH! ... you can imagine... One agonizing stripe after another, he relentlessly caned my bare ass with absolute resolve of punishment.

Oh there were plenty of screams and pleadings…

‘No, DADDY NO!! PLEEEASE!’

I cried out in desperation… the pain was…….. nearly unbearable… yet he continued. I sobbed and cried as the strokes landed, each one ripping through my threshold… When I thought I could take NO more, he picked up the Lochgelly…

‘You’re familiar with THIS one, aren’t you, little girl?’

‘Yes SIR! PLEASE no more! I’m so sorry, Daddy, please please please!!!!’

I begged between breathless sobs for him to just stop… please STOP! … but that wasn’t in his plans. Not stopping. Not now.

He drew way, way back and came down on my ass like there was no tomorrow with that wicked, two tailed piece of leather. God, the bite. God, the agony. It was unreal! I was truly being punished. Undoubtedly punished. I sobbed into my pillow as I began attempting to just embrace the pain… embrace the submission. There was no getting out of this. I knew I deserved it. Maybe not for the initial reason the session was for (alone), but certainly for a combination of other infractions I’d felt slighted for in the past…

...so I accepted it.

I screamed and cried and begged and he lectured and yelled at me and I screamed back in between sobs my required answers of ‘Yes , Sir, I promise, Sir.. never again, Sir.. I swear it, Sir!.. PLEASE, Sir, I’m SORRY Sir!’… and it was a good thing I answered, properly, too…

Cuz Daddy wasn’t near finished with me. After he suitably punished me with the tawse, he laid it down and picked up the XH punishment strap. At this point I was in so much distress and agony that I didn’t even see it coming before the first body jolting blow thrust my bottom forward in shock and awe. It literally took my breath right from my chest and just as I was getting a breath in, another landed… one after the other… powerful blows, crazy intensity, unbelievable pain…

It must have been somewhere around this stage that my mind started to swim away… the memories are somewhat cloudy from here… I’m fairly certain it was now that he returned to the cane and begin caning me even harder and faster than before… He may have switched it up between those implements again… I know the spanking did continue on for a little while longer… but I was on the verge… the verge of absolute bliss. That first glorious rush of endorphins knocked on my body’s door of senses and I anxiously awaited its pleasures … when suddenly…

‘Get up and lay across that bed, young lady.’

Now we've defined the true meaning of punishment.

RIGHT at the cusp – and he stops.

I lay down on the bed defeated, sobbing, incoherently I continued my heaving and crying into the pillows. Daddy began rubbing my bottom. He continued with his lectures, albeit at a much softer tone than before… he gently rubbed my bottom, making remarks about how bad the marks looked. Then he began pushing and squeezing on the welts. I moaned out in pain, ‘Please STOP Daddy, that HURTS! Oh Daddy PLEEEEEASE don’t do that!’ …

He ignored my pleas and continued pressing and squeezing and pushing… the pain was horrible. I just sobbed in absolute defeat…

‘I wish I could say it was over, but it isn’t.’

The words STUNG me… I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I was on the VERGE of SUBLIME ecstasy in the way of subspace just moments before! … and he interrupted the spanking… I fell back down to reality, back down to the agony, the pain, the suffering, the tears… only to be brought BACK to the spanking? I couldn’t do this! It was too much! I needed that release! The endorphins were gone!

‘NOOOO, DADDY NOOOO PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEASE oh God please NO, Daddy I can’t DO ITTTTT!’ I screamed out…

I couldn’t! He couldn’t! I pitifully begged him not to do it… But damnit, if he didn’t stick to his guns. He was DETERMINED to get through to me this time…

DETERMINED! …

I gritted my teeth and prepared for the most agonizing cane stripe yet as he drew back as high as he could…. The cane swished powerfully through the air before cracking triumphantly across my severely punished flesh.... I waited for the RUSH of evil anguish… it was almost as if time stood still… everything around me grew quiet… grew motionless. I had expected my body to react how it had initially. I had thought that the endorphins had left my body… I was sure that the subspace realm had left for good…

Oh god was I ever wrong. The rush of goodness that initial stroke brought down on me was so absolutely glorious that I didn’t even process it! … I continued the tears and crying through several strokes… but they were involuntary at this point… After a few lashes, I think Daddy had decided I’d suffered enough, and laid the cane aside…

‘Don’t stop now….’

I barely whispered to him… he leaned in closer because he couldn’t make out the words…

‘Not now… please don’t stop…’

I could barely get the words out as my head spun in wonder and my flesh devoured the pleasure, lapping it up like a honey bee on a ripe new flower, overflowing with sweet pollen…

Every pore, every sense, every hair, every …. Everything…. just absolutely rushed with pleasure. Subspace. A place I’d visited before, yes… but NEVER like this.. absolutely never this far had I traveled.

Daddy recognized what was happening and instead of doing the cruel thing and ending the session, preventing me from experiencing this divine pleasure further, he reached back and picked up the cane. Or was it the strap? The tawse?

God knows I wouldn't know... All I know is he continued raining blow after blow down on my bottom, on my thighs. They were intense, powerful blows… I have the welts and bruises to prove it. The blows elicited zero response from me.

Absolutely. No. Movement.

Not even a mere flinch. He continued on a little longer, each powerful stroke sending sheer ecstasy through my veins…

Finally, he stopped. He knew I’d had quite enough. It wasn’t injury he was interested in. Just punishment, and now, ironically – pleasure. A pleasure I’d not known up until this moment… He attempted talking to me, but there was no use.I was swimming in a different realm. I was dancing with the clouds – completely absent from this place.

That experience, my friends…. is what this ''thing we do'' is all…. about.

Maybe on this particular day.... I shouldn't have worn such a short skirt. (wink)

Deep......... trouble....

2011-03-29T23:01:00.000-05:00

I'm always seeming to find myself in it... always managing to find myself upended and bared, ready for a yet another punishment. I don't know why I don't ever learn! I really don't enjoy the punishments... contrary to popular belief.

This time it was for being ridiculously irresponsible about school.. I'm THREE weeks away from graduating... and I skipped a class that was vitally important for these last few weeks.. I think I've managed to get it sorted and I'm gonna be ok... but... I did get very close to losing it all ... a risk I truly shouldn't have taken... too much to lose..

I got this email from Daddy when I got home this afternoon...

Babygurl,

I have no choice but to give you the spanking that Bill has requested. I think you know that. I want you to go ahead and find the spanking tawse. You are going to get the little naughty school girl spanking you have earned by not doing your homework and causing your dear friend to have to spend his valuable time doing your work. You should plan on spending a lot of time over my knee getting your bare bottom and the backs of your thighs leathered. I will expect you to contact Bill after you are punished and give him the full apology he is entitled to. He is a dear friend and loves you very much.

Yesterday, you were big enough to go onto FL and offer your apology for the fowl and abusive language you used in response to my post and the way it insulted me. If you will give me your word that it will never happen again, I am willing to forgive you and not punish you for it. This will save you from an extensive mouth soaping and washing that I have planned. Please be aware that in the unlikely event there is a repeat of such disgusting behavior, I will soap and wash your mouth out during three separate weekly encounters.

The third and final matter relates to your not purchasing the text book, your subsequent failing of a test and your missing a very important class. I think we both agree that this is all based upon not trying and not doing important things that you know were critical. You indicated in your message that Bill thought you might receive a "taste" of the XH punishment strap for these issues. Frankly, I feel you deserve more then just a "taste" and should have your butt worn out for what you did and didn't do. I know how much you hate and are fearing this punishment so I will provide you with an option. You can select between not going to the party in NJ or submitting to the leathering of your backside with the XH punishment strap. The choice is yours to make. In the event you do elect the strapping, please know that it will be applied to your bare bottom while you are laying face down on the bed with a stack of pillows elevating your bottom for the lashes.

I regret very much that your recent conduct has brought us to this difficult point in our relationship. I beg you redouble your efforts and to improve your behavior so as to spare us the agony of going through something like this - or even worse in the future.

Daddy

So I guess it looks like my ass.............. is grass........ I got to see the strap in person tonight... Daddy came over and took me to dinner... we had a long talk... he managed to get me in tears just from the lecture!... he did cuddle me afterward and told me how much he loved me... but that I was still going to be punished in the morning..

I'm totally exhausted and have a big day tomorrow so I'm calling it a night......... Of course..... I'll keep you posted....

He's back.................

2011-03-08T13:15:00.000-06:00

I have a wonderful disciplinarian. It's hard to know what to ''call'' him...

*hates labels*

Mentor? Top? Daddy? Disciplinarian?

Whatever. He's wonderful. He's always looking out for my best interests and truly cares about me. The relationship is strictly platonic and he delivers only disciplinary spankings to me. I realize some have a hard time understanding how we can both be fulfilled in this way, but we are. So deal with it. :-P

Anyway, he has been out of the country the past month... and he returns sometime today... I'm SOOO excited to see him!!!!! ...... as it happens he seems to be a bit *ahem* .... ready to see me as well...

I wish I could say that I'm only going to be greeted with a hug on his return..... but.................. well........ see, I made the stupid mistake of getting out a cash advance from one of those loan shark places several weeks ago... he was none too pleased with me and I was actually punished for it...

The dear actually paid off the loan for me....

I had a few things come up after he left the country for vacation and... well, (cough) I went and got another one. :-/ ... I ummm... don't think Niko's ''correction'' on that issue is going to suffice....

I believe Thursday is ''D-day''...

(On a lighter note, he DID say he was bringing me a souvenir!)

2011-03-07T16:15:00.000-06:00

Well, this is my very first post on my very first blog! And wouldn't you know it... I'm in a TERRIBLE mood!

... I'm not sure what it is that's gotten under my skin, but one thing's for sure:

I feel like peeling myself out of my own skin and going completely APE SHIT CRAZY on a poor, defenseless, unsuspecting, sad motherfucker!

:-)

I'll refrain, though.

This is most certainly one of those days when it would be quite beneficial to have a spanker available at my beck and call. It's nice to be single sometimes. Hell, I'm able to come and go as I please, when I please, how I please... answering to no one person.

But I can't lie - sometimes I wish I had someone around all the time. I just wanna snap my fingers and POOF! .... he appears, ready to pull off his scrumptiously thick, brown leather belt... with which he'll double over and proceed to give me the most intense, powerful, breathtaking whipping on the ripe flesh of my bare bottom..... mmmm..... ever imaginable. Yep yep. That's what I need.

I suppose I don't really wanna have a "snap my fingers and he appears" type of situation, though. Not if I'm truly honest with myself. What I need is a man who will control, control, control. And if I'm resistant? He must spank, spank, spank. :-) .... I'm a tough nut to crack, though...

It's amazing, really, how much a good, hard, relentless, cruel beating can revive the soul! Alas, I shall have to wait.... After all, it was only just a few days ago that I was given a wonderful spanking, alongside a good friend of mine. We both see Niko fairly regularly and we thought it'd be a blast to get together and receive spankings side by side! ... the result was most definitely epic. B-)

Check out the video here.

Clearly we all enjoyed ourselves immensely ;-) .... but sometimes you need more than a hearty laugh, ya know? Sometimes what you need is a good cry. No, not good. You need a terrible, painful, agonizing BAWL. That's certainly the way I'm feeling right now, anyway.

Yes, a good cry. That's what I need.

Does that make me a sicko? Maybe. Do I care?

Nope. :-)

As it stands, I've done a very naughty thing. Seems as though it's going to be addressed later this week. Maybe I'll get what I need after all. Hmmm... This may quite possibly be a time when I ought to be careful what I wish for...............

Watch this space....