Ohh the things we do...

SO... Tonight, I asked for a spanking. I really wanted/needed one. I texted Owen while I was at work and asked if he would and of course, he happily said yes. I was sooo excited to get home and have his hands on my ass, spanking away. It started out sexy and erotic. He had me bent over a chair with my back perfectly arched and was being very thorough. It was amazing.

But alas, dear readers, the good times had to end whenever I decided I wanted to stomp my feet. He tried to stop me so what did I do?? Oh yes... you guessed it!! I stomped right on his foot and asked why I couldn't stomp my feet? TWICE! with my voice raised.

Owen 1 Ty 0

I'm sure you know how the story ends but let me tell you anyway. He immediately ceased all action and stood there. I could hear his heavy breathing of frustration and knew I was in for it. So like a good little lady, I waited.

And waited.

And waited.

I thought maybe he was going to just walk and say he was done but no, he grabbed the belt and gave me FIVE excruciatingly painful licks (as he calls them) and I was down on my knees with tears welling in my eyes. He came down to my level and I apologized.

Thankfully, all was forgiven.

And this is what my ass looked like after:




Did I deserve it? Hell yes. Did I learn a lesson? Of course. Will I act defiant and immature again? Probably.

One day, hopefully, I'll learn!

XoXo,
Ty

Bridezilla

Planning a wedding is bringing out my naughty side to even the vanillas. I am constantly lashing out at innocent bystanders and breathing fire down people's necks... I don't know what is getting to me more... the guest list or the vendors?! But I do know I deserve a spanking. A royally painful spanking.

Notice the excitement in the bridesmaid's face? I'm pretty sure that is how mine feel!




I'm sure this is exactly how my honeymoon will start:





And sadly, I deserve it. I really should try harder to be a good girl. *Sigh*

Kids say the darndest things...

When I was out shopping yesterday I heard something that made me want to reveal that I was a fellow spanko...


There was a little boy and his mother checking out in front of me. They had a huge pile of items on the cashwrap and the mother kept biting her lip as her total got bigger and bigger. She starts going through her wallet, counting her cash, seeing that she doesn't have enough, she searches for a credit card. She pulls it out and continues fidgetting with it. Her eyes keep getting bigger and bigger as the number keeps rising.

Her son, who had been playing with his handheld, looks up at his mom and says "Didn't Daddy say you had to use cash today, no more credit cards?"

"Hush son. I know what I'm doing..." She said with a definite tremor to her voice.

The cashier announces the total as "158.62" and I thought the woman was going to faint. The cashier, noticing the same thing, asks very politely if she wants to put anything back. This doesn't sit well with the mother. She then said, "No, I do not need to put anything back. I am allowed to use my card no matter what my son might've said." And swipes the card. (Pretty dang rude if you ask me)

The son lets out a low whistle and says "Daddy is going to be mad..."

"Well, how about you give him the bill first and that way he can get mad at you instead of me?"

"No way!! I don't want to get in trouble. I'm going to tell him that you spent too much and then I'm going to tell Daddy to spank you!"

The mother went red in the face! And looked at her son as if she was going to strangle him. She very quitely whispered in his ear... "You are not supposed to mention anything about mommy getting spanked to anyone. I've already told you that."

And he loudly replies, "But Daddy says if he doesn't spank you, you'll never learn!!"


Sure wouldn't of wanted to be in her shoes when she got home...

Let's not fight I'm tired can't we just sleep tonight

Another fight yesterday. Another red ass for me tonight.

I'm still not sure where the bad attitudes came from, but, he was mad and I was mad. Then we started fighting the whole day. Over stupid stuff. Then we both said something we regretted. So I'mm sure Mr. Bath Brush are going to become reacquainted.

Love means never having to say you're sorry...

I totally and completely disagree with that quote. Love means having to say you are sorry over and over again. It also means that you forgive them. That is true love. And that is what I think the domestic discipline relationship is. It is give and take. It's making a mistake, owning up to it, saying you're sorry, and taking the consequences.

There are lots of times when I am either being stubborn or am too embarrassed to admit that I am wrong and apologize. I hate being wrong, like everyone else in the world, but to the nth degree. I will refuse to admit defeat until I see the proof (from a credible source). That is one of our biggest hurdles in our relationship. We are both insanely smart in our respected fields. I am a writer and an avid study of literature while he loves anything to do with math and sciences. When we start broaching each others fields of study and profession, we immediately start to try and one up each other. At first, it's friendly. We laugh and tease and then I turn it into something nasty and am adamant that what I said was correct and basically refuse to listen to him. This is in no way, shape, or form good for our relationship.

So to rectify this we have inserted spanking into the instances. If I start getting catty and superior, he takes me down a few notches. We talk everything out, apologize, make a plan for improvement for both of us, and then he spanks me as a way to release the emotion and guilt. It also serves as a reminder of "Hey, act like that again and the same will happen". And no one likes to have a red, hot ass on days when it is 100 degrees outside and your air conditioner is barely working...

Good little girls they never show it

Last week, Owen & I finally got our own place after numerous tries and numerous failures, we accomplished it. Everything was running smoothly, we weren't worried about roommates hearing anything or anyone barging in on us. Then, Monday I got an attitude. I don't know if it was stress from all the heat or finances or just needing a spanking, but I got mean. He was trying to wash the dishes, you know, doing something nice for me and I got up to see what he is doing and immediately start telling him that this is wrong and that is wrong and how could he think that it was clean. Granted he wasn't using a dish cloth, just his hand, but I didn't need to get huffy or tell him to just leave and I'll finish. Strike 1.Owen left to go fume and I finished up the dishes. I didn't apologize even when he came in to ask me how I'd like him to do the dishes and to tell me that he just didn't know. I did a while later in the car but not that second.

Then later, we were having trouble getting my license plate off my car. I know more about cars and tools than him because I grew up around it whereas he grew up around technology. He brought somethings that he thought would help get it off and I immediately set into him again, telling him those are not going to work and I wasn't entirely sure why he thought they would. Not very nice, right? Then, adding insult to injury, just took the tools inside. Strike 2.

Owen isn't very good with talking about his emotions so we were driving around doing some errands and I asked him if he was still mad (I had realized now what a bitch I was being and had apologized) and he said he was still upset. I understood. I asked him if he would feel better if he would spank me and, of course, the next word out of his mouth was "Yes". Strike 3.

Needless to say that when we got back to the apartment I got spanked. Now, I wasn't sure at first if it was for play or for punishment (he doesn't like to talk about things) but he told me after it was for punishment. He did it in two parts. The first was with his hand. It hurt like hell. After he was done, he said, "That was for earlier We're even." But then he got to thinking about and we started talking about it and we both knew it wasn't enough. I was soon kneeling on a chair and ottoman (after he told me SEVERAL times to do it) and was getting spanked with the dreaded bath brush... I hate that thing. He felt immensely better afterward and I did but didn't. I felt like it should have had more boundaries so that way I knew for sure it was a punishment and that I knew why I was getting spanked.

How do most people do these types of spankings? Do you have set rules or a special implement? Is this how most people play it out?

Granted, we are fairly new to the actual punishment part, so I guess, we are feeling each other out but I would LOVE some advice.

XOXO