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When I was growing up, there was one punishment worse than a spanking. It was reserved for the pet peeve of my mother – if she heard a bad word come out of any of her children, the culprit was in for an old-fashioned mouth washing. These were a threat until I moved out of the house, when I turned 18.
The last one I received at home was when I was 17. No matter how old or young culprit, the procedure was always the same. It started when I came home from school. Normally, the second I walked in the door, I was on the phone with one of my friends. My mother usually worked until 5pm so I usually had a few hours home alone with my brother and sister.
But this day, my mother came home early and heard me say the F-word to one of my girlfriends over the phone. All she had to do was look at me and I knew what to expect. I immediately hung up the phone and she announced as she had many times before that she needed to ‘see me after dinner in the bathroom’. My heart stopped when I heard those words but I knew that any protest would be meaningless.
I sat quietly through dinner and hardly touched my food. At the conclusion of the meal, Mother again reminded me to meet her in the bathroom when the dishes were cleaned up. My face turned bright red as now my brother and sister knew what was about to happen. I gathered my nerve and walked up to my mother’s bathroom.
There, I found the punishment materials already laid out on the counter. A neatly folded white washcloth sat next to the sink. On it was placed a small bar of soap, like the ones found in hotels and motels. I put the lid down on the toilet and sat down. Tears began to fill my eyes, as all I could do was stare at the counter and the punishment tools.
While it seemed like hours had past (actually more like 15 minutes), my mother walked in the bathroom and closed and locked the door behind her. “Alright Ericka, off with your blouse. No need to get it wet, now, is there?” she asked rhetorically. As I took off my blouse and hung it on a hook, my mother began to run hot water in the sink and slowly peeled the wrapper off the little bar of soap.
As I sat back down on the toilet seat, I began to sob, knowing what was about to take place. I sat mesmerised as my mother wetted the washcloth in the hot water and began to work up a good lather with the small bar of soap. When she was satisfied that the cloth was well prepared, she called me over to the sink. I stood before her, trembling in my bra, with tears running down my face. A very meek ‘no’ rolled past my lips as I watched her pick up the small, gooey bar of soap.
“Open up!” she commanded, as I felt her grab a handful of hair to hold my head still. With her other hand she pushed the tiny bar of soap into my mouth in a well-practiced motion. Instantly, the horrible taste of the soap filled my mouth as more tears rolled down my cheeks. “Now chew it all!” she shouted at me, giving my hair a tug to emphasise her point.
As I chewed the horrible little bar, the terrible taste of the soap intensified. Several times I almost gagged as I chewed the soap up into smaller and smaller pieces. When my Mother was satisfied that the bar had been thoroughly chewed, she picked up the soapy washcloth and began shoving it into my mouth, almost like a gag. The effect greatly intensified the putrid taste of the soap.
“Now start counting slowly, my dear!” she said, and in very muffled tones I started counting from one to 100. As I counted, I drooled bubbles down my cheek and onto my breasts, soaking my bra. I also gagged several times on the horrible taste of the soap but was careful not to lose count. Tears rolled down my cheeks, but my pitiful looks didn’t have any effect on mother.
Finally, I mumbled 100 and she mercifully pulled the washcloth from my mouth. She quickly pushed my head into the sink and told me to spit. That command was hardly needed as, in a very unladylike fashion, I began to spit out as much of the soap as I could. After about two minutes, she pulled my head upward and told me to get my blouse.
Turning, she unlocked the door as the sounds of my brother and sister scurrying down the hall could be clearly heard. Not letting me put my blouse back on, she grabbed me by the arm and escorted me to my room. There she watched as I put on my nightgown and got into bed.
“You may not leave your room until midnight – is that understood?” she said. “Yes mother,” I replied in a very small voice. She turned off the light and closed the door.
I waited for a few minutes, then grabbed the wastebasket and began spitting again, trying to rid my mouth of the horrible taste. The soap coated my teeth and resisted every effort to remove it. I once smuggled a toothbrush in my room but using it only resulted in a huge mouth of bubbles, aggravating the problem and taste. There was no way to avoid swallowing some soap, and my stomach churned and cramped as the soap did its worst.
About 11pm, I finally fell asleep, still tasting soap as I dozed off. It was about 3am when I awoke with a horrible tummy ache. Still half asleep, I ran to the bathroom, where my bowels erupted the minute I sat down from the powerful laxative action of the soap. Before the alarm went off at 6am, I had made several other mad dashes to the toilet.
That morning I dressed and brushed my teeth several times with mint flavored toothpaste in an attempt to remove the still-present taste of soap from my mouth. When I walked into the kitchen for breakfast, my mother walked up and gave me a big hug and kiss and told me how sorry she was for having to punish me. With tears in my eyes, I apologised for using foul language and promised to clean up my act in the future.
To this day, I cannot remember the last time I swore or heard a foul word from my brother or sister. Mother would be proud to see the way we turned out.
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Maintenance hurts… i know i’ve said that before .
i still look forward to it every Friday. Rarely am i not in the mood for it. It brings us together. It relieves stress. It starts the weekend out right.
In fact, i am racing home from work right now because Sir texted saying he was heading home and (if possible – which it is!), i need to meet him there and “get (myself) ready and in position.”
So i am headed home to have my weekly date with my Sir and let him wield the paddle to my bottom.
And i simply could NOT be any happier! Even though i KNOW it WILL hurt!
And one hour later i can honestly tell you, tonight’s maintenance session was the hardest spanking i have ever received.
David said, “I had a crappy day and I have a lot of stress to unwind. I have never gotten you to say yellow or red, and I want to find out just exactly how much it will take. It is not a punishment, but it will be a strong maintenance session that will unwind us both, on your ass and my mind. Are you prepared?”
And he did exactly as he said he would.
Since i knew he would go long and hard, i tried to count the swats in my head. He never makes me count out loud, and most of the time i pray in my head about acceptance, grace, and mercy. But tonight, i counted.
Not all were huge swings and propel-me-forward kinda of swats. But i can tell you ALL of them were intentional and purposeful.
And i called out yellow. Meaning “slow down, please”
And he did. And still went a bit more.
Now i am sitting in the car, while riding to dinner, and we are both super relaxed. And my ass is on F-I-R-E!! Like it has NEVER been before.
And yet… if he said “bend over now!” i would do it again.
Love my submissive, domestic disciplined life!
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Well what to write about? Sometimes it’s hard to think of something that may be of interest but today I want to talk about levels of punishment. I knew that would get your attention my lovelies. OK we have talked about maintenance reminders, brat punishments, etc. But not really about when severity is needed.
Now in Bree’s case this is not needed very often. However, some of you certainly have earned this. So what does that mean? Torture? Bondage? Having to listen to Kenny G? OK, that last one is too Desade, even for me…
A severe punishment is much different than just a hard one. For me, I like to have the subbie bound over my spanking bench. Not only is this a humiliating position, but one she cannot even wiggle out of. So the bb is presented perfectly and if need be the thighs, once in this position the subbie knows this is serious and will be very painful. I will probably use my hand some, maybe up to 70% in some cases. My usual spankings are around 30% for a hard one. Once the sub feels the difference she knows she is in really deep. This is usually where the begging and whining starts. Which of course, I ignore. Now a severe punishment requires two things; A lot of implements, and very painful strokes. Oh and time… It takes quite a long time.
Implements i would use are small wood paddle w/holes, large school paddle, attitude adjustment paddle, all wood brush, strap, OTK thin cane, school cane, singapore thick cane, rug beater, small rug beater, large tawse – thin and thick.
Now if you did not faint, you can see this is a punishment to be avoided at all costs. And yes, I have applied this, so its not a fantasy. It’s as real as it gets.
I am feeling a bit Desade today so i thought I would write a post from that perspective. If you are curious of a subbie’s position over a spanking bench, just google images. I think you will get the idea.
Hello my little subbies, wanna-be's, and the curious but shy's...Before I begin, you know how people get together all over the world at a specific hour to chant for world peace? Well I was thinking, all of you subbies can do the same thing. Chant your mantra; "its…
Hello lovelies. As you all know, I am married to the famous Breanna Hayse. I am going to let you all peek into the window of our world for a very special moment ...No, stop giggling. Not that kind of moment... Now settle down, this should be interesting to…
It seems that this is a topic you are all interested in. Ok my lovelies, let me lead you down this path carefully. Trust me, I will not let you fall. The first thing you need to ask yourself is, what is it that I really want? Do you…
I got a really severe one last night. I was texting and driving and went on a 6000 shopping spree. Never thought my hienie could hurt so much. Boy was i wrong. Between the ruler paddle hairbrush belt and switch. Never doing this again
So, what would earn a severe punishmeny, Sir?
Lets pretend like that question wasn’t asked…like at all…kay?
Anyone else feel like it got suddenly warm while reading this? Lol
It´s worth to google “spanking bench”…sadly there are few construction-plans on the web. Even less have accurate measuring data. But people seem to find innovative solutions…one guy used a four-drawer dresser as a first base of operations (sawed out pieces, added levels and padded it…). Which is ingenious since he has room for storage now…I so need a carpenter… I´d like to know what´s an attitude adjustment paddle…Sir? Thanks for the pic Nikki!
this is only for very very bad behavior …something you re familiar with yes piper?
Wait…let me rephrase…super duper ultra times infinity meanie.
Besides my badness is misconstrued and taken out of context…we all know that!
How long does this take over all, Sir John?
My husband is more of a “wham bam, thank you ma’am” spanker – even for punishments.
It probably takes no more than 15 minutes from start to finish.
And I can’t help but think, that it might be more of a punishment if it were drawn out a little bit longer.
So my mind can fully engage, as well.
hello Katherine…this can take uite a long time , i have had it last well over 45 min …
That’s what I was thinking. Of course I don’t want to top from the bottom, but I do want to let him know that it might benefit me a lot more if we added on to the time.
Thanks!
My severe punishment from start to finish 3-4 hours with breaks and corner time and lectuteing
I plan on being a really good girl sir!
really? can you explain the source of levity for me isa?
Daddy, I’m pretty sure Isa was lol at ,Lisa comment about being really good.
good this is supposed to serve as a deterent ….hopefully
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You know what happens next young lady!
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I had long assumed my life partner would share my kink. At 17, I met my first boyfriend while living abroad. He was 24 and so comfortable with his sexual identity that on our second date he asked whether I had “ever received a severe spanking.”
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