You knew someone was in trouble when the familiar sound of scolding echoed down the hall. "I tell you every night to check and make sure you are not parked in a cleaning zone. Clearly you haven't been listening to me!" Giselle knows exactly how to leave you speechless as she taps her high heel while scolding you. The look her in eyes are stern, but with a little disappointment. In a domestic discipline relationship, sure spanking may be your foundation and both (or more) parties enjoy it, but when you have to spank your partner for punishment, you do feel somewhat disappointed in their actions that warranted the spanking. Nonetheless, if a spanking is required than it is the responsibility of the other partner to firmly carry out the appropriate discipline. Being in a switch relationship, it is even more important to be able not only know when to administer a spanking, but to know when you deserve to be spanked.
Tommy was draped over my knee, pants yanked up and spanks rained down on his more than deserving bottom. It was in no time that his pants were lowered and another volley of hard and heavy spanks fell upon his naughty butt, now only protected by his thin boxers. It was at this stage that a wooden spoon and 2 wooden spatulas were introduced into the punishment session. "But, but, you don't need those!" A desperate plea. "You're right, I don't....you do!!" After a full rotation of these implements, which each provided its own stingy bite, Tommy's boxers were lowered, exposing a bright red bottom radiating just a little bit of heat. Hand, spatula, spoon, spatula, hand became the rotation as Tommy kicked and squirmed like a well punished naughty little boy, only grabbing onto my heels for support. The sounds of smacks, yelps, and scolding was all that could be heard. After countless rounds with each implement, and a final volley of firm hand spanks right on his sit spots, Tommy's spanking was over. Still scolding, I stuck his nose in the corner, where he stayed as I sat behind him, admiring my handy work, high heel tapping. Every flinch was met with a sharp spank and a threat of a total repeat. 10 minutes later, Tommy was let out of the corner, given a big hug and kiss, a little bit of bottom rubbing, then it was pants up and on with the rest of the day.
Tommy learned a good lesson today, tickets = hard spankings! Also, another lesson has been fortified; we both are very lucky to have each other and to have domestic discipline play a part in our life together. To be able to trust each other enough to give ourselves up to each other and submit to not only sensual and play spankings, but also strict disciplinary punishments, means that we both know what we need and have the courage to step up and provide the lap for the other to drape over. As much as spanking is fun, it is a strong bond that keeps us in line with each other, wary of our rules, and strict on enforcing them. Gotta admit, though, it is too much fun trying to get each other in trouble!
