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So, I’m being a wee bit naughty over in Fetlife. Of course, I blame kaya — she’s a bad influence on me!

Basically, this person posted in one of the spanking groups asking if safewords should be allowed for “true punishment.”

Heh. Of course, I do not have a safeword at any time, and the very last place my Master would consider letting me have one is during punishment! I mean, how handy to hand a submissive a key to ending the punishment! “Yes, when you don’t like what’s going on anymore, just say ‘red,’ or ‘safeword,’ or ‘banana,’ and I’ll stop punishing you and give you a cuddle!”

By the time I got around to reading the post, most people had commented saying that “safewords are essential! You should never play with anyone who doesn’t let you have a safeword ever or Bad Things Will Happen!”

At which point, the smart thing is to back away slowly and go about my day. Sometimes the smart thing is no fun, though!
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The discussion from FetLife (Spanking for punishment, and the dubious superiority of DD over BDSM) still continues (that is, I’m still involved in it!) A fellow responded to the original post, saying,

For those of us who like it, spanking is a wonderful pastime at whatevever [sic] level of severity we willingly participate. Viewed dispassionately it is also a rather silly activity to be hooked on!

Enjoy it in your own way and for it’s own sake, as a thing you both need and crave.In meeting that need it may well make you a better person in so far as it makes you happier and what could be wrong with that?
Other than that, I would suggest that the only form of discipline likely to be of service in the wider world is that of the self motivated variety.

She didn’t entirely agree with that response:

There is a big difference between “discipline” and “punishment” to most people…..that is why I used the word PUNISHMENT.

And personally…..I think spanking can “discipline” a person too if that is where their mind/body allows it to be used to/for but that wasn’t the purpose of this dialogue. (but happy to respond to that issue too.)

If I was a person who ran late places and it was deemed a problem I couldn’t get under control and sought help to correct…..some horrible severe x amount (or some top/dom determined level) of a wicked device (not going to name which ones I think are wicked) would be at least something to test to see if it would be a good “behaviour modification” device….maybe, maybe not.

His response:

I have just consulted the dictionary and the “big difference between discipline and punishment” is obviously as opaque to the compilers as it is to me!Not that it matters greatly as I find semantic battles are usually an exercise in futility.

What it boils down to I guess, is what are you seeking to achieve by punishment, behaviour modification, discipline, correction or any of the other words that can be found side by side in the dictionary.Could be I am missing something on that score.

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I think I’m going to take a page from kaya’s book and use FetLife conversations to A.) fill in for a proper blog post [sticks out tongue at kaya] and B.) get some conversation happening. Although my topic is not going to be so controversial as kaya’s is. Man, that gal knows how to find all the heated debates and then say the most un-P.C. things. It’s a serious skill!

The Face of Punishment (from Girl’s Boarding School)

So, anyway, recently on FetLife, in the group, “A Sound Spanking,” this question was posted:

spanked for punishment…why can’t doms see that…
….this is and can still be an effective way to chastise?
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Okay, here it is the picture you’ve been waiting for … sorry it’s so grainy … the flash blew out the marks, but it wasn’t light enough in the room for a good exposure on the little camera we were using (as my Master was wanting to go sit on the sofa and watch me cook dinner, not do a complex photo shoot. I guess we are just going to have to keep lighting equiptment in our bedroom at all times!)

If you missed it, the write-up of the punishment is here.

What annoys me is how mild it looks in that image! The problem is that both the paddle and the heavy nylon cane are very heavy, thuddy instruments, and so the bruising (and pain!) is deep in the muscle. I find this frustrating, because blast it, if I’m going to suffer that much, I deserve some pretty kick-ass (errr, literally!) marks decorating my brave bottom.

But no, even though it still hurts if I plunk myself into a chair instead of easing myself gently down, no, I just have some dark yellow markings that do not do justice to the experience one little bit! Phooey!

Last night I finally got what was coming to me.

I had really not wanted another weekend to go by without my punishment (the story of how I earned my punishment here) actually being done and out of the way. It was hanging over me, and I was going a bit crazy from that. But of course last weekend I had my period (and I don’t know if my Master was being kind, or just avoiding any over-emotional ramifications) and then he was super-busy all week with work stuff, coming home late and exhausted. And you can’t just say, “Well, look, I know you’re tired and all, but I need to be punished now, so get over here and beat my bum!” Heh, well, you could say it, and if you do please tell me your results, but I’m not stupid enough to try it!

Anyway, yesterday started with a lazy weekend morning (poached eggs and toast and tea and lazing on the sofa with laptops and books) and then we had a gazillion errands to run, and got back home around 5:30. We were supposed to meet some friends at the dungeon later, and I was anxious, hoping that the punishment could be done before we went, so that if we did a scene there, it would be post-punishment and relaxed and happy.

I got permission to go do my bath/shaving, and we had run out of hot water, so it was a very thankless affair. Afterwards, I begged to lie down in bed for a bit, to warm up, and he joined me, snuggling me and warming my body with his own – which is very effective; he gives off such lovely heat! – and it was very comfy, and we could have just slipped off into a nap. But I really didn’t want a nap right then!

We have this thing where we indicate “I am thinking it’d be nice for something sexy to happen now” by body language and looks. Neither of us almost ever has to announce things with words (although I do love when he orders me gruffly into the bedroom!); it’s all a matter of pressing up against each other in certain ways, or touches becoming longer and more caress-like, or our eyes meeting and understanding being exchanged by seeing the fire in the other person’s eyes and letting a reciprocal fire flare up in your own.

Anyway, I was sending off signals as hard as I could (although a person who didn’t know us would probably not have noticed any change at all, I don’t think) and he of course noticed and laughed and told me I was a slutty girl. I asked if that sort of thing was on the menu, or if he was feeling sleepy and wanted a nap. Well, he allowed, maybe some sex could happen. At which point my frustration bubbled up in me and I said, “Oh, please, can’t we get this punishment over with?! Everything we do is overshadowed by it for me, and it’s driving me mad!”

He didn’t seem to mind me speaking up. He pulled me around to face him in our cuddle, my head resting on his chest, and my hand pushed down to take up its duty on his cock, which had somehow become a statue carved out of adamantine….

He informed me that as I had three black marks in the punishment book, my punishment would be tripartite: two sets of ten from the paddle, and because the last infraction was not too grievous, a final set from the cane. Well, I’d been feeling kind of horny up until that point, but faced with twenty from the paddle, that ended right quick!

He had me go put on white spandex punishment shorts (which not only do not provide the least amount of protection, but I think may actually make it worse!) and then stand in the middle of the room, with my hands on my knees (which I do realize was kind of him, not making me grab my ankles, but I really didn’t appreciate it in the moment!)

I took the first thwack okay, although it had enough force to rock me on my legs. Okay, I told myself, the first is just horrible because you’ve forgotten what the paddle feels like – now that’s over and you can just grit your teeth and take the next nine. Whack, the second slammed into my ass, and then, like a wall crumbling, all semblance of self-control just fell to pieces, and I started crying. By the third hit, he had his hand on me to hold me in place, and I don’t know what number it was when he gave up and ordered me to lie over the side of the bed, because I was in too much misery to care.

Unfortunately, as much better as it was to be laid over the side of the bed, for some reason that changed the angle of his attack, and now, instead of getting both cheeks thwacked with equal force, now my right cheek was getting the brunt of it, and I was right on the edge of getting out of position and trying to high-tail it out of there! But I held on, somehow, although when the first ten ended (and how was all that agony only ten whacks from the paddle, how?!) I did say, while grabbing my right cheek with my hands somewhat hysterically, “Ahhh! They’re all landing on this one!” which was about as coherent as I could get at the time, and thank the gods he understood that I was just trying to let him know what was going on, not criticizing or complaining.

Very kindly, he switched to the other side for the next ten, and really, it was much appreciated that he didn’t ask “Are you ready?” because I don’t know if I could have squeezed out a, “Yes, Sir” at all! He had kindly agreed beforehand that I could have my penis gag (which has become kind of a pacifier for me in scenes, and brings my volume down considerably, which I think the neighbors appreciate!) for the second ten, but as he was fastening the buckles at the back of my head, I can’t say it brought me any real comfort.

And, as the second set progressed, it was actually not helpful in another way, because it fits down under my chin, and thus caught all the saliva that came pouring out of my mouth as I made incoherent cries of agony, and also it comes up to right under my nose, so the mucus that started pouring down as I cried also got caught up in the big mess my face had become. There was no grace under fire, no dignity left to me. Well, except that I didn’t break position: my feet danced, my back arched up a few times, but I never left my spot. (Honestly, I find it best if you just don’t even consider it an option!)

He let me calm down for a moment before the final set from the cane. I felt much more confident about those, because by now I’m an experienced caneé, and can take my licks with dignity and self-control. Well, not that day! He went for the heavy nylon cane Read the rest of this entry »