My boyfriend of 5 years spanks me when I'm a bad girl. It started off as foreplay, like I'd talk back or say something disrespectful on purpose and he'd play along and be very stern and authoritative, saying "how dare you take that tone with me young lady! Looks like you need a trip over my knee." then he'd sit on the couch or bed and order me over. If I protested he would grab me roughly by the arm and easily force me over (I'm petit). He'd pull my pants and panties down, exposing my bare bottom. I'd feel a little ashamed and embarrassed to be so exposed and also excited but nervous. My cheeks would quiver waiting for the first blow. Sometimes he uses his belt, a wooden spoon, hairbrush or cane. Depending on the severity of my offense he may spank me until I'm full-blown crying. I try to struggle and cover my cheeks with my hands or lift my legs but it is in vain. He easily pins my arms behind my back with one hand and my legs with one of his. My bottom is displayed up in the air, a perfect unprotected target. If I do get a hand free and reach to cover a cheek he doesn't alter his rhythm at all and the hand gets smacked with the hard implement and I quickly snatch it away. He usually leaves my bottom bright red with blood blisters and sometimes bruises or welts. Sometimes, if I've been very bad, after the spanking is done he rubs my sore bottom while I whimper or cry over his knee, relieved the punishment is over. But then I hear the dreaded "click" of the KY jelly cap popping open and I beg "please Daddy, no! I learned my lesson!" He usually shuts me up with a stern "Be quiet!" command and sounds angry and I know not to talk back. Then he spreads my cheeks and I start to whimper more and I feel the cold tip of a butt plug against my hot anus. He slowly pushes it in and I feel it getting wider and wider, stretching my small body open in the most embarrassing place, knowing he has a perfect view of me in my shame. I grunt as it goes deeper and am so embarrassed because it reminds the of the sound of grunting when going to the bathroom and I try to be quiet but it's so much to take. Finally it pops into place and is up to its hilt in my ass. He further humiliates me by telling me how stretched open my little pink asshole is. I wimper and cry a little and awkwardly grunt as he slides it in and out. My pussy is dripping wet and he tells me what a disobedient girl I've been and how disappointed he is that he has to punish me like this to get the lesson through to me. I am utterly and completely his now and tell him what a bad girl I've been and that I know I deserve to be disciplined and will take my punishment like a big girl and promise to obey and be submissive. He spanks me a bit more with the plug in, then fingers my pussy, slides out the plug, and slips his thumb up my rectum. I know I'm under his thumb. I feel like such a little girl. I look like a teen even tho I'm in my early 20's and often wear pigtails for him. He grabs them and pulls my head back and forces me to suck his cock. Then fucks me from behind, sometimes in the ass. I say through my tears "I'm sorry I was bad daddy, I learned my lesson" and he soothes me and says "that's my good girl" and tells me he loves his little girl and holds me as he goes to town on my ass. My butt gets punished inside and out.
Now we have recently decided to try Loving Domestic Discipline, because I didn't have much discipline growing up and he is so responsible and organized that my scatterbrained reckless messy habits really cause stress in the relationship at times. I want to be more structured and together, it just doesn't come naturally to me. So he gives me the motivation I need. We are equal partners outside the bedroom and make decisions together, but one of those decisions is that I relinquished my rights in certain situations and he has the authority. Like, for example, if my half of the room is covered In clothes and it's stressing him out, we talk about when I'd realistically be able to have it cleaned by, depending on my schedule. We agree on a fair deadline (otherwise in the past I'd always say "I'll get to it later" and it could stay that way over a week and we argue). Then if I haven't done it by when we agreed I'd get a punishment spanking, which is NOT purely for erotic fun and foreplay. It is meant to REALLY hurt in a way I can barely tolerate, with a lot of force exerted by him, possibly with an implement. Its a punishment, not something i want repeated, so i try to keep up my end of the bargain to avoid them because they hurt in a not-fun way! I am sobbing by the end and when he then tells me to do my chore I scramble to accomplish it immediately for fear of further punishment. Then when I'm done all is forgiven. He takes me in his arms and cradles me in his lap and comforts me while i cry, which I get so much out of emotionally, having not had my father present as a girl. And he had an outlet for his frustration and anger (my poor bottom!) so its gone and he doesn't argue with me or hold a grudge. And then it IS a Big turn on that he actually spanks me to punish me for real, like we are some 1950's couple when it was accepted that men ha the right to discipline their wives (which I do think was wrong but oh so hot to think about)!! And no one in our lives knows, it's our little secret. So we do usually end up passionately fucking afterwards. It's such a hot dynamic and seems to be working for now. But if it gets weird or uncomfortable for me I can always tell him I don't want to practice LDD anymore and he will no longer do it because then it wouldn't be consensual. However, in the moment when I'm about to receive a much-deserved punishment it's understood that he will ignore any protests and pleas and talk of quitting LDD. Because right before a spanking it's just the fear talking and me trying whatever I can to get out of the punsihment. I'm supposed to not want it, that's why it's called a punishment. But he will hear none of it and physically put me in my place for my spanking, no matter how much I struggle or cry or beg. Sometimes he can just threaten me by saying something like "you are going to get 15 strokes with the spoon across your butt, but if I hear one more word of protest it will be 20 with the belt" and i'll change my tune real quick and pull down my own panties and climb over his lap. Only when we are not in the throws of it and are calm would we discuss ending the present arrangement. It's so hot that I get in trouble for real offenses like a little kid and get put over my big strong man's knee against my will for a bare-bottom punishment to curb my behavior!! I feel like a child being spanked by her Daddy for breaking his rules.