To me, discipline and spanking go hand in hand. However, there is still a difference between getting spanked by a spanker and getting spanked by a disciplinarian. Some spankers are disciplinarians too, but others identify themselves more as one or the other.
Most of the spankings I've received have been by real spankers, people who love to spank and do this well. But not too long ago, I experienced a real discipline session too. I'm not sure if I can call it a session, since it was actually a full 24-48 hour trip. But it was amazing, and something I hadn't experienced yet. Let me explain.
I was in contact with this man for about 1-2 months before we met up. During our chats, I had already noticed that he was more of a strict leader type, rather than a playful spanker. Every time I did something wrong, he would address this behavior to me in a strict and incredibly sexy way. He would tell me I had done something bad, that I deserved to be punished, and how I should be punished. Not just with spanking, he even said that if I misbehaved he would ground me, or for every dollar I overspend he would give me 1-2 swats on my bottom to make up for it.
Let's just say, the anticipation for this trip was real. I couldn't wait to face some real consequences. It was more of a mental desire than physical (since, of course, I have had punishment spankings, but never with real direct reasons or someone really getting through to me).
When I finally arrived at his place, after a good long hug and getting comfortable, I naturally started to brat around a little. While most spankers I've met would just let this happen and 'save it' for the big spanking, this man did not. He grabbed me and placed me in a smooth movement over his lap. With that, he spoke out his disappointment. He said something in the line of "You think it's normal laying over my lap within the first 10 minutes of meeting me?", then he spanked me fast and hard. Not too long, but definitely long enough to drive home his point. I loved every second. This quick punishment, in direct reaction of my behaviour made me feel seen and cared for. I needed this treatment.
A bit of time passed, and we went to get some dinner. During dinner I couldn't help myself; I had to test him again. I started pinching him and every time I did he looked at me in the most sexy way possible. A mixture of strictness, playfulness and disappointment. Don't ask my why I find that so incredibly sexy, but I do. After a few more pinches he whispered in my ear that if I wouldn't stop we would go home right now and I would get punished. Again, this made my heart go beat faster.
The next morning, after breakfast, he had promised me to give me my long awaited big punishment. I wasn't sure if he would, till the minute we got back to the apartment. He ordered me to go stand in the corner, with my hands on my head. I hesitated but I did. Then the punishment started, with every implement he used on me, I struggled but I knew I deserved it. He told me why I needed to get punished, and why I deserved every single smack with either his hands, paddle, cane or bath brush. Due to him telling me this, and saying 'take it, you know you deserve it' when I struggled, I actually struggled less. Not because it didn't hurt, but because he brought me in this mental state of acceptance and knowing I really did deserve it. It was painful but amazing. Funny enough, my first time getting spanked with a big wooden paddle too. I love first times, I won't ever forget this one. He even let me count the strokes while I was standing bend over, with my hands on my ankles. Exposed and naked.
I think, if I'm honest, he was still somewhat sweet to me. He hurt me, but didn't deeply bruise me, but he did make me feel sore for a few days. Probably since it was a first meeting and he didn't want to scare me away. Yet, I loved it. He ended the punishment session with my naked ass in the corner, while he lectured me again. It was amazing.
Before bed, he gave me a bed time spanking too. I'm not sure why, but this was probably one of my favorite moments of the day. It was painful because I was already bruised, but it made me feel cared for, it made me feel seen. Sleeping with a sore red bottom is the best way to fall asleep. During the night I felt his arms around me while we were sleeping, it was perfect aftercare.
The last day we took it easy, just a quiet morning and a breakfast... Till we got back to the apartment. I couldn't help myself but brat again, one last time. He had warned me before, but I thought it was just talk... He said he would fig me if I continued. I mean, I had to test that, right? So I started calling him stupid, weak, pinch him and even bite/slap. And there it was. He pulled down my pants and turned me over the bed. He spanked me a few times hard, even in between my cheeks with his hand, and then ordered me to wait while I was spreading myself open. I waited, my heart was beating fast... I knew what he was doing... After a few minutes, he came back to me, and I felt cold oil on my asshole. Then he pushed a shaved ginger in. Fuck, that burned. I had to hold it myself so it would stay in deep... So embarrassing but so incredibly sexy too. It burned like hell, but I can't say I didn't like it. I'm pretty sure my pussy liked it too, since I got dripping wet from it. After a few minutes he removed it and spanked me hard, before he put me in the corner again, for one last time. I wish he would have fucked me there and then, I was so wet for him. My punished bottom needed his attention - but I understand this was part of the punishment too. He didn't pleasure me. My pants went back up and we continued to make ready to leave. It still continued to burn for at least an hour. Painful but amazing. I hope he will do that again to me, a next time.
With every part of my ass completely punished and sore, I went home.
This experience might not sound like a disciplinary session in all aspects, but it really felt like one. The whole weekend, I felt that with whatever I said or did, I would get punished if it wasn't up to his standards. This made it so exciting and intense. He punished me for small mistakes, big mistakes, and above all, got through to me mentally. That's something not many people achieve. Besides the punishment part, he was a real gentleman. He hold the door for me open, paid for dinner and let me hold his hand/arm when walking outside.
He opened up a new part of this world to me, a part of real strictness, direct consequences and even punishments next to spanking. I never knew I was interested in that, till I started talking to him. Now I know I'd love a real domestic discipline relationship; where I could be grounded, punished for overspending, not doing chores, for my behavior or just because he wants to. He broadened my world. Let's hope on many more experiences like this soon!
