My Discipline, My Lecture, No Safeword – True Story: Page 3 of 4

Kim’s boyfriend Mike has zero tolerance for lying and reckless endangerment both recently committed by Kim. Rather than lecture her, Mike has demanded that Kim lecture him on why she deserves the dreaded and hated pure discipline type of spanking. In making her case, Kim offers to nullify her safeword – Mike accepts. This is Kim’s story, told in her words.

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“Kim, there is no hitchhiking your drawers this time. I don’t want any piece of fabric anywhere near your richly deserving bottom when I begin your punishment. I want it completely bare all the way.” He paused for a second, “Lower’em, Kim, now!”

“Oh, yes sir,” as I lowered them all the way down to my knees. After standing up, I immediately put my hands over my front, took a few deep breaths and continued my lecture.

“OK, now that I’m ready, I need to make sure you know the last thing about discipline spankings, according to our agreement.”

“And, what would that be, Kim?”

I swallowed hard, “Mike, I am usually trying to control everything.”

“You know, I always have to have control of everything around me?”

“Indeed, Kim,” came his confirmation of the stunningly obvious.

No Swat Limit

“Well, today it’s the opposite. That means, you’re going to spank however you see fit and will not stop until you are totally satisfied. There is no specified number of swats like in a warning spanking, especially for repeated issues that are serious to you.”

“So, there is no set limit on the total number of swats?”

“Yes, sir! – no set limit. This is a real unlimited swat spanking. I don’t have any input in any way as to when it stops. You decide how many whacks I get, you decide when it’s over, not me. Now, do you remember what you told me when you gave me the last warning spanking about this same issue?”

“Refresh my memory, what was that? he said rhetorically.

As if he didn’t know, I said in my head and kept it there.

“You made it very clear that if you had to talk me again about using my phone while I was behind the wheel, you were going to give me an extra-long spanking. I’m quite sure you remember that too.”

“Yes, ma’am, I remember that, but thanks for the reminder. Alright, Kim, you shuffle your beautiful naked behind over here. Don’t let your panties fall and I don’t want to remind you where your hands need to be and what they should being doing the entire time you are inching your way to me.”

“Yes sir!” I replied trying to keep myself together and in lecturing mode.

I slowly moved my hands over my bottom and began rubbing my checks as I slowly started the twenty-foot trip across the den. I could hear my own belt buckle jingle as it slid across the floor. My shirt barely came to my waist and so was completely bare from my waist to my knees.

Trying to encourage me but reminding me of a few things, Mike resumed, “That’s right, shuffle your naked butt over to me and don’t stop rubbing your behind. Slow down a little, start with half-steps and stick your bottom lip out, I want you approaching me like a child, this is a part of the process, remember, Kim!”

Oh, this was embarrassing but it wasn’t like this was the first time I had to do it.

“Yes sir, I’m sorry, do you want me to go back?”

“No, just take your time and shuffle toward me nice and slow.

I slowly shuffled the rest of the way without letting my panties fall. I picked up the backscratcher from the table and handed it to him.

As soon as he took it, I threw my arms around him and began crying a little. He held me tight. He, too, was softened up inside. He realized this was really hard for me as well that I was scared and needed some reassurance. He returned the backscratcher to the table and just held me for a couple of minutes or so. He was stroking my hair ever so gently.

“I’m sorry, I’m really sorry, Mike. You must think I’m a horrible person.”

“I don’t think you’re a horrible person, Kim. It’s alright, it’s alright, you just made a mistake.”

I Really Want to Spank You Hard

“I got to be honest with you, Kim. This is the first time since we started discipline in our relationship that I really feel I want to spank you hard, to give you a much-needed reality check. If you had killed someone, you could’ve served prison time, been devastated financially and endured a life sentence of guilt.  That would’ve severely damaged your own future and ended ours. The more I think about it, you need the intensity of a classic woodshed ass whipping not only for your own good but for the protection of our future together as well.

“I know, I know, I feel so bad about it now.”

“Well, let’s get you prepared for your paddling and go from there.

“Oh yes sir!”

He sat down on the chair and drew me over his lap. He readjusted me a little, and built a foundation of support as he spread both of his legs further apart.

“Come on, Kim, get over both legs, lay our as flat as possible.

“Oh, yes sir, yes sir!”

He reached back and got the triple moisturizing gel from the table and squirted a good portion on both cheeks. He began rubbing, massaging and kneading it into the skin of my entire backside.

“You know, Kim, I’m thinking of the best way how to make your spanking extra long as promised.  I mean how do you add you to an unlimited swat spanking?

“Oh, Mike, please, I’m sorry!” as I tensed up stiff as a board and clenched my bottom as tight as I could just thinking about it.”

“Oh, I love it when you clench up tight like that, Kim, I can see all the muscular definition of your gorgeous behind. It turns me on so much.”

He grabbed the bottle again, added some more gel and began massaging it on the lower part of my bottom, my sit spots and upper thighs. His detailed attention to preparation foreboded what was about to come.

“So, do have any suggestions? He inquired.

“Ohhh, pleaseeees, I don’t know, I don’t know!”

“Hey, calm down, we haven’t even begun, take a few deeps breaths, Kim,” said as he was rubbing and kneading another layer all over.

Let’s see, I have to think about that for a moment. How do you add to unlimited?”

“Okay, that should be enough, get up but don’t touch your backside, you hear! I’m going to go wash my hands.”

He left my just standing there, jeans to my ankles, panties to my knees and getting colder and colder. He finally came back.

Now, I love you with all my heart and sometimes protecting you is protecting you from yourself. He put one foot on the chair and moved the stepping stool in front but within arm’s reach of the table.

“Alright, get that gorgeous naked behind of yours over my lap so we can have a super long talk with the back scratcher. I want you to get yourself in position.”

“Ohhhhh, yes, sir!”

I stepped up on the stool and hiked myself up over his leg with a little hop upwards. He helped with his arm around my torso just enough to guide me. I was over but not completely. I felt myself slipping back a little, but he didn’t notice.

“Wait, wait, wait, I’m slipping,” I said in a panic.

“Do you need any help?”

“No, no, I’m okay. Just give me a few seconds. I just don’t want to slide off after you start. You don’t want me to either, do you?”

“No, I don’t. Just get in position and bend all the way over. I want you folded in half,” he said with firmness.

I tried squirming upwards but to no avail. My panties were down to my knees and my jeans were still down to my ankles, and it hindered me from using my legs. I finally put my hands on his leg, arched my back and pulled myself forward until I could balance my weight across his massive thigh.

When I did, I was pretty much bent in half and dangling on both ends and high above the floor. I settled and relaxed as best I could. My legs draped downward stretching my thighs and went upwards forming into my butt cheeks.

He began lightly tapping my bottom with the handle of the bamboo back scratcher, simply hard enough to make a smacking sound and to get my attention.

The Interrogation

I started breathing heavier.

Tap, Tap, Tap.

Tap, Tap, Tap.

“Kim, listen up. Because this is a discipline spanking, as soon as I’m done blistering your behind, you have to go back in the corner. You hear?”

“Ohhh, yes, sir.”

Tap, Tap, Tap

“I think, I figured out how I’m going make this longer as I promised. I’d like you to ask me how.”

Tap, Tap, Tap

“Ohhh, pleeeeease, okay, okay, how are you going make it longer?”

Tap, Tap, Tap,

“How many swats are assigned already, Kim?”

Tap, Tap, Tap.

“Ohhh, it’s an unlimited swat spanking, Mike.

Tap, Tap, Tap.

That’s right, so the only way I can keep my promise is to literally wear my arm out on you. Paddle blisters into your blisters. Do you know what means, wear my arm out  – tell me in your own words.

Tap, Tap, Tap.

“Ohhh, please no, it means you keep going until your arm gets tired, but pleeese, I’m sorry, I’ll never do that again, I promise, I promise, I swear I won’t, pleeeeeeese.

Tap, Tap, Tap.

“That right, until my arm gets tired and I believe you when you say you won’t do it again. But this is not about what you going to do or not do in the future, it’s about what you did do.

Tap, Tap, Tap.

He reached back and picked up the pillow and handed it to me.

“You are going to need it for this one!”

Tap, Tap, Tap.

Ohhhhhh, no please, please, pleeeeese.

I grabbed and squeezed it like a teddy bear.

Tap, Tap, Tap.

Now, what’s the title of my favorite movie series, Kim?

Tap, Tap, Tap.

“Oh, please, please not like that, pleeese!” as I started boarding up stiff and clenching my butt cheeks and teeter-tottering over his leg.

Tap, Tap, Tap.

“No, Kim, you bend over, I want you bent in half. Now, Kim, I have asked you a question, what’s the title of my favorite movies series?”

I relaxed and bent back over.

Tap, Tap, Tap, Tap, Tap, Tap.

Ohh, please, please, it’s Fast and Furious, Mike, Fast and Furious, but pleeease.

Tap, Tap, Tap.

That’s right, I think that’s a great idea Fast and Furious until my arm gets tired. Okay, here we go.

Tap, Tap, Tap, Tap, Tap, Tap, Tap, Tap, Tap, Tap, Tap, Tap, Tap, Tap, Tap.

He just kept tapping me with the flat part of the handle of that backscratcher for a good solid minute and a half.  The whole time I was begging and whimpering knowing he was going to cut loose any second. Every tap could be my last one and he kept me in utter suspense, then out of nowhere and when I least expected it and without warning. . .

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  • Kim,
    Thank you for posting your story. My wife, Katie, and I practice domestic discipline as well, it is the reason we have such a great marriage. There is nothing better in this world to right a wrong and set things back in order than a good ole bare bottom spanking.

  • Sooo perfectly said and done! I don’t want my husband to read this – it is a very powerful deterrent. Thank you for sharing.

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