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Domestic Training Back on my knees for the Bad Board… I messed up again, didn’t put away my dishes, and now I’m down for twenty hard hand spanks to set me back on track. There’s something about facing that whiteboard list of “slips” that gives me a mix of nerves and — dare I say — a thrill. As a non-masochist, it’s not the pain itself that draws me in. Those smacks hurt, don’t get me wrong; each hit stings and lingers. But what truly sends a shiver through me is the feeling of being held accountable, being controlled in this specific, intimate way. When I got on all fours on the bed, I felt the familiar adrenaline start to pool — hands braced, knees settled, face down. Each slap was harder than the last, the sting making my skin heat up and my head spin a bit. But there was something grounding in the rhythm of counting out every strike, a reminder that I’m here to take whatever my Owner sees fit to give me. The whole punishment left me feeling just a little bit humbled and somehow even more aware of my place. By the end, my ass was burning, but I felt almost… recalibrated. Knowing that even my small missteps will be corrected is one of the things I crave most. It’s not about the pain — it’s about the discipline, about him reminding me exactly who’s in control. And maybe, a part of me still wouldn’t have it any other way. #bdsm #spanking #plug #buttplug #plugged #bigass #pawg #punishment #slavegirl #submissive# #sexslave #bdsmcommunity #redass

Published: November 8th 2024, 7:14:38 pm

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Domestic Training Back on my knees for the Bad Board… I messed up again, didn’t put away my dishes, and now I’m down for twenty hard hand spanks to set me back on track. There’s something about facing that whiteboard list of “slips” that gives me a mix of nerves and — dare I say — a thrill. As a non-masochist, it’s not the pain itself that draws me in. Those smacks hurt, don’t get me wrong; each hit stings and lingers. But what truly sends a shiver through me is the feeling of being held accountable, being controlled in this specific, intimate way. When I got on all fours on the bed, I felt the familiar adrenaline start to pool — hands braced, knees settled, face down. Each slap was harder than the last, the sting making my skin heat up and my head spin a bit. But there was something grounding in the rhythm of counting out every strike, a reminder that I’m here to take whatever my Owner sees fit to give me. The whole punishment left me feeling just a little bit humbled and somehow even more aware of my place. By the end, my ass was burning, but I felt almost… recalibrated. Knowing that even my small missteps will be corrected is one of the things I crave most. It’s not about the pain — it’s about the discipline, about him reminding me exactly who’s in control. And maybe, a part of me still wouldn’t have it any other way. #bdsm #spanking #plug #buttplug #plugged #bigass #pawg #punishment #slavegirl #submissive# #sexslave #bdsmcommunity #redass

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Some lessons just don’t stick… so my Master made sure this one did.

The kitchen towel has a specific place. It belongs right there—not on the counter, not on a chair, not anywhere else I happen to leave it behind in my absentmindedness. But I keep forgetting. And my Master? He’s had enough of looking for it.

So today, in the middle of my usual housework, he called me over. No warning. No discussion. Just a firm order: Across his lap. Now.

I felt my stomach drop. I knew what was coming. I had been too careless, too forgetful… and there are consequences for that.

The punishment wasn’t a set number this time—no counting, no pacing myself through it. Just “until your ass is red.” Which meant I had no idea how long I’d be there, how many slaps it would take, how much I’d have to endure. And since I’m not a masochist, I struggled. My body kept flinching, squirming, instinctively trying to avoid the pain. But I wanted to be good for him. I wanted to prove I could take it.

And in the end? I did.

My reward? A firm grip pulling me up, bending me over… and a rough fuck from behind. No hesitation, no gentleness—just pure ownership. And when he finished inside me, I wasn’t allowed to clean up. No wiping, no rinsing. His cum dripping down my thighs all day as I went back to my chores, a constant sticky reminder of my place.

I wonder… will I remember the towel’s place next time? Or will I be back over his lap soon enough? 🥺😇

#BDSM #spanking #punishment #bigass #doggy #plug #buttplug #humiliation #pawg

Domestic Training: Spanking Some lessons just don’t stick… so my Master made sure this one did. The kitchen towel has a specific place. It belongs right there—not on the counter, not on a chair, not anywhere else I happen to leave it behind in my absentmindedness. But I keep forgetting. And my Master? He’s had enough of looking for it. So today, in the middle of my usual housework, he called me over. No warning. No discussion. Just a firm order: Across his lap. Now. I felt my stomach drop. I knew what was coming. I had been too careless, too forgetful… and there are consequences for that. The punishment wasn’t a set number this time—no counting, no pacing myself through it. Just “until your ass is red.” Which meant I had no idea how long I’d be there, how many slaps it would take, how much I’d have to endure. And since I’m not a masochist, I struggled. My body kept flinching, squirming, instinctively trying to avoid the pain. But I wanted to be good for him. I wanted to prove I could take it. And in the end? I did. My reward? A firm grip pulling me up, bending me over… and a rough fuck from behind. No hesitation, no gentleness—just pure ownership. And when he finished inside me, I wasn’t allowed to clean up. No wiping, no rinsing. His cum dripping down my thighs all day as I went back to my chores, a constant sticky reminder of my place. I wonder… will I remember the towel’s place next time? Or will I be back over his lap soon enough? 🥺😇 #BDSM #spanking #punishment #bigass #doggy #plug #buttplug #humiliation #pawg