doe-eyes

Domestic Training - Punishment Domestic Training is a constant process. It’s not just about obedience when it’s fun or convenient. It’s about structure, responsibility, and learning to serve in every detail, every day. This time, I failed in something simple: I didn’t clean the kitchen. As a house slave and maid, this is one of my most basic tasks. Forgetting or neglecting it isn’t just careless… it’s disrespectful. So my Owner gave me 10 firm hand spankings to correct my behavior. This wasn’t a funishment. There was no teasing, no pleasure mixed in. Just discipline. I was locked into our ring bondage device, my favorite black tail plug in, mittens secured to the rings, body bent over the spanking bench. I wore nothing but stockings, heels, and a hood that blinded me completely. I couldn’t move. Couldn’t see. Could only feel. Every hit echoed through my body. I counted each one aloud, as required. And in the end, once I had taken my punishment well, I was rewarded the way a good slave should be… with His cum filling my mouth, leaving me reminded, owned, and corrected. 🖤 #bdsm #bondage #blowjob #spanking #punishment #bigass #devicebondage #slavegirl #submissive

Published: April 6th 2025, 8:18:13 pm

PreviousNext

Domestic Training - Punishment Domestic Training is a constant process. It’s not just about obedience when it’s fun or convenient. It’s about structure, responsibility, and learning to serve in every detail, every day. This time, I failed in something simple: I didn’t clean the kitchen. As a house slave and maid, this is one of my most basic tasks. Forgetting or neglecting it isn’t just careless… it’s disrespectful. So my Owner gave me 10 firm hand spankings to correct my behavior. This wasn’t a funishment. There was no teasing, no pleasure mixed in. Just discipline. I was locked into our ring bondage device, my favorite black tail plug in, mittens secured to the rings, body bent over the spanking bench. I wore nothing but stockings, heels, and a hood that blinded me completely. I couldn’t move. Couldn’t see. Could only feel. Every hit echoed through my body. I counted each one aloud, as required. And in the end, once I had taken my punishment well, I was rewarded the way a good slave should be… with His cum filling my mouth, leaving me reminded, owned, and corrected. 🖤 #bdsm #bondage #blowjob #spanking #punishment #bigass #devicebondage #slavegirl #submissive

You May Also Like...

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

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