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Domestic TrainingBack on my knees for the Bad Board… I messe..

Published: November 8th 2024, 6:13:55 pm

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.