My phone ran out of batteries the last night, before a concert out with my girl friends. I texted him with my friend's phone, telling him what had happened. He replied and thanked us for letting him know.
Today, I was punished for it.
I knelt in front of him on the hardwood, stripped naked like I always am for punishments. Hands behind my neck, elbows out, eyes on his face.
"You need to pay more attention to how much battery you have left. When your phone dies, I can't check your location and make sure that you're safe. Do you understand?"
"What will you do to prevent this from happening in the future?"
"I can check my phone's battery a few hours before I go out, sir."
A firm slap to my cheek, leaving it stinging. My eyes stung with the first tears of the night. "You said 'can' when I think you meant 'will'. Want to try again?"
"I will check my phone's battery a few hours before I go out, sir."
"I will bring an extra battery pack with me when I go out, sir. I will make sure to keep that charged in case of emergencies, sir."
"Better. What do you think will happen if you forget again?"
"I'll get a spanking, sir."
"That, and you'll lose your privileges." Daddy is generous with me; I'm usually allowed to do whatever I want with my friends. But going out is something he can revoke at any point. It is a privilege now, not a right.
"Alright. Get over my knee."
I got a taste of the wooden paddle for this lesson. He worked methodically, paddling me up and down my bottom, to the top of my thighs (which made me squeal), turning my backside a bright red.
I had to work hard to keep my cheeks loose, the way he expects. Clenching earns me thigh paddling as a warning, and repeated offenses escalate from a harder, longer, session with the corrective instrument at hand, or another additional punishment altogether, with a more fearsome option.
Eventually the tears came. He continued paddling my sore bottom until I was openly weeping, laying meekly across his lap. My punishments are usually around 20-30 minutes long, and my bottom is crimson with dusty white marks by the end of it. A regular red bottom is for maintenance; he takes correction seriously.
After corner time, he ordered me to my knees again. We often "complete" a correction with me providing oral service until he finishes in my throat. It's a way for me to show my gratitude for his correction, and to use my mouth, lips, tongue, and throat to express that I've learned my lesson.
I'm expected to keep my eyes on him as much as I can, even as I lap as his balls until I'm allowed to make my way back to his cock, depending on his mood. It's a very submissive act, and a powerful one.
From Spanking Your Wife, a great blog on domestic discipline:
The physical nature of her fellating him is fitting to the time after her correction. She shows her husband her natural position before him by kneeling. She shows her openness to his command and his teaching by stretching open physically for him. She receives his member as she receives his will. She shows her desire to serve him by focusing on pleasuring him completely. These aspects of pleasuring he man express in action what she probably has expressed verbally during the spanking — her submission to him, and the reverence she has for his headship. Those words are quickly being put into action on her knees.
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