"I was never the girl next door." - Bettie Page.

If you’re going to discipline your spankee make sure that the punishment is effective, and produces the desired results, by going slightly beyond the exploration of limits and exceeding them.

I ask questions to enhance my understanding. Without them, I'm forced to assume. If many of you appreciate my writing, let's openly explore and learn together. There's no place for ignorance or impolite private messages.

“Perhaps you'd prefer I use something other than my hand to teach you a lesson.” I reach over to my nightstand, picking up my cane and giving it a few sharp swishes breaking the silence. “Is that really what you want? To wake up tomorrow with a reminder of your disobedience?”

You have made that very clear Miss; and if I foolishly do disobey you, I can't complain if you summon me for the cane?

So… what have you done? Or better yet, what haven’t you done? Speak. Before I decide what tone your morning deserves. *taps hairbrush*

Darling, you’re two seconds from being marched to the corner with your panties around your knees and a lecture written across your burning backside.

You’re going to bend over the edge of the bed. Arms forward. Fingers clutching the sheets you’ll be bunching tighter with every swat. Back arched. Legs apart. Bottom perfectly presented, because I’ll be positioning you myself, until you’re still and silent and ready.

I sit you on my lap, one arm around your waist so you can’t wriggle away. My voice stays calm, steady, maddeningly patient. I tell you exactly what you did wrong. Slowly and clearly. So you feel every word settle. Then I put you over my knee.

I’ll pull you right into my lap, tilt your chin up, and make it very clear who’s in charge of that attitude. Don’t pretend you don’t want that.

Now you’re going over my knee where you belong. If you wriggle, I’ll hold you tighter. If you whine, I’ll go slower. If you try to act brave, I’ll break that act spank by spank. Say yes, and be good. Or I’ll make you be good.

Mind your tone, sweetheart. Think before you speak. I won’t warn you twice. Come here, over my knee. We’re going to fix that attitude the old-fashioned way.

Does the word “spanking” still stir something in you, or have you grown too well behaved?

Sometimes, I just want to…

He’s late for his spanking. She’s already picked the page in his disciplinary manual and fluffed her lap a few times. He’ll be bare bottomed and over her knee right before his bedtime. Then she’ll go back to reading while he lies there, very sore and tearfully sorry.