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and her husband is turn but not angry. His tone while scolding, serious, but light hearted, and never backing down from how serious her punishment will be, brings her into a place of total vulnerability. He forces her to submit. He truly leads her through this important discipline session.

she kicks and squirms but he is totally undeterred. He just keeps reminding her why she’s in this position. By the end she definitely knows who is in charge. she will appreciate this later.

The Disciplined Life podcast just released this episode debunking the idea that adult spankings are mainly symbolic, and do not need to be severe. Her idea is that the spanking has to feel like it is too much to handle. Adults have mechanisms to handle pain, and that has to be overcome. This is a great discussion regarding authentic corrections within domestic discipline.

“If you are sitting there weighing the pros and cons thinking, I might get spanked for this, but I’m going to do it anyway. Your spankings are not actually working. They are not being a deterrent. They are not being a motivation to do the right thing.”

They allow me to be completely selfless and function under a structure you don’t need to manage much.

Protocols keep you at the front of my mind, they prioritize my respect for you over anything else.

They allow me to serve you without being commanded. They remove monotonous decisions from your plate.

Protocols rewire my brain into a series of steps that push me lower and lower.

They keep me in a submissive headspace even when I’m feeling down, or less horny.

Protocols remind me of my inferiority, but in a way that feels secure and safe.

They make behaviors that feel strange at first into behaviors that fill me with lust and pride to complete.

Protocols help reinforce that your control over me is total and final.

I need to know that my body doesn’t belong to me. That my autonomy can be taken away. At a whim. Slap me if I speak without permission. Slap me harder if I flinch from the slap.

I need to learn that my pleasure doesn’t belong to me. Make me beg you not to let me cum. Over and over. Until it’s believable. Until you’re convinced it’s genuine, true begging.

I need you to condition me so I associate your pleasure as my own, as the only pleasure I will ever need. Reward me with an edge when I please you. Punish me when I don’t.