Spanked for smoking
It had been some time since my love had been spanked. The nature of our lives can often prevent me from disciplining her as much as she needs. I firmly believe that a submissive should be spanked regularly and spanked hard.
Unfortunately, lax discipline can only lead to wanton behavior, so when one late night while partying with friends, she informed me, boasted even, that she had smoked a cigarette, I decided enough was enough. It was high time I reminded her how severely and painfully I can punish an errant girl.
At first, she tried to get out of it, as girls often do. They hate being spanked, which is exactly why it's an effective punishment. She didn't really smoke a cigarette, she said. It was only a brief drag offered by a friend. That doesn't count, right? We both knew that was false, but since it was late, I didn't press it further. I resolved to bring it up again tomorrow.
She was a much more contrite girl after taking time to sober up and think about her foolish behavior. I told her it was my duty as her dom to spank her, and she agreed that she needed it, expressing disappointment with herself. Due to the seriousness of her transgression, she would receive the paddle and belt fully nude.
When the time came, she obediently removed all her clothing, folding it neatly before going over my lap. I started spanking with my bare hand as I lectured. The hand spanking alone elicited yelps of contrition as I warmed her bottom, but it was nothing to what would come. She would be one sorry girl by the end of this ordeal.
The paddle was black leather with pink heart-shaped cutouts, a good reminder that corporal punishment is an act of love. She cried out as I imprinted the heart shapes into her already red and warm bottom, but held position over my knee.
After she had been thoroughly paddled, it was time for the final and most painful part of her beating. I had her lie face down and bottom up on the couch as I unbuckled my belt. The dreaded belt which had chastened her countless times before slid out of my loops and hung folded in half. I draped it over her sizzling cheeks before drawing it back and bringing it down hard for the first lash.
As I stood over her prone body, the difference in height allowed the leather implement to gain momentum as it bore down on her upturned bottom again and again. She howled and bucked as I whipped her, but she took the deserved thrashing with submission and remorse. I spared no inch of her buttocks, thighs and sit spots, thrashing them hard and fast thirty times in all.
The heat emanating from her glowing red backside could have fried an egg once I laid the last and most severe stroke. She was throroughly chastised, but her punishment was not over yet. As I marched her to the corner where she was to stand naked and shamed with her hands on her head and beaten ass on display for five minutes, I told her that if she ever smoked again, the spanking she would receive would make this one look like nothing.
After the five minutes passed, I released her from the corner, pulling her into a loving embrace. She sat straddling my lap in the couch as I held her. She buried her face in my neck, whispering “you take such good care of me.” I was immensely proud of my spanked princess in that moment. A good girl knows she deserves discipline and loves the hand that holds the rod.
We made love, and all was forgiven, but she had some trouble sitting down for the rest of the day, and the purple and red welts would linger for days after, serving as a humbling reminder of her well-earned punishment.
Unfortunately, lax discipline can only lead to wanton behavior, so when one late night while partying with friends, she informed me, boasted even, that she had smoked a cigarette, I decided enough was enough. It was high time I reminded her how severely and painfully I can punish an errant girl.
At first, she tried to get out of it, as girls often do. They hate being spanked, which is exactly why it's an effective punishment. She didn't really smoke a cigarette, she said. It was only a brief drag offered by a friend. That doesn't count, right? We both knew that was false, but since it was late, I didn't press it further. I resolved to bring it up again tomorrow.
She was a much more contrite girl after taking time to sober up and think about her foolish behavior. I told her it was my duty as her dom to spank her, and she agreed that she needed it, expressing disappointment with herself. Due to the seriousness of her transgression, she would receive the paddle and belt fully nude.
When the time came, she obediently removed all her clothing, folding it neatly before going over my lap. I started spanking with my bare hand as I lectured. The hand spanking alone elicited yelps of contrition as I warmed her bottom, but it was nothing to what would come. She would be one sorry girl by the end of this ordeal.
The paddle was black leather with pink heart-shaped cutouts, a good reminder that corporal punishment is an act of love. She cried out as I imprinted the heart shapes into her already red and warm bottom, but held position over my knee.
After she had been thoroughly paddled, it was time for the final and most painful part of her beating. I had her lie face down and bottom up on the couch as I unbuckled my belt. The dreaded belt which had chastened her countless times before slid out of my loops and hung folded in half. I draped it over her sizzling cheeks before drawing it back and bringing it down hard for the first lash.
As I stood over her prone body, the difference in height allowed the leather implement to gain momentum as it bore down on her upturned bottom again and again. She howled and bucked as I whipped her, but she took the deserved thrashing with submission and remorse. I spared no inch of her buttocks, thighs and sit spots, thrashing them hard and fast thirty times in all.
The heat emanating from her glowing red backside could have fried an egg once I laid the last and most severe stroke. She was throroughly chastised, but her punishment was not over yet. As I marched her to the corner where she was to stand naked and shamed with her hands on her head and beaten ass on display for five minutes, I told her that if she ever smoked again, the spanking she would receive would make this one look like nothing.
After the five minutes passed, I released her from the corner, pulling her into a loving embrace. She sat straddling my lap in the couch as I held her. She buried her face in my neck, whispering “you take such good care of me.” I was immensely proud of my spanked princess in that moment. A good girl knows she deserves discipline and loves the hand that holds the rod.
We made love, and all was forgiven, but she had some trouble sitting down for the rest of the day, and the purple and red welts would linger for days after, serving as a humbling reminder of her well-earned punishment.
