My Good Sir

My 22nd birthday was life changing. Not only did I get my first ever otk spanking, but I got engaged to the most loving man I have ever met! It was completely unexpected and took my breath away when he asked me to spend the rest of my life with him. I mean, I am only 22 and I have found the love of my life and he loves me so much that he actually wants to get married, again.  For a lot of people that had a bad marriage once before, they don't want to marry again since marriage just seems to remind them of is the hardship they went through. I talked to him about marriage before and it sounded like he never wanted to tie the knot again. So when he proposed to me, I was in no way expecting it to happen at all. When we first met, I honestly thought it was just going to be a casual hook up and now we are getting ready to spend the rest of our lives together! He really does know what is best for the both of us and at the right time to do things. We don't have a "normal" relationship to most people, even in the D/s community we don't exactly fit in. Not to say we didn't try to fit into the lifestyle of BDSM, but life works in mysterious ways and what you thought you wanted might not be what you actually end up with.


We met on craigslist when he posted an ad with a story on where his curiosity for BDSM started from. He had posted in the casuals section so I responded thinking I could just have fun since this was only a few weeks after I left ''Master'' permanently. I responded to quite a few ads actually, but I wasn't looking for anything serious like before. I decided I needed to just enjoy being young and still have fun with the BDSM sex life that I knew I loved. I ended up meeting with 2 guys before I finally met with him for the first time. It wasn't because we didn't connect right away, but he actually didn't live in Nevada. He was in the process of moving here when he posted the ad. I guess he wanted to feel less lonely moving to a new place with only his business partner. I came to his house only 3 days after he had moved in, his business partner was their along with some of his partner's family. I didn't know what to expect when I met him, I mean we talked about everything! I thought we were going to have hot kinky sex like the other guys just wanted to do, but he was different. That day, he was actually mad at me for not responding to his text. We already had an agreement that I called him Sir and I were to text him before I went to bed and when I woke up every day. He was also upset with how I responded to him after I forgot to text him. So, we were excited to meet, but we also had some talking to do as well.


When I pulled up to the house, he came out and opened the car door. We just looked at each other for a moment, I mean pictures always look different than the real thing. He let me know that everyone in the house was going to leave soon to explore the city so it wasn't going to be awkward. Of course it was a little strange, I could hear everyone snickering in the background since he already had some strange girl over, but I didn't care if he didn't. I followed him back to his room where he shut the door and let his dog say hi to me so he would calm down. He asked me if I wanted anything to drink and I said yes, a soda would be fine. I didn't know what to do, but I was trying to be as respectful as possible since I was already in trouble. I had to write down on a piece of paper "I will check in with Sir when I wake up, throughout the day and before bed" multiple times and bring it to our first meeting. I had it out and ready when he came back with my soda, which I kindly asked where I could put my soda down so as to not ruin his furniture. He had me place it on his night stand and then he looked over the list to see that I wrote it as many times as he told me to. We then sat down on his bed and talked about a few things, I mentioned that I was seeing a few other guys at the moment. He already knew it and asked that if he wanted me to, would I stop seeing those guys. I told him that I wasn't looking for anything serious, but I couldn't say right then if I could answer his question. We talked a little about what I had done with the other guys and if he had met any other girls since he posted his ad. To which he responded that I was the only one he had met and that once he started talking to me that he took the ad down. I was a little shocked, but it was nice that he was wanting to just concentrate on our relationship to see if it had a chance. Of course, this happy conversation didn't last for too long since I was in some trouble with him.


We heard everyone leave and then he got right to the point of asking if I had any training with being submissive. I hadn't really had any training, I told him that the last guy wasn't the best example of a Dom. He then told me to sit on my the floor with my legs under me, my back straight and my hands face up on my thighs. I was then supposed to look down and not move until he told me so. He got up, left to get a soda for himself, then sat down and turned on the tv. It was actually really hard not to look up with the tv on, but I didn't want to disappoint him. Not more than 15 minutes later, he turned off the tv, pulled my top down and placed my hair a certain way. This time when he left, he as gone for longer. I am not sure what he was doing, but I did move a little while he was away. As soon as he got back he noticed that my hair was different. He said that he understood if I moved my head a little and I said something and then giggled. He then slapped my face saying that I was not told to speak and that it was not a laughing matter. I shut up right away and looked down, I almost felt like crying but it wasn't because I was scared of him. It was that I didn't know what to do. He then asked me if I was comfortable in this position, to which I then replied that my feet were going numb. He was nice enough to let me change positions to on my hands and knees, again with my head facing down. He got back up on the bed and turned on the tv while I sat there for a few more minutes. He saw me swaying a little and said that I was not to move. He got down and said that this is supposed to be a little uncomfortable, but I was to do as I was told. I stayed in that position a little longer and then he asked me if I wanted him to train me. I said yes and then he asked me if I wanted anything since I was being a good girl. I told him I wanted to be spanked since that was supposed to be part of my punishment. He was not happy with that answer.


According to him, I wasn't supposed to ask for anything and that he didn't know if I was really a submissive. I told him that I really was and I was sorry, he agreed that I still needed to get my spanking since he wanted to follow through with what he said. I lied down on the floor and he got a little irritated since he was trying to find a place to mark me up that wasn't already bruised. He got up, got the hair brush and told me to spread my legs. I had 8 strokes coming to me, and he started right away. I didn't say anything and again, he got upset that I wasn't thanking him. I started counting this time and saying thank you sir after each one. He didn't really follow the counting since he was trying to make sure he got a good enough hit each time, if not then he would do it again and say it didn't count. When he was finished he had me get up on my knees and start to please him, but he didn't let me finish. Which to me, was very strange, but he didn't want me to have the satisfaction. He knew that doing that would be my punishment and he had so much self control that he was able to do that knowing that I needed to be punished more. That is honestly one of the main reasons that I kept seeing him. He already seemed like the perfect Dom for me. He knew what I liked, what I didn't like, what got my attention and how to help me. He wasn't being selfish in any way, but he did what was best for both of us. It is no surprise that only a week later he asked me to stop seeing the other guys and I said yes. I couldn't help it, I was falling for him.


Things moved so fast with us, but at the time it felt so right. I never expected to get serious, move in and work together! I don't even think a month had passed since we met that I was already living in his room, helping set up his shop and doing everything together. We tried to incorporate BDSM into our life when we could, but we couldn't act like that around other people. We didn't want others asking questions, so we would train in the room when we had time. It was mostly just me sitting on the floor in a certain position for as long as he told me to. I was to think about things like, not asking questions when he tells me to do something or even thinking about what it means to be submissive. We did this for awhile, but we got so busy that we didn't have much time to do any training at all. We were always around other people and helping start up his business or I was at school. At some point, it just stopped and we became a "regular" couple. Minus the fact that I would wear a chain around my neck with a lock to symbolize that he owned me. I loved having that around my neck, it reminded me that he really did choose me. After awhile I would complain that we weren't doing anything BDSM, not even in our sex life. He would incorporate it a little, but nothing major like I expected. We were just so busy with our day to day lives that we kind of forgot about why we got together. I think in my head I was expecting this big ordeal on how my training would go. I was picturing ropes, chains and toys that I couldn't even imagine in our sex life and for my training. He made me realize that even though we weren't setting aside time to train, that he was still being my Dom. He was my mentor, he told me what to do when I needed to make decisions, he helped me sort out my stressors, he got me to be a better person and he just made my life better overall. He managed to help me without me even noticing that I was changing into a better person.


We may not be some crazy D/s couple with a dungeon, but we aren't normal either. We are a mix of everything that suits us just right. I said before that life doesn't always turn out the way you thought it would and I can honestly say that its true. I never pictured when I went on line that I would find the man I am marrying from a simple casual encounters ad. I always hated when people would tell me that love will find you when you least expect it, but they are damn-it, they were right! I didn't find someone who fit into some neat little category of a Dom and I sure as hell am not some person's idea of a submissive, but thats what I love about our relationship. It defies all boundaries, we aren't boxed in to anything and we don't care what people think about us. We are comfortable being ourselves with each other, we don't have to hide anything and we don't get sick of each other. We work with each other and can still come home happy to see each other and just talk for hours. I know that we love each other because we don't have to be doing anything at all to be happy. That is something that I never expected to find and I am the luckiest person in the world to be marrying him.

Dani

My First Discipline Spanking

I was so nervous, yet still a little excited. This was my first ever discipline spanking and I knew I had a lot coming to me. I was told by my disciplinarian (still weird to say) to keep a list of every time someone says I complained, but I somehow misinterpreted that to how many times I complain throughout my day. So, whenever I complained extensively to anyone, I would write it down and say a little of what I was complaining about. My list grew long in a short amount of time, but I was trying to be as honest as possible. I don't even believe I got to a week before Michael told me to stop with the list, it was way too long for any one person to have complained that much in such a short amount of time. He got me really thinking, he talked about how I appear to be optimistic and kind, yet with this long list I seemed like an angry little girl with a chip on my shoulder. I do not want to be like that at all, but I couldn't control my frustrations. I let simple things get under my skin and I needed to stop, all it was doing was hurting me. I stopped keeping track and tried to cut down on the complaining before I even had my discipline session. I would like to think that even the thought of discipline, from someone whom I have no other connection with, made me think twice before complaining. Michael made a copy of my list and didn't seem to like the way I phrased things, but didn't say much at the time. Before I came over for my discipline spanking, he asked me to remember the number of complaints I had on my list when he asked me to stop tracking them. I was very worried when I realized that the number was 135, I knew in my head what that number was going to mean.

I got up that morning and tried to keep myself busy before I left to get my spanking. I was lucky that my fiance was there to comfort me, he could tell how nervous I really was. I don't even know if I was scared of the actual spanking, or if I knew that the scolding was going to be worse. I left a few minutes late, but luckily I arrived just on time to Michael's place. I brought a few different outfits with me so Dana could choose what was best, but when it came to discipline I only needed a bra and panties, plus some heels. I had just bought these 6 inch black pumps since I was told it would help keep my back arched and ass up, good for both the camera and easier access for the spanking. It was almost necessary to feel a little exposed during discipline, not to humiliate, but to psychologically make you vulnerable for the discipline. The spanking was going to hurt, but it was really just meant to reinforce the scolding and change the bad behavior. This was all so new to me, I understood the concept, but actually experiencing it was going to be different. Michael sat me down to talk before we both got ready for the shoot. He had some notes in his hand, but first he asked how I was feeling and what was going on with me at the moment. We talked about how emotional I was feeling with all the changes going on in my life and then we got right to the point about the list. He mentioned that I had a long list of things I wanted to work on, but to be able to work on everything else I first needed to stop with the complaining. We discussed how important it is to not let things get to me, that complaining really only hurts me. I now understood how important it was to my health, both mentally and physically, to not be such an angry person that holds grudges. If I continuously complain about the same thing, that means that it has gotten to me and is keeping my entire being in a negative state. No one wants to be around a person that just bitches about everything all the time and especially about the same things. Michael really got me thinking about the severity of this tiny little thing that I put almost at the bottom of my list of things to work on. I knew he had more to say, but was going to save it for the discipline.

I got changed into the bra, panties and heels and I was told to place my hands on a desk and arch my back with some space between my feet. I felt bare, open and unprotected from the spanking to come; I believe that was the point of this position. Michael had a large, thick leather paddle in his hand that was completely new to me. He started talking about why I was here today, mentioning that we had just discussed why I need to work on my complaining. He didn't talk for long at first, getting right to the point with how many complaints I wrote down in my notes. I told him 135 and he said that I was going to get a stroke for each complaint. That number sounded huge, and I knew this spanking was going to feel long. He asked me if I was ready and I said yes, I was to count each stroke out loud. I was in shock a little with the first whack, I forgot to say the number out loud and he had to tell me again to do so. I started counting with each stroke, but it was hard not to move. I knew that I was to hold my position at all times during discipline and I did good for most of it. Michael stopped after just 10 strokes, reminding me that 135 is a long ways away. He then pulled down my panties and continued spanking me until we got to 25. He kept reminding me that I still had plenty more to go and asked me if I regretted complaining that much. I already did, but there was not changing that number now and so we continued up until 50. Stopping to look at his notes, he walked over so he could look me in the eyes. "Stupid" was all he said at first. I had used the word stupid 15 times, idiot 3 times and moronic 3 times as well. The scolding was beginning. Michael brought up how I wouldn't like it if someone called me stupid or an idiot and that now one is in fact one. Every person knows something that I don't know and I need to stop with the mean language. I was starting to feel really bad, I mean I knew that those words weren't nice, but it didn't stop me from using them before. I felt worse when Michael scolded me about it, yet I couldn't figure out what was making his words get through to me more. The spanking was definitely hurting, but I could handle a spanking. I guess the combination of the two, while being exposed, helped my brain soak it in.

Michael looked disappointed in me as he walked back to spank me. The whacks came faster as we made our way to number 70. Just over half way there, he muttered as we went to get his notes again. He mentioned that I complained about my animals 7 times, and this is not okay because we all love animals. They do not understand what they are doing to upset us and it is not their fault either. I really do love animals and with the way Michael was talking to me, I felt so ashamed of my complaints. I would never hurt an animal, yet being angry at them due to my annoyance at the time is not good. I need to not project my frustrations onto them. Michael knew that I loved animals as well, which is why he wanted to point this out. He got back into position and mentioned how sore my bottom was looking and if I wanted him to move it around a little. Before I could even answer he started whacking away at every inch of my bottom. He hit on top, on the sides, right in the middle and in the sit spots. Whew, it was starting to hurt! He continued all the way to 100 strokes before stopping again, I kept thinking that there were only 35 left to go.This time there wasn't much a break, he talked for a second before continuing to stroke 125. Micheal's next note was about my job, the majority of my complaints I would say. I deal with people all day long and he wanted to talk about how lucky I was to have a job. I really do appreciate my job and I enjoy it most of the time, but I also need to work on how I treat people. I shouldn't get so frustrated with others and realize that they have feelings, too and are going through their own problems as well. For the next 5 strokes he had me repeat "people are people too, just like me" after each stroke instead of saying the number. His next, and what I thought was his last point, was about my fiance. I was to repeat after each stroke that I love and support my fiance. Again, this was for 5 strokes, I was at 135, yet Michael wasn't done. He had me repeat a few different things, one about my love for my animals, another about how I love my job and he ended with me repeating that I love myself too much to be a whiner.

In the end, I am not sure how many strokes I actually got, I would say at least 150, but the spanking really wasn't the worst part. I felt so bad for everything that I complained about and did not want to complain about much anymore. Michael asked me if I wanted to complain right now, about him or anything, he kept saying that I could if I wanted to. I could honestly say that I did not want to complain at all and would try my hardest not to overly complain again. Michael then told me to pull up my panties and then he gave me a hug. Afterward, we just talked about how I wouldn't want to have this conversation with him again. The punishment would be much worse for a second offense and I absolutely don't want to find out how much worse. He told me that I did really well and took my discipline like a good girl, I mean I only kicked my leg up once! I agreed with him that the scolding was much worse than the actual spanking, I guess that is what makes it true discipline. If you beat the heck out of someone without talking, then they would probably just dislike you. The scolding is what really makes the discipline matter. Its what you will mostly remember when you look back on it.  Not to say that the spanking didn't hurt, it really did and I am reminded of it almost every time I sit down. I must say that the paddle really did a number on my ass, its bruised in a way that I had never seen it before. I will definitely think twice before complaining.

Dani

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My spanking videos are up!

I'm really excited and happy to announce that my first ever spanking videos are online! You can see the first two on Michael's video studio Big Stick Spanking now.

You can also read about both of the videos in my posts My first OTK hand spanking and The Test.

I hope everyone likes my videos!

Dani