𝕄𝕠𝕠𝕘𝕝𝕖 𝕄𝕚𝕝𝕜𝕩 | 𝗟𝗡𝗗 🍁

So… what have you done?
Or better yet, what haven’t you done?

Speak.
Before I decide what tone your morning deserves.

*taps hairbrush*

You were meant to look at me with that guilty sparkle in your eye and murmur something like:
“I’m sorry I was cheeky. I got carried away and I didn’t mean to challenge you. I’ll behave now.”

Was that so hard? No. But you wanted to test me, didn’t you? Guess what happens now…

What exactly do you think you’re doing? Pouting at me like that, tugging on my attention without so much as a reason or a proper greeting?

Do you want me to come over there and tip your chin up until you remember your manners?

And if I don’t hear what I want in the next few minutes?

Then don’t be surprised if I pull you up by the wrist, swat that sleepy backside hard enough to wake the neighbours, and plant you in front of the mirror until you remember you’re not some defeated little thing.

I’m waiting…

If you half ass it, I’ll put you over my knee, spank that apology out of you syllable by syllable, and make sure you can’t sit still long enough to mumble another word without wincing.

Going through old photos and it turns out, my grandmother had a rather impressive shoe collection… wouldn’t you agree? I bet a few pairs had quite the bite to them.

So… let’s try again. Hands out. Palms up.

Let me see just how much trouble’s hiding in those fingers. And you’re going to keep them still while we talk. Unless, of course, you’d prefer I strap them with my tawse and thank me for each one.

Because if I have to repeat myself again…
You’re not getting one spanking.

You’re getting three.
One for the twisting the truth.
One for the backtalk.
And one for pretending you’re in charge of what happens next.

Now. Choose. Carefully.

You certainly don’t throw tantrums with profanity in your mouth like I won’t come over there, grab you by the wrist, and have that swear word crackling across your bottom as a lesson in what happens when you forget your manners.

You’ve been putting it off, but remember, the hardest steps are the ones that take you the furthest. It might be tough, but you’ve got the strength to push through. Don’t let fear hold you back, take that step today and show yourself what you’re capable of. You’ve got this! 🍑👋🏻

Have you eaten lunch? I expect you to tell me exactly what you had. I care about you all too much to let you neglect yourselves. Be good and take care of yourselves, for me.

If I find out you’ve skipped that meal or given me any cheek about it, you know exactly what’ll happen.

Reading a chapter of my book, ignoring your pleading. You can feel the dread filling your entire body as you stand in the corner. You know what is coming but just can’t seem to make it stop.

As the evening arrives, I stand and sigh as I look at you.

“Time for your spanking.”

So try again.
Slowly…
With that look in your eyes that tells me you know precisely who’s in charge right this moment.

Now…
Do you want to speak to me like a good girl, or shall I warm up my hand?

You're fidgeting again, darling. I know that sore bottom of yours is making things uncomfortable, but you need to hold still for me. I'm not going to let you get too distracted.

If you can't stay still, I'll have to remind you how to behave.

Let me take care of you.

Please what? I haven't heard you say any magic words yet, so I have no reason to stop. I gave you a chance, and you chose insubordination.

If you'd like this spanking to end, you have to promise, and behave, following my rules. If you do that now, then I'll think about stopping.

You’re lucky you’re already over my lap, because that just guaranteed you a punishment so blisteringly thorough, your bottom will be writing apologies before your sweet mouth can even catch up.

I’ll be taking off my slipper for this…

Watching him rub his freshly spanked bottom is a delicious sight for me, his hands tracing over the warmth I’ve given him.

It’s a lovely way of prolonging the sensation in the most tantalising way.

Months off, one photo later, and I remember exactly who I am. Someone who’s utterly obsessed with spanking…

Dry your tears, sweetheart. Kiss my hand. And thank me for giving you what you needed… not just what you asked for.

I would meet your gaze, locking eyes with you, and calmly instruct you to position yourself over my knee.

A momentary hesitation flickers across your face, swiftly replaced by regret as you obediently place yourself across my lap.

Compatibility matters in all kink and spanking play. Always ask questions, there are no stupid ones. A good Dom will make time to answer, no matter how big or small the concern.

The playful part comes later, but serious conversations should always come first.

Misbehave, and you won’t leave my lap until I hear a proper apology. Get cheeky, and that bratty bottom will be very sore.

The hairbrush will make sure you feel every bit of my lesson.

Think twice before answering me back or question my authority.

*taps foot*

What unique qualities or approaches would you anticipate from a seasoned disciplinarian, and how do you think their professional expertise could positively impact personal growth or behaviour modification?

It’s a loaded question but I’d like to understand more. Thank you.

The house is clean, dinner is made, and everything is in its place - except you. I don’t recall giving permission for laziness.

Should I remind you how discipline is maintained in this household?

Tomorrow’s arrivals, consider this your final warning, exemplary behaviour is expected.

You need no reminders about where you’re meant to be, and rest assured, @MissSternmore and I will see to it that you’re guided there without delay…

…straight over the knee.

Discipline isn’t just the spanking - it’s the control.

Inspections can happen anytime. Before, when you’re dreading it. After, when you’re sore and exposed. Or during, when you’re already broken down. Humiliating? Very.

But it’s a reminder: nothing is yours to withhold.

Some marks are warnings, others are promises. Sinking my teeth into that soft, tempting bottom isn’t just a frisky bite, I’ve claimed it.

A silent contract that later, when the time is right, that very spot will be warmed up properly.

There’s a special kind of joy in unearthing a spanking book in a charity shop, tucked between boring paperbacks, as if waiting just for you.

I paid £1

You forget that I do not issue empty threats. When I warn you, I expect obedience. And when you defy me? I take pleasure in correcting you.