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New Story - "Paddling at school, earns you another one at home!"

\I was just getting into the door from a long day at school, when not two seconds after I got the door shut, my Dad started in on scolding me. I could tell he was upset as he,  got up from his chair and walked over to me, barely giving me a chance to sit down my book bag, when he scolded me, while having a hold of my upper arm at this time, and now beginning to land a good couple of swats to my jean covered bottom, “I just got off the phone with your school principal. She told me you had a visit with her because you acted up in a class and wouldn’t settle down when the teacher gave you not one, but THREE,” my Daddy made sure to punctuate the word three with even harder swats to my bottom and continue the scolding as we were now at his chair, and he was sitting down, taking ahold of my wrist and pulling me over his lap, for a good old fashioned hand spanking first, before he continued with the hand spanking and scolding, “warnings, to settle down, before she sent you to the principal for a paddling,” he quit scolding for a few minutes to concentrate on finishing the hand spanking over my jeans, “Stand up, we are going to get these jeans out of the way, so I can continue  with the lesson on reminding my little girl what happens when she comes home from school after getting a paddling from the principal,” I blushed at this point.

I didn’t like when my Daddy scolded like, this because I felt less like an eighteen year old and more and more like a naughty eight year old. Before I realized it, my Daddy, had my jeans at my knees, and was in the process of taking me back over his lap, to continue the spanking and scolding.

“Now why is it this is the SECOND,” two hard swats landed on my panty covered bottom, “time, we have to have a discussion about what happens when you come home from getting paddled at school, over your behavior?”

I was squirming and trying to take my spanking like a big girl, because I wanted to try and show my Daddy he didn’t need to use spankings on me anymore, but as I was doing this, it made me not realize I was just asked a question and that upset my Dad and made him concentrate the next few hard swats to my sit spots, before he stopped and rested his hands on my back, “Since you don’t want to answer my question, just yet, guess that means, it is time for your panties to come down, so that my hand can concentrate more with my little girls naughty school paddled backside, “ I blushed and yelped, “No Daddyyyy,” I protested and threw my hand back to block, but was only rewarded with it being moved back out of the way and being told, “Don’t block again, or I will restrain your hand so you can’t interview with my teaching your naughty bottom a good old fashioned lesson, is that understood?” A couple hard swats landed on my sit spots, and I squeaked out a, “Yes Sir.” Then my Daddy concentrated on spanking my now bare bottom, without saying a word, because he wanted to get my attention a bit more with his hand, before he would continue with another implement, which I was sure would be his paddle, because I had earned myself a paddling at school today, but right then I didn’t want to worry about that too much, because my mind was trying to concentrate on not interfering with blocking my Daddy’s hand, from my unprotected bottom.

It had to be about another three minutes of hand spanking on my bare bottom, before my Daddy stopped, and helped me to my feet, pointing to the empty corner in the living room, “Go stand there for a few minutes and think about why you got paddled at school for acting up in class and why you are about to get a good old fashioned bare bottom paddling from your Daddy as well, is that understood?” I stood there for a second letting what my Dad just said, register and also trying to compose myself and keep my hands from rubbing out the start of a fire in my bottom over the paddling I got at school a couple hours before.

I just nodded before trying to walk to the corner I was to stand in, but I didn’t get, but halfway,  before I was stopped, and given a few more swats, “You didn’t answer me, do you understand what you are to think about while standing in the corner, little girl?” He peppered my bottom with his hand as we stood in the middle of the living room and he waited for my answer, I couldn’t find my voice right away, because I was too shocked at the unexpected spanking in the middle of the living room, while I was supposed to be standing in the corner, right then.

I guess my still not answering him, got him a bit upset and made him realize he was going to have to get me to answer, by giving my bottom a little more attention, so he continued to stand there and pepper my naughty bare bottom with hand swats, as he began scolding me again, “I can keep this up all night little girl, waiting for you to answer my questions, when I ask them, however, I can see I need to pay a bit more attention to your naughty bottom, so since you don’t want understand what you need to think about in the corner just yet, we will continue this lesson, with a good taste of my leather belt on your bottom,” I was squirming and whining, by this point, but didn’t realize once again what was going on, till I found myself being turned around and having a chair placed in front of me, “Place your hands on the seat of the chair and don’t move them, while I give your naughty bottom a lesson with my belt, to help let you know when I ask you a question you are to answer it.”

I whined, but did as told, and closed my eyes as I heard my Daddy sliding the belt out of his jeans, heard him folding it, and then CRACK, to get my attention and let me know he was going to give me a good dose of his belt on my backside.

I just stood there as the swats from my Daddy’s belt began to fall over and over and over again. He didn’t speak, because he knew the belt was doing that for him this time. He knew he only had to strap me long enough to get me to finally, break position, and then promise I would be good and that I understood what I had to think about in the corner and that I would answer his questions from now on during the spanking.

It took a good three or four minutes to get me to my breaking point, but once it came this time, he helped me back into position, for another couple of swats, before he put his belt back on, “Go stand in the corner, until I feel like it is time to continue our discussion,” with that I hobbled over to the corner and whispered a quite, “Yes Sir.”

I stood there for awhile I know, because I had time to calm down and my bottom felt cooler, but I was sure it was still red and if you felt it would be warm, but I didn’t dare try and rub my bottom just yet, because I knew when I was in the corner, my Dad was never far away and could come swat my bottom anytime he felt it needed it. Mainly I earned swats to my bottom if I was talking, moving around and trying to see where and what my Dad was doing, or the one that got me into the most trouble while having corner time was rubbing my bottom. I couldn’t help it though, because my Dad always made sure my bottom was on fire and throbbing before he sent me to the corner to think about my punishment and my hands tended to wonder to my bottom and try and rub out the fire, my Daddy would start, but when those times happened, I never heard my Daddy come up behind me, till my hands were moved and my Daddy’s hands were swatting my  bottom and I heard the famous scolding for rubbing my bottom in the corner, “So, I see you are trying to rub out the fire I lit in that naughty backside of yours, eh? I think not, I am going to relight it again right now, and you will then stand with your hands on your head and let this fire in your backside stay lit, till I feel it is time for me to continue with your butt blistering so you don’t sit comfortably for a good week,” with that, he would quit the hand swats, and then place my hands on my head and swat my sit spots a couple times, before walking away for awhile, still never being far away and not having his eyes off of me.

Luckily I didn’t have that happen this time, however when I was finally called from the corner and I turned around to see what was going to be next and what position I would be in for the next part, I was mortified and ready to begin begging him that I learned my lesson, because I didn’t like paddlings, and that was what my bottom was going to be feeling next.

“Come here, and lay down on your back on the footstool,” I blinked as my Daddy sat in a kitchen chair, with the paddle not far from his reach, “Wait what…,” I started to ask, but was cut off promptly, “I said come lay down on your back on this footstool, little girl, don’t make me tell you again, is that understood?” I nodded and whispered, “Yes Sir,” then walked over to where I was supposed to be and lay down on my back on the footstool, confused as to how he was going to paddle me this way, but that confusion didn’t last long as I heard, “Let’s get your legs up and out of the way,” as he spoke, he was helping me lift them, and then kept a hold of them to help keep them up and out of the way, “You are to help me out be holding your hands around the backs of your knees,” I blushed and realized I was feeling much younger then my eighteen years as I did as told, but not without stating, “This is embarrassing Daddy, why do you have me like this?”  

My Dad laughed for a moment as he picked up the paddle and held it for a few moments to answer my question, “Well that is good to hear, because your behavior at school today embarrassed me as well, and you are in the diaper position, right now, to help show you that when you act like a little girl, you will be punished like one as well.”

With that said and done, it wasn’t but a couple seconds later and I felt the evil bite from the paddle on my bare bottom, which just made me yelp and squirm, just like it was intended to, it got my attention and got me feeling like a little girl. My Daddy continued to paddle my bottom in silence, however I kept yelping and squirming and then cried out, “Pleassseeee stop Daddyyyy,” but the only response I got was more swats with the paddle, and more silence, he was making sure to cover every inch of my bottom and sit spots and upper thighs as well, because they were all perfectly exposed to show him, just how naughty his daughter was for acting up in class and getting a paddling at school.

“I’ll be good,” I chocked out, between yelps and squirms, this time I was meant with a reply besides just the swats from the paddle, “Oh I know you will after I paddle your naughty bottom. You want to act out in school and embarrass me with your behavior?” He continued to pepper my bottom, he didn’t even give me a chance to answer as he continued the scolding, “I am going to make sure that the paddling you got at school today felt like a walk in the park, especially since I know it was over your jeans and only six little swats,” the paddle continued its lesson to my bottom as well, while my Daddy scolded me, “I can’t believe at eighteen you are even getting paddlings at school, since you try and tell me all the time you are too old for spankings,” swat after swat landed, as I yelped and squirmed, “Come to find out I know that can’t be true, because the only time I hear that line is when you know you are about to get your bottom blistered for acting up, is that not right, little girl” More swats landed, but this time I was to answer and all I could do was cry out, “Yes Sirrrr, pleassssse nooo moreeee,” he didn’t listen though, because he wanted to make sure he was making an impression on me and he sure was, but as far as he was concerned, my bottom wasn’t nearly as sorry as it was going to be when he was finished, because he was going to make sure I was one sorry little girl, that wasn’t about to have another call home to him saying I had been paddled at school.

“We are far from over, your bottom isn’t nearly as sorry as you think it is,” more swats landed with that evil paddle, “Your going to be one sorry little girl when I’m finished with you,” more swats landed, all over my bottom, sit spots, and upper thighs, “Are you even sorry for what you did today in class?” A good two swats landed, then he stopped long enough to let me answer, I was crying and choked out, “Yes Sirrr…,” before I felt the paddle lash into my naughty upturned bottom again, “Are you just saying that so I stop paddling you?” A couple more swats landed before they stopped and I got to choke out a, “Noooo Sirrrr,” a few more swats landed, before, my feet were let down and I was helped onto my feet and taken over to the corner, with my well spanked bottom on display for all to see as I stood there and tried to calm down and not rub out the fire that was lit all over again in my bottom. It was a struggle, but I pulled it off and was almost calmed down, before I was taken out of the corner and taken straight over to where my Daddy’s chair was, he  took a seat again, then pulled me over one knee, to where I was straddled over it, so he had perfect access to my bare bottom, so he could once again give me a hand spanking, but this time it was to drive the lesson home, so it was going to be a very thorough one,  to where I was kicking and crying and begging for it to end long before it actually would. My Daddy was known to make sure the last over the knee hand spanking he gave during a punishment was to wore out a naughty bottom more so, then it already was, because naughty little girls, needed to have a wore out blistered backside to sit on for the next few days to a week to remind them to behave or else Daddy would wear out their backsides all over again.

Today was going to be no different, “Now it is time to make sure your bottom is really wore out little girl,” he began spanking with his hand, “Your bottom isn’t  going to want to have another visit with Daddy anytime soon after this is over, nor will your bottom want another visit with your principals paddle,” he went quite and really laid into punishing my bottom, to drive home the lesson. Once I wasn’t squirming or talking anymore, and I was pretty much laying there limp over his knee, is when he stopped, he let me lay there for a few moments, before helping me up and sitting me on his knee, to give me a hug, “Your foregiven now, but don’t let us have a repeat of this anytime soon. Is that understood?” I nodded my head, unable to speak. He let me cuddle for a few more seconds, before he helped me up and placed me into the corner for a good fifteen minutes to finish off my punishment.

Once out of the corner, I headed to my room, still bare bottomed, and callasped onto my bed and dozed off, for the night, on my tummy, with my hands on my bare bottom, to try and rub out the fire that was still in it, since my Daddy wore my bottom out with a butt blistering I wasn’t going to soon forget.

New Story - "Dear Diary"

Dear Diary,

I’m writing to you laying on my tummy, with my panties and PJ bottoms off and my sore red bottom on display because I was a naughty little girl again this week. You are probably asking yourself what I did to get a spanking again this week from my Daddy after the butt blistering I got two weeks ago for my tantrum and swearing at him, all because I didn’t want to do my Saturday chores, right? Well, it is really simple, since today is Friday and my Daddy goes into work two hours before I have to get up and get ready for school and jump on the bus.

I decided to skip school today, because I knew for a fact that I wouldn’t get caught since, it is Friday and my Daddy never gets home till 6:00pm for dinner.

Anyways, here is how it all went down to me finding myself on my tummy right now with a sore bottom, that I know I won’t be sitting on comfortably for another week.

I didn’t set my alarm last night for school, because I wanted to sleep in as late as I could, so I didn’t find myself up and about till, 9:00am, then made myself a bowl of cereal and flipped on the cartoons on TV and just snuggled up in my PJ’s and a blanket and pillow for a couple hours, till I got up and got my laptop and a vibrator, that I bought a couple months ago, after spending the night with my friend. I kept it hidden in my dresser, until this afternoon, when I was watching video of my favorite band, and then began playing with it on my clit. I was so involved with what I was doing that I didn’t even hear the front door open and then feel my Daddy’s eyes on me as I was in the living room and the front door is so close by. I was facing the opposite way to see if the door was opening or not. I was in the process of cumming from playing with my vibrator on my clit, when my Daddy’s hand grabbed ahold of my upper right arm and stood me to a standing position, with the vibrator still on, and in my right hand, and my panties and PJ bottoms at my ankles now rather then my knees, where I had them positioned.

Before he had me face him, he landed a hard swat with his hand on my bare bottom on both cheeks, then spun me around to face him, and took the vibrator from me, shutting it off, he then scolded, “What in the hell do you think you are doing home on a school day for one? Not to mention doing something that ADULTS do and NOT little girls,” he paused waiting for my answer and all I could do was swallow a lump in my throat and look at the floor, rather then at my Daddy, because I knew from the two swats to my bottom, I was in deep trouble.

“Well, young lady, what do you have to say for yourself?” I still kept quite and didn’t say anything till, he bent me over the arm of his chair and I heard, “Stay just like that and don’t even think about going anywhere, little girl,” next thing I knew his belt was off and being doubled over and he cracked it, which made me jump and place my hands over my bottom to protect it from the belting that was about to come.

He moved my hands, “Oh no, little girl, you earned this strapping,” next thing I know the belt landed on my unprotected bottom, “You don’t want to answer my questions about why you are home on a school day and doing adult things, with stuff you shouldn’t own at your age,” the belt landed a few more times while he was saying this and still an extra couple times, all the while I’m trying my best to stay in position, “Daddy, pleassseee stop, I can tell you what happened, pleaseeee just stop,” I threw my hands back to protect my bottom then, knowing there was a risk of them being hit, but yet, not caring all because I wanted to explain myself and tell him that I was an adult and allowed to stay home from school whenever I wanted to, so I worked on trying to stand up or slide to the floor and hide my bottom from the belt as best I could.

However, that just earned me more scolding and having the belt dropped on the floor and my Daddy holding me upper arm again, to take control over his naughty little girl, that was in the works of throwing a tantrum like a five year old, so he was going to show me what, happens to naughty sixteen year olds, that threw tantrums during the beginning of punishments, he took his place in his chair and put me over his lap, in no time, then began to give me a good hand spanking on my bare bottom.

“This is what happens to naughty little girls, that try playing like adults at home, when they are supposed to be in school learning,” the swats kept coming with his hand and making me feel like I was a little five year old again, because of his scolding to go with it and let me know exactly where I messed up and how well it would be dealt with by him, right then and there, “But no, my little girl isn’t doing what she is supposed to be doing in school, when I come home for lunch today, so I have to give her a lesson myself, don’t I, little girl?”

I was trying not to cry and all I could do was beg, “Please Daddy, I will be a good girl again,” in the place of answering him, because I wasn’t sorry for what I had down yet or learning my lesson yet, I just wanted to free myself from a spanking from my Daddy.

He kept spanking with his hand, “That answer just proves to me that you need to be taken down again and disciplined like the naughty little girl you are, so we are going to do just that, then you will be restricted to your room, for the night.”

It felt like ages before he stopped the last scolding, but was probably about two or three more minutes, before I felt myself being stood up and seeing that I was now in the corner, “Your going to stand here and think about why your in the corner, with a sore bottom, while you should be in school learning. Don’t you dare move from the corner, or we will begin all over, do you understand, little girl?” I nodded and wiped my face as, I felt two sharp swats to  my bottom, “I didn’t hear that, do you understand, little girl?”

I whimpered, and let out a weak, “Yes Daddy.”

He then walked off and out of the room, I heard him on the phone, with what I assumed was his work to let them know he wouldn’t be back to work. However, before he got back in the living room, where I was standing in the corner, I got out of the corner, to get my panties and PJ bottoms, because I wasn’t going to let him finish spanking me, like a little girl. I was sixteen and felt like I should be able to talk to him rather then be spanked like a five year old.

However, before I could get my panties and PJ bottoms on, he came into the room with a cane and a paddle, but as he picked up his belt off the floor, he realized I wasn’t standing in the corner, where he left me, and that’s when things went even more downhill for me and my bottom, because he took me by my upper arm again, and this time without a word said, he escorted me bare bottomed on display with a swat from his hand as we walked, into the kitchen, next to the sink, where he picked up a bar of soap and ordered, “Open,” I shook my head ‘no’, and felt two sharp swats land on my bare bottom then, “Open your mouth, we are going to wash it out since, you want to add lying to me onto your list of punishments today.”

I relectually opened my mouth and let him slide that EVIL soap in, and tried my best not to gag or spit it out, as he bent me over the sink and used a paddle on my bottom  all the while scolding, “You lied to me too, so now your getting a mouth soaping and a good paddling to teach you that lying to me, isn’t in your best intrest.” He continued for a couple minutes, before he took the soap out and allowed me to rinse once, before he escorted me back into the living room and bent me over , “Place your hands in the seat of this chair and don’t you dare move them, do you understand?’ I nodded and whispered a very quite “Yes Daddy.”

Not even two seconds after I got out my answer, he began paddling my bare bottom, not letting up even, when I had lifted my hand off the chair to block after the third swat, he stopped long enough to  move my hand, “Put it back on the chair or we will start over,” I whined and placed my hand back on the chair, not wanting this paddling to start over, but after another three swats, I moved out of position and squatted down, so that my bottom was as close to the floor as possible. I wasn’t sure of his reaction, till I felt him take ahold of my upper arm and help me to standing, “Looks like we are going to have to start over, but this time, we will have you laying over the footstool, so you can’t get out of position,” and with that, he helped me bend down over the footstool after, he moved it closer to his chair, he then got me into position, before he sat down, and began the paddling all over again and this time the best I could do was kick my feet up and try to get them into the way or try and throw my hands back to block, only to have them held by my Daddy’s free hand, while he dished out the full fifteen swats to my bottom and by this time I was crying and despritaly wanted to cover my bottom, but nope that wasn’t going to happen as I felt myself being lifted to standing and then escorted over to the empty corner once again, with a swat to my bottom eachtime we took a step, this time with his hand, and it was to keep me moving, because I was known to stop and try and get a hug or push away to try and run to my room to hide, by this point. So, my Daddy got into the habit of keeping me in line at this point in the punishments, by escorting me with a grip on my upper arm and swats to my punished backside, that was still going to be punished after I had a few minutes in the corner to calm down and let my bottom cool off long enough to take the next part of the punishment I had earned myself.

I am not sure how long I stood in that corner, but this time I didn’t dare move from it because I knew my Daddy was not far away. As I stood there, I rested my head on my hands on the wall and tried to keep them from rubbing my bottom, because if I was caught rubbing, I would have to stand there longer as well as have a volley of extra hard hand swats to my punished backside as I stood in the corner and then my Daddy would place both of my hands on my head, and order me to keep them there or else I would find myself back over his knee like a little girl, for another dose of a good old fashioned hand spanking, then be placed right back into the corner, with my hands on my head right away, while he watched me again, for however long he kept me in the corner during punishments.

I was pretty much calmed down, when I was taken by the upper arm, and led with a hard hand swat, with each swat, we took from the living room, down the hallway, and into his room, where he had a mountain of pillows on the bed for me to lay my hips over and have my bottom up in the air at just the right highiet for a good old fashioned strapping from Daddy’s belt.

“Get in position, you know the drill, young lady.”

I stood there and hesitated, my bare bottom still facing my Daddy as I begged, “Pleasseee, not your belt Daddyyyy, I will…,” I was cut off as I was pushed to a laying position on the edge of the bed, while my Daddy landed a few good number of swats to my upturned bottom, “Look little girl, we can continue this all night, but I know your bottom will wear out long before I do,” all the while he was spanking me with his hand, to keep me from going back to my sixteen years, and making sure I stayed feeling like that of a five year old, especially with the scolding I got next as he put me over his lap and then continued the very through hand spanking until I finally brokedown to the point that he knew I was ready to take the belting without a fight, “You want to act like a two year old and try and beg and talk your way out of stuff, that isn’t happening, you are just going to wind up back over my knee for a good old fashioned hand spanking, just like what you would get if you were five again,” he kept spanking for another good two minutes, before he stopped and stood me up, he looked me in the eyes and asked as I tried my best to stare at the floor, “Do I need to put you back over my knee, and the wooden spoon on you or are you going to get over these pillows for the strapping you have earned yourself today?”

I pointed to the pillows, he nodded and stood up, moving out of the way for me to get into position, he then picked up his belt, doubled it over, and cracked it, making me jump, because that was the cue, that my naughty bottom, was going to get a good taste of my Daddy’s belt, which was only used for severe punishments.

All I could hear were the swishes and then cracks as my Daddy’s belt landed over and over onto my bare bottom. He literally made sure to wear my bottom out with his belt, to teach me a good lesson.

Once he was finished and I was a crying mess, I was helped to a standing position, he then, escorted me, back out of his room, down the hallway, and back into the empty living room corner, with a good grip on my upper arm and swats with his hand each step we took to that corner, once there, my hands were placed on my head, “Don’t move, or you will go back over my knee, is that understood young lady?” All I could do was nod, because I couldn’t find my voice.

As I was standing there, I heard the TV go off and my Daddy sit down not far behind me and felt his eyes on me as I stood there, for gosh knows how long.

Once I was let out after a good fifteen minutes, all I heard was, “Come here little girl,” I turned around to face my Daddy and then walk over to him, by this time he was standing up near his chair, “You aren’t getting the vibrator back, that is going in the trash can, which I will be doing, to make sure it gets taken care off. As for what you missed in school today, to make up for that, you are going to write lines for me, that read, ‘I will not skip school and play like an adult, because Daddy will wear my ass out more then he did today!’ You are to write that 1000 times, I expect it to be done before you go to bed tonight, meaning you are grounded to your room UNLESS you NEED to use the bathroom or get a drink or some food. Is that understood, young lady?”

I nodded and whispered, “Yes Daddy.”

“Good, now go get started on your assignment.”

I nodded and whispered, “Yes Daddy,” then disapperead down the haillway, to my room, closing the door as I then layed on my bed and pulled out you to write about my day in. My panties and PJ bottoms are still on the living room floor as a reminder that I was a bad girl today.

When will I learn? Hopefully I’ll learn after I knock out these lines for my Daddy.

Talk to you soon, but hopefully it will be with my sitting again to talk to you rather than on my tummy, with my red sore bottom on display.

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I need a disciplinarian again

I've been noticing lately (the last few months), that I have been more out of control and bratty and pushing away from the local community so that I don't mess up the connections to play partners that I have to give me fun spankings, needle play, fire cupping, etc...

However that being said it just makes me brat the spanko's more that I have been talking to since my teens and early twenty's and yet the only ones that are spanko's that I brat are Spankers/Tops/Dom's in other states that can't travel to give me the attention that I need and crave in my everyday life and that is very frustrating for me and I'm sure them sometimes lately because my bratting and attention seeking has gone over board to disrespecting them :(

I haven't had a disciplinaran since I have been with my boyfriend/Daddy, because I can't find a Spanker that can take me where I need to be when it comes to discipline and that frustrates me because I know what works for disciplining me.

I already hear those in the BDSM community saying "if your bratting then you don't need a spanking because that is just a reward for you."

It isn't a reward, it is a punishment if used in the right manner. There are techniques to make spanko's that are into spanking dislike it when it is used as discipline and it takes a certain person to get me to that space, but yet I can't find it again and it is frustrating me and making me just avoid spankings altogether right now and even other play that I like because I can't get in the right head space to have a fun spanking or other playtime I like and it is frustrating me so much.

Why is it not easy to find another disciplinarian??? I mean I tell those around me what I am looking for in one and they say, "Your topping from the bottom" or "It isn't your choice it is the Tops choice."

*sighs*

It is my choice and not just the Tops choice if I know what works from me from having experience with a disciplinarian that got me to behave.

In case your wondering what I'm looking for and needing when it comes to discipline it is someone that knows how to deal with the following behaviors that I need to work on:

~ Swearing (when in little space and not in my Big space)
~ Throwing tantrums
~ Not doing chores
~ Procrastinating

Punishments that work for me are:

~ Grounding
~ Corner time
~ Writing lines
~ Mouth soaping
~ Spanking

It shouldn't have to be added, but when in a discipline session the scolding helps and making sure I'm not in a Big head space (adult) because my Big likes spanking, but yet if you get me into a little head space (child aka little) then a discipline session will work like it is supposed to for me.

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