CUSTOM SPANKING STORIES

Hey brats and Tamers, 

Yes, it has been far too long. For lots of things!

Did I mention this is the best position in the world for a punishment spanking?

 But, I'm happy to report that things are back on track - and just like a brat who's tired that her spanker never follows through with threats, I know you're tired of hearing that lots of good stuff is coming to the bratTaming blog.

So, allow me to fill you in.

We made an out of state move a few months back. Our new place is great for a temporary home but much too small for a long term life filled with kids, pets, and Domestic Discipline!

It took us a while to figure out how to make the maintenance of our relationship work within the confines of new schedules and smaller, less private (and more echo-y) places - but we've finally done so.

I have to give all the credit to my awesome Daddy (lots of naughty girls *hope* to marry well - meaning marry someone able to handle them - but I actually did!). No matter how much I cry, sulk, pout, get in my *moods* or freak out about all the "real life" stuff getting in the way, he never gave up working on a solution to making it work here.

Including, being the best strict Daddy he could be so I could be the brat I have to be.

In addition to making this blog a place to read hot & arousing scenarios and stories of REAL disciplinary punishments, plus to see videos and images as realistic as I need to see them (whether original, exclusive content or found on the web) - we'd also like for other DD practitioners to be able to have a place for hope and answers when facing the same things we did or do.  It's not easy, no, but if you're committed to each other and the life you want to build together, it is more than possible as we have proven.

In the spirit of that, I have a new writing and posting schedule which Daddy will make me accountable to, but with which you can help, as well. 

Aside from my "real" writing: Mostly horror and Non-fiction regarding traditional values, I'm going to offer Custom Domestic Discipline Stories here on bratTaming. Part of the reason we have this blog is the lack of ORIGINAL and CUSTOM content regarding this lifestyle.
We'd like to help make your dreams come true, too.
The first three stories requested on this blog will be FREE (with the caveat that I can also post them here with no identifying information).

Would you like one? 
You can read my spanking stories on this blog, but here is a link to one if you've not yet been: Example
More details will follow after I've done the first three so feel free to send your requests here - Just put "Story" in the subject line. I'll post an update when the first three requests have been submitted. 

Don't be like this poor brat below (or the jerk she married!)  - 

Send me an eMail now!  

More to come tomorrow, brats & Tamers - Having me here with you every day means sticking to my domestic schedule ... or else!

~xo

Anatomy of Discipline

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DD for Me (In a Nutshell!)

The How’s, Why’s and What-Fors…

 

Description and Differences

Domestic Discipline varies in a few significant ways from D/s or BDSM. Years of analysis and an overwhelming need to understand what works for me and what has an unwanted effect (not in a good way!), has led to these conclusions. While everyone has their own needs and expectations, what is here is what I have come to know as the “Holy Grail” of environment and space creation that is the basis for anything that follows.

Goals and Expectations

We all have different goals and expectations for engaging in a Domestic Discipline relationship. It took, literally, decades, before I understood that all the accoutrements (spanking, add-ons, daily structure/chores, etc) could be distilled down to a simple emotion: Humility.

Hopefully, those reading this are endeavoring a DD lifestyle for all the positive reasons: Unmatched intimacy, trust building and improvement of habits and behaviors that prove detrimental to their growth. Some, however, engage in this lifestyle as a “magic pill” that frees them of their responsibility for their own failings. Please do a serious and thorough self-inventory (of yourself AND whomever you’re entrusting your discipline to) before putting your well-being into the hands of another.

Along that vein, and without going into detail, let’s just say I’ve lived a damned charmed life. Blessed with looks, talent, intellect and the ability to do whatever I want or attempt with some practice, there are VERY few circumstances where I am NOT supremely confident in myself.

Sounds great, right?

No.

It is incredibly lonely at the top and the nature of being ultra-capable is that I miss out on the lessons and emotional/psychological machinations that enable lesser mortals to learn the kind of lessons that build a core character and grow.

In other words, I cannot reach my fullest potential because my ability to overcome any challenge prevents being humbled enough by circumstances to realize (when in circumstances with others) when that is a great detriment. For example, and I use this example, a lot. I put it this way, I’m the Queen outside of these four walls to the rest of the world, but if I cannot be subordinate to my King within my own four walls, I’m not only missing out on half the needed experiences to be whole, but can also endanger what I’m trying to accomplish if I speak disrespectfully or steamroll over someone whose assistance I need outside to further my aims. 

In business, as in life, you get one chance to make a good impression. Aside from being made to feel humble and disciplined being the only thing that arouses and excites me in any way – it is critical to be able to recall that feeling in professional and personal situations when a specific outcome is desired. “

As I’ve said to my husband/Daddy on too many occasions to count: “Before you can rise you must first learn to kneel”. Obviously, I’m not speaking literally – as that would make it NOT work for me. I’ve done my time on submissive drive – behaving in a certain way and acquiescing to the wants and needs of others – and that is the difference with DD.

DD is about the brat.

It’s a conscious shift to the priority of the brat’s behavior that creates the humility-inducing headspace that the brat optimally operates from – the resulting outcome and change, for both parties, will take care of itself.

Simplest, is this:

D/s = The Dom saying things like. ‘I WANT you to finish your chores now.”

In DD, the Disciplinarian would say, “YOU’RE going to finish your chores now because if you don’t YOU’RE going to be <insert punishment here> …

D/s = “I’m so disappointed in your behavior” (My response is “good for you!” – “Why should I care?” NOT very helpful in creating a feeling of being humbled, scolded and punished!)

The DD way would be for the Disciplinarian would say, “You should be ashamed of yourself and your behavior” – (The ONLY response to that, internally, is to FEEL chastised.)

Thus, instantly making the brat responsible for the situation she finds herself in and NOT just obeying “because” or at the whim of whomever she placed her well-being in the hands of.

In my experience, this only creates resentment and a sense of incomplete emptiness - despite the physical reminders that can sometimes linger for days ... and days. IF, you're lucky. 

Which way do you think has more of a lasting impact on the brat, thus empowers the Disciplinarian in turn?

Make sense?

Okay, so I’m cursed to have a background in psychology.
But, it remains true, nonetheless.

In D/s, the Dom’s desires are the priority … in DD, the brat’s “education”, is.

Now, here is where it gets REALLY interesting ….

There are several types of submissives, but the *brat submissive* isn’t so because she’s just a smart-ass masochist who desires the physical pain of punishment OR who is so stupid you have to punish her over and over and over because she’ll never learn.

A *brat submissive* is the most capable, most independent and most intellectual of all. To my (superior 😉) thinking, also the most desired kind by worthy, exceptional men.

She MUST challenge those she places in authority over her for two reasons: 

1) It’s hard enough to surrender any of herself willingly – she’s worked her ass off to build herself and her life so whomever it is MUST be smarter than her OR AT LEAST MAKE HER THINK HE IS (ie. Catch her antics and address and eliminate all her misbehaviors (even if it takes years – and depending on how strong-willed she is, it may while she just shakes her head in disbelief that she DIDN’T get away with that!) and crafty ways to get out of the punishments for them; as well as know what to do, say and how to be to make her feel - the one way that the world, other people or God himself could not make her feel: HUMBLED and PUNISHED; 

and, 2) He has to be worth it. It is desperately hard for her to release all the self-preservation methods she’s built over the years, to make herself so vulnerable in every way. I’m sorry to say that the person she entrusts with her … everything … has to be committed and consistent to her needs in this way or the result can be catastrophic. 

Now, here’s the catch (isn’t there always one!): The best disciplinarians also deeply care for their brats. Well, they have to in order to spend their lives making their world as it should be for them – and they’re the only ones who can. 

But they also have to be strong enough to not *feel sorry for them* (or themselves) for having to institute the strictest environment possible and the most effective, humiliating and increasing in severity punishments.

Sure, it could be “fun” to endeavor the roles on the weekends or “safe” to relinquish control for a few hours – but it is infinitely harder and takes inordinately longer to attain growth or to enjoy the sublime benefits of being fortunate enough to live those ideals. 

And, believe me I’m not knocking you if that is all you desire or can employ. It just can never work for me as I have to be married to the person and love them in what I call “secular” ways – in general, traditional relationship ways (ie. Enjoy his company, he makes me laugh, he’s generous and good inside, has morals and is dependable and wants to build a home and family with me … and I RESPECT him as a person first) before I could feel confident enough to entrust them with my … everything.

Which is why I’ve never been able to attempt this kind of life before who I’m married to now.

But, aside from loving him as my partner and as a man, I have to also be IN love with him, be in awe of and worship him -  look up to him, firguratively and literally  - if I am to trust him enough to give myself to him in that way. 

And it’s pretty easy for me to do those things if he makes me feel the one way no one else could, right?). 

Yes. 

Right. 

To say that I VALUE your ability to point out my failings, remedy them (sometimes, okay often, repeatedly) and still love me when I’m a blubbering, tantruming, emotional wreck and not give up on me. I think, would be the greatest compliment I could give. It's certainly not easy to do - especially not for a lifetime.

Now, for me, as I’ve alluded to in past posts here, there is yet another catch (This is me, of course there would be more than one!) – I need to be made to WORK for that love. 

I have to work to earn it. I have no interest or desire (and nothing will kill that “uh-oh” feeling I have to breathe every day faster, than ANY kind of “tenderness” or “kindness” or “help”). But as I am so fond of saying, all the days of the year can be for that "earning" ~ Valentine's, Our anniversary, Mother's Day, Christmas, birthdays, etc. are made especially more poignant and enjoyable for having earned the break and (potential) pampering on those days. 

Like I said, it’s only possible if the foundational love is there. If I wanted an uncaring brute THAT would have been easy. 

But I’ve come to realize that brats are like predators – once they smell blood in the water (any possible caving to the desire to “care” or “relent” or “let us get away with”) – we devour.

So, in summary, the expectation I have is that of an unwavering authoritarian. He understands that order and growth can only come via stern discipline and consistent application of same.

Ideally, if not already inherent, he would find a way to enjoy the challenge of manipulating my existence as well as the gift of the undying adoration and loyalty that would earn him. 

Not least? That he, himself, would find a strength, purpose and new desires of his own throughout the endeavor.

www.Domestic-Discipline.net does a great job of addressing SOME of these things – but it’s surface and more alluded to in practice, than in an academic way. For those of you that DON’T explore it as analytically! Which is cool, too! 😊

My “goal” here, I guess, is to put out there what I know and have learned over the course of many, many, many years of trial and error so that even one of you don’t have to endeavor the same.

It’s no fun to struggle with what is, likely, the most personal and important component of your life. I know. But there is always a solution and a tweak and the revelations WILL come. As long as you don’t quit. 

(Never quit!).

~xo 

Make Me Cry ... No, Really

Ah ... tears.

Every spankee dreams of a spanker that will spank her to tears. I assume, like me, there have been far too many nights to count where a naughty brat has lay in her bed, doing those forbidden slutty things she should be well punished for, imagining just that end result.

If she's a real, true brat - and is honest enough to admit it - then those imaginings end with more than an orgasm. They end with the lingering vision of her swollen, crimson, welted behind being rubbed with one hand while the other mops her drenched from tears and blubber face.

 

Now, here's the thing.  Anyone can make a girl cry from a spanking. But WHY she's crying will determine how effective your spanking truly was.

When we first got married, I was iron ass tough. Daddy would break nearly every implement he had across my bare behind and I wouldn't flinch.

Consequently, when a truly punishment spanking was needed, he'd resort to dragging me to the bedroom, baring my bottom and inflicting a truly severe and intolerable punishment. I was hysterical within the first two whacks and screaming and begging him to stop.

These are the ultimate in INEFFECTIVE spankings.

Firstly, there was never any "reason" - while I knew what I was about to be punished for, he never said. In fact, these types of spankings were almost entirely silent if not for my wailing.

Next, a spanking that is physically intolerable from the first strike will accomplish only one thing: A surrender to whatever he says, wants and wants me to do ... just to get him to STOP. Not because I've learned a lesson or my behavior had been addressed.

Thankfully, I've only ever gotten three of those over the years and when I was acting up as soon as the excruciating pain abated, in addition to a significant drop in trust level, we both knew they were a waste of time.

Everyone responds to the components of spanking in their own way. Daddy's have their style of discipline and, most of the time, they rarely consider whether that "style" will be the most effective route to their brat's mind, heart, AND bottom. A trilogy of holy grail pieces that must all be in place for true discipline to be effective.

Now, I'm going to tell you about the most transformative spanking he's ever given me.

One day, I was in such a "mood" that NOTHING he was doing was working. I'd spent most of the day either in the corner or bent over something but after each "punishment" I'd arisen with the same attitude issue.

Now, I'm not an *overt* brat - which is actually part of the problem because it doesn't give him much to react to - I'm a sulker.

Sadly, this is even worse for him because it makes him feel like he cannot provide what I need to be whole and happy and productive. Even though that's not the case, I can understand a man's feelings on this.

So, in a moment of exasperation (and a stroke of sheer Daddy brilliance), he set up several different implements on a little table next to the sofa - a hairbrush, two types of paddles and an OTK cane - and called me into his office.

How he BEGAN changed the complete tone of the day - but it wasn't the last change to be had.

He was genuinely pissed off. But NOT like the enraged brute of the old punishment spankings. He was DEAD SERIOUS - quiet and calm - when he told me that he'd had enough of my "mood" that day and knowing all we had to get done he wasn't going to let me waste his time with my attitude. He said that he was going to "spank me until I got my fucking act together if that meant the rest of the night".

He wasn't "grabby" he wasn't sad or dejected or acting like he was just "doing it for me" - he was DETERMINED to fix this problem in our household and get me back on track. He told me to get across his lap. But it was HOW he told me. Something just "clicked" in my brain that arguing or protesting wouldn't help anyway (and bargaining - of any kind has always been strictly forbidden and the one sure way to get EXTRA punishment) because even though he wasn't yelling his TONE was RESOLUTE and ... well, scary.

So, I obeyed and with a last ditch "hmmmph"  from me and a "Keep it up, we're not going anywhere" he picked up the hairbrush and started a very rhythmic walloping over my jeans with it.

Now here's the other thing. In addition to HIS resolute attitude and saying just the right "scolding" type things to make my brain acquiesce and prepare to receive what was about to happen, he didn't start off in such a hard shocking way that my brain and body instantly rebelled, and therefore, shut down to the lesson it was being taught. He spanked me over my jeans with each implement and several times I was reaching my threshold of true discomfort. But instead stopping or slowing, he would tell me things like to "take it because I deserve it" - and that "I asked for this by my behavior so now I"m going to get it". All of which instantly calmed my flight or fight and told my brain to absorb the LESSON of the exercise - and not just focus on the pain of the spanking. 

He had to have spanked me with each of the four implements for at least 5 or more minutes each. He wasn't tired because he was spanking in a measured and rhythmic way and by the time he ordered me to get up and lower my jeans ... all the way to my ankles ... my attitude had certainly begun to change.

"Please Daddy" I whined. "I'm sorry. I'll be better now".
We were getting close to bargaining and I could have gotten a few truly hard swats for the attempt but he simply said "Down. Now. Or this changes from an attitude adjustment to a punishment." and ended that in no uncertain terms. I complied.

I returned to his lap, he checked the heat and redness without saying anything about it - that's when I realized for the first time that he didn't do that to make sure I was "ok", it was to make to sure I could take what only he knew was coming!! He then picked up the hairbrush again.

My fight or flight kicked in again - he must have sensed me tense up. Maybe prepare to say something I absolutely should NOT say, so he offered, "You're going to learn that I mean what I say, missy, and that I'm not interested in how YOU expect the day to go. I expect you to lose that bratty little attitude when I tell you I've had enough of it. Do you understand me?"

As before, the resolute scolding inferring in no uncertain terms that there was nothing I could do to alter the course of events or to get myself out of further spanking, did the trick.

"Yes Sir," I whimpered.

And by that, I mean those scolding words told my brain that not only was it okay for me to be in this subordinate mode, but that it was my fault and I deserved the consequences so I had a DUTY to endure it.

This did something else that I hadn't expected - it made me FEEL punished in my mind (so I acquiesced without fighting or arguing) and it made me FEEL punished in my heart ... and the tears began to flow.

This was the first time ever that I'd cried from a spanking .... because I was being spanked. Because I was truly remorseful and sorry for what I did.

It changed .........everything.

He ran through the gamut of implements on my swelling, panty-clad behind (as well working a bit down the back of my thighs - the only time I couldn't maintain position). Several times, if he spanked in the same spot, I breached my threshold but instead of stopping of spanking softer, he'd scold me to "take my spanking" and inform me of how I would "remember this lesson for a long time" - both of which, again, enabled me to settle down and accept my punishment.

When he set the cane down, after making ladder lines up and down my backside - there's this technique he uses to do that in which only the last of a bunch of building in severity strokes are actually felt and left - my whole body was quivering and shaking from the sobbing.

I'd never experienced such a cathartic spanking before, but we both knew we were onto something here.

Then came the command I was dreading. "Stand up. Panties down now".

The tears came again, harder for my predicament, accompanied by pathetic sniffles and vocalized pleadings without words.

"I don't want to fucking hear it", he said. "Move it or you'll really be crying."

With full exposure now I stood there waiting.

"Let's go," Daddy began, "Is this starting to sink in now, brat? You starting to learn that I won't be manipulated by your huffy attitude and behavior?"

"Yes, Daddy." I offered. "I'm sorry."

And, I meant it. For the first time - after hundreds, maybe thousands of spankings, from childhood to that very moment - I was genuinely remorseful for messing up his day and having made Daddy have to punish me.

The first swat of the hairbrush on my very well worn out ass snapped me out of it. Again that fight or flight sprang forth and again he scolded it away. "From now on," he started, punctuated with those same steady but not so fast I couldn't think spanks, "you're going to keep that little head where it's supposed to be. No more pouting and stomping around this house like it's the end of the world or you'll find yourself  right back over my knee getting your little ass punished again."

I cried harder but it wasn't loud, breath-hitching crying ... yet.

"You're going to have a very hard time sitting down tonight, little girl, so I'd be on my best behavior if I were you." Daddy offered in between bursts of cracks of heavy wood.

Because of the "build-y" way he had administered the spanking, it wasn't until the middle of the dose with the second paddle that I hit my threshold again. I could only hold the sofa super tight and kick my legs just a little bit as I realized the spanking had gotten harder, indeed.

My grunts and groans had turned to "ow's" and "please-es" before long as he was clearly planning to end with an impression. He was no longer using the cane in the special way he does so the strokes aren't jarring - he intended for me to feel each snap and searing line.

I was crying louder now and very near the end of my "accept" it level when he asked whether or not we'd have to do this again anytime soon. I promised that he wouldn't and that I'd be good. Through my now raggedy breath I wailed how sorry I was and a few strokes later it was over.

"Now get upstairs and think about how you'll behave when you come back down."
"Yes, Sir. I'm sorry Daddy"

I rubbed my inflamed behind and ran out of the room without bothering to pull my pants all the way up. I threw myself on the bed and sobbed for at least another 5 minutes -  a really good stress relieving cry.

I don't remember much about the rest of the day.
But I'll never forget that day .... it was.... PERFECT.

The moral of the story is that just because it's punishment doesn't mean that the disciplinarian can just ... punish.

True punishment involves the acceptance of those consequences by the spankee - if not at first, then by the end of the discipline session, absolutely - and for all my years of trying so many methods and failing, the only way to get there is by activating that part of my brain that makes me FEEL punished. It may not ALWAYS end in tears, especially when it's just a quick smack or two, but that is ideal and should be the goal.

How Daddy scolds me - what he says and how he says it - unlocks that door to acceptance. It's the first step in a complex process that ends with me growing stronger and happier and Daddy basking in the glow of being worshipped and adored for being the only man alive that can tame this brat.

~xo