Exploring my Kinks: Punishment

I sat for a few minutes in the car before going inside.  It had been a busy day at work, and I needed a moment to consider the punishment I was enduring

After my outburst yesterday, I knew my Dom would provide a punishment of some type.  However, I still felt unclear if there was more to this one

I let my mind trail back to that morning.  I had risen as usual and completed a tough workout.  Then I headed for the shower to wash the sweat away and get ready for work

I came out wrapped in my towel and my Dom was naked, waiting for me.  His very pronounced erection told me exactly what he had on his mind.  It surprised me a little as I had been expecting a punishment – so this turn of events delighted me

“I know you don’t have long…” he growled and bent me over the bed in front of him.  He reached between my legs, “…but slick and wet for me I see”

And with that he pushed inside me.  I gasped at the suddenness.  His cock so thick inside me.  He held me tightly in his grasp and used me roughly.  I moaned with pleasure

It was urgent, frantic, powerful sex.  Before long I could feel myself losing control, my body tightening as my orgasm started to wash over me.  My pussy clenched around him and triggered his climax.  I heard his groan as he pumped rope after rope of thick cum into me

“Good girl” he whispered.  “Now stay exactly where you are”

I felt a little confused but obeyed his instruction

He came back from the bathroom with the sweaty knickers I had worked out in.  “Step into them” he commanded

“Ugh” I started to complain, earning me a sharp slap across my behind.  “Do it” he growled fiercely

He eased the knickers up and into place.  Then with a sharp tug, he pulled them into a tight wedgie.  I winced as he did so

“Go and put a dress on and go to work like that” he said.  “You will keep the wedgie in place all day.  Tight against your pussy and with my cum dribbling out of you.  You may only move it to the side when you need to pee.  Is that clear?”

I felt disgusting in the dirty knickers and knew the wedgie would make me incredibly aware of my pussy all day.  I nodded obediently.  “Yes Sir”

Bringing myself back to the present, I climbed out of the car and walked towards the front door.  The wedgie rubbing against my sex as I did so

I let myself in and there he stood in the hall with a wolfish smile on his face.  He kissed me tenderly.  And then the tenderness melted away, his dominance reasserting itself

“Heels off, dress off, bra off.  I want you naked except for your knickers” he barked

I obeyed, efficiently removing the items.  Then I stood before him, in just my dirty wedgied knickers

He stared at me ominously.  “Tell me about the state of your knickers”

I blushed, swallowing hard to steady my embarrassment as I spoke.  “They have sweat from my workout and your cum from this morning in them”

“Good” he continued.  “And did your pussy get wet from your wedgie?”

I knew better than to attempt to lie to him.  “Yes Sir”

“Go on then…” he encouraged

“They have sweat from my workout and your cum from this morning in them.  They also have my pussy juices all over them”

“Better” he nodded.  “Now follow me”

I followed him through to the lounge and he took a seat on the sofa

“Over my knee”.  Not a request, a demand

I assumed the position.  I knew a spanking would follow, but he and I both knew I secretly relished being spanked over his knee

Then I felt his hands on my knickers and he tugged them down.  I assumed he would be happy once they were down far enough to expose the soft flesh of my bottom.  But no, he tugged them lower and completely off

“Yesterday, that outburst of back chatting from your mouth was disgusting” he started.  “And I sense you need a punishment to remind your mouth not to be disgusting again”

My mind raced and I froze the instant I realised what was coming next.  He knows how I hate tasting myself

“Oh no, no” I cried out and started to squirm on his lap

“Yes, Little One” he said firmly.  “This will make you think before your mouth is disgusting again.  Now open wide”

One of his strong hands pinned me on his lap, forcing me to stop squirming

“I said open wide” he asserted strictly

I knew I had to do as he bid me and accept my punishment.  I opened my mouth for him

Pausing a moment, he deliberately adjusted the knickers so the gusset would enter my mouth first.  He pushed the material in, gagging me with my dirty knickers

They tasted stale and disgusting in my mouth.  I tried not to gag on them

And then I felt the first slap across my right butt cheek.  Yet the gag ensured I felt properly punished by this spanking

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Katie’s perspective on Punishment:

I spent some time reflecting on what it is that I enjoy about being punished by my Dom.  My key conclusion is that it is a way of him demonstrating that he cares about me – which I know may sound perverse! 

It reminds me a little of when someone buys you a really special gift.  They have not just picked up the first bunch of flowers or scarf that they see.  The most special gifts are those that make you realise that the giver has put a lot of thought and effort into finding the perfect item.  That they have really thought about you and what you would like

In my opinion, punishments work in a similar way.  If a Dom just doles out the same spanking whatever the misdemeanour, it loses much of the excitement.  The best punishments are those that he has given thought to and that are tailored to match the behaviour that incited the punishment.  And those sorts of punishments take effort to create and are a demonstration of his commitment to me and to our relationship

But I also love the intrigue and anticipation.  Sometimes, I love the mystery of not knowing how he is going to punish me.  Other times, I adore having him whisper in my ear exactly what he is going to do to me – building the waves of nervous excitement inside me.  And as a woman who does not like surprises, the latter is probably my preference

Picking just the right punishment takes some skill.  For example, my Dom knows that I enjoy an over the knee spanking, yet he also knows that a proper whipping would probably be too much for me.  So, an over the knee spanking is a suitable punishment for a small misdemeanour, but cannot be used as a real deterrent

Yet, the real deterrent still has to be within the boundaries of what he knows I am comfortable with and that he is comfortable doing to me.  And hence some clever thought is required, like the introduction of some dirty knickers to gag me with

One thing I really enjoy is forfeits.  The fun of he and I choosing (and negotiating) potential forfeits.  Making a list of five or six of them and then putting them into a little bag (like drawing raffle tickets).  When I then need a punishment, one can be selected from the bag.  That moment of dread – knowing there are some in there I quite like, but others that I really dislike.  And thank goodness I have never yet drawn toe sucking as one of the forfeits!!!

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Miss Pink’s perspective on Punishment: (@MissPink802):

Punishments are an important part of our relationship.  Sir is much more experienced than I am.  I’m still learning, and I am a bit of a brat, so I get punished quite a lot!

We have punishments such as lines.  I might have to write reflective things about my actions, or I won’t be able to take part in a planned activity.  Recently Sir banned me from Twitter and Social Media for 24 hours – it sounds small, but I hated it.  I asked him about a million times to let me off, but he didn’t, and it just earned me a lecture

My Toppy is very loving and gentle with me.  Obviously not when he punishes me, but he does not humiliate me or make me feel uncomfortable and he never shouts at me.  I’m naturally quite nervous and he wants the punishment to be positive, which it usually is (not the Twitter thing though, that’s just cruel!).  

When we first met, I was anxious all the time and really nervous.  Now I’m not.  I mean, I still feel that way sometimes, but it’s rare.  When I do he talks through it with me.  If I need a spanking as a release, then that’s what he suggests and that’s what we do.  For us, spanking is sexual, it is therapeutic, it brings us closer, and it keeps us both in our preferred place

My Sir a foot taller than me, and broad.  I am short and small.  Physically he can overpower me easily and for me this is a huge turn on

I will often push him until he does restrain me.  I love being overpowered.  I love him taking my submission instead of me giving it.  I love how he will tell me what to do, or he just shifts me into positions.  I love him to touch and tease me until I am begging him for more

I like to be taken from behind.  I like my hands tied behind my back.  We both like it hard but Sir changes what his preferences are.  He likes to control my orgasms and I am still learning that skill. Sexually, and in all other ways, he is in total control and I love it

Usually, I will know a punishment is coming.  Sir will let me know at the beginning of the day and he will tell me to prepare for it.  If I’m at work, uni or home it is all I will think about.  Knowing it is coming is a huge turn on for me.  When he chats to me in the day, he will briefly mention it.  He will tell me what I am expected to wear, how my hair should be.  His tone will change completely – that is when he transforms from my Toppy into my Sir – and it is unbelievably sexy! 

He is naturally a top.  It is just him.  He always gives off a toppy vibe, but when he is in his dominant role, my Sir goes to a different level

He will always make me stand or sit in a position and place of his choosing, until he is ready for me.  He then beckons me to him.  He makes me kneel or stand in front of him in a submissive pose of his choice.  Prior to punishment, he lectures me.  Sometimes he will stroke, kiss, and touch me.  Sometimes I will cry just because of the tone he is using

We have three levels of punishment

Level 1 is usually an OTK hand spanking – this is for maintenance, attitude or just for a quick reminder that I need to behave better

Level 2 is for more serious things.  These punishment spankings last longer.  I don’t have a choice on what implement is used, it is completely up to Sir.  He will spank me until I am in tears.  Then I will stand in the corner, until he either spanks me again or the punishment is over

Level 3 is the most serious.  These are 100% punishment, and Sir will ensure they are not sexual in any way.  These punishments are for putting myself in danger, swearing at Sir – for things which he feels really warrant this level of punishment.  When receiving a Level 3, I am always physically or manually restrained.  The punishment is always long and hard.  Sir wants these punishments to be a deterrent – and trust me they really are!

I need his guidance and discipline as much as I need him.  It may sound silly, but he makes me feel safe

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Dante’s perspective on Punishment: (@DanteReign69)

As many people know, punishment is the unspoken pleasure of a submissive; sometimes referred to as “funishment”.  I distinguish it from “discipline”, a word that my submissives genuinely dislike the thought of.  I like it when a bratty submissive disobeys or talks back, beyond genuinely questioning a dominant’s command.  It is a fun excuse to physically handle a submissive, to put them in their place and rough them up in a sexy and consensual manner

Some submissives prefer to give up all control, but many want it taken away by force.  I like both types, but the type of submissive who wants to be dominated, instead of just submitting, gives me a release for my sexual frustration.  It is a relief for my primal side, with the need to unleash my strength for a pleasurable climax.  Throwing a submissive around, forcibly controlling their movements and taking control of their body.  It is a positive outlet of superiority, and the resistance of a misbehaving playmate adds a shuddering tingle when overpowering their flailing limbs.  They want to be punished, but they will make it a challenge; that is what makes it more fun.  Of course there are times when a submissive just wants to be spanked, and they will gladly lay down for the consequences.  That can give me a rush, too; their weight on my lap and their body at my disposal.

If they enjoy it enough, they will likely act out again in future, meaning the fun can be had all over again.

A punishment is earned through playful disobedience.  Not enough to upset the dominant, but enough to pester and irritate.  The point is to frustrate the dominant into wanting to take physical action, not just a stern word of warning.  A good punishment is one that fits the bill.  Nothing too harsh, but enough to satisfy the submissive’s desire to be put in their place.  Deciding the severity of the punishment is subjective to each couple, so understanding each other’s needs is a good starting point.

The submissive has acted out because they want to be scolded.  They do not genuinely want to upset their dominant, so receiving a punishment that encroaches on a soft or hard limit is not a good idea.  A dominant should not use something that they know the submissive dislikes or hates, because that is not what the submissive was aiming for

If they are being verbally disrespectful, they probably want to be gagged or in some way trained to show their appreciation for authority

If they are being physically resistant, they are looking to be grabbed, hit (consensually), or forced into assuming a position that turns them on

The difference between these two words is a personal belief, not shared amongst all dominants.  Punishment is supposed to be fun, while discipline is about ensuring that a particular behaviour will not reoccur