Gerri's Domestic Discipline

It was only a week or so later that I suddenly regretted my promise to Doug and wished I hadn't asked him for regular discipline. I arrived at his house early on a Friday evening. I'd had a terrible week at work and my so-called colleagues had been monstrous. My belief was that the bosses were slowly destroying the organisation and everyone was fighting and attacking one another as if they wanted to have the lifeboat all to themselves.

I had talked to Doug about my issues with work so many times before. I hated it and it was a dead-end. I was tired of all the crap and frightened of what would happen to the staff and me in particular. I was at my wits end trying to do my best to keep everything functioning properly. That was all a big mistake on my part. At first, however, I thought my mistake was to complain to Doug about my week in the office.

He had been very attentive and listened to me moan and complain and worry for quite a time. Then I saw that look in his eyes. I wasn't sure what it meant and, sadly for me, I was too caught up in dumping all my emotional turmoil onto him.

Doug stopped me talking all of a sudden and had me stand in front of him. He still had that look in his eyes.

'Do you remember the promise we made?' he asked me. Yes, of course I did.

'Do you remember you agreed, you asked me, to correct you and discipline you whenever you're not coming up to my standards?' I remembered only too well, I told Doug with a small gulp of fear.

He then instructed me to go into his bedroom and open the wardrobe. There was a small package inside that I was to open and bring to him. I did as he said and inside a black bag I found something like a bat made out of leather. Later I discovered it was called a paddle. It seemed heavy and evil and I was starting to really regret the situation I had put myself in.

Back in the loungeroom I was ordered to strip completely and get over Doug's lap. I was feeling very confused and a little afraid. But I did as I was told without question. Something in my head warned me not to question Doug right then. The look was still there in his eyes.

Of course you know that Doug spanked me. He spanked me really hard. First he used his big bare hand to smack my bottom again and again. He was really hitting me hard and just like the first time my head was filled with the terrible sounds, the searing pain and my deep shame.

Doug did not say a word to me for the first twenty or so smacks. I just had to lie there, naked, abused, ashamed, helpless while this otherwise caring man whaled into my behind. I knew I was being punished and somehow I knew that it was good for me. I just wasn't sure why I was being punished and it made the whole thing seem so unfair.

After twenty Doug took up the paddle and really let me have it. I was so shocked I know I cried out in protest. The sound was louder and the pain was worse. Doug started talking to me then between smacks and I did all I could to focus on his voice.

'...do something about it ...need to take charge ...make it happen ...don't owe them anything ...need to be number one.'

The spanking just went on and on. I lost count altogether. All I knew after a time was that my bum was giving me more pain than I'd ever known. There seemed no end in sight. Doug was being relentless and my poor bottom was sure to be bruised. It really did feel like abuse because it just seemed so unfair. I could hear that Doug wanted me to make a change in my worklife. Why was I being spanked?

Then the tears came. Big, heavy tears that rolled down my nose and dropped from my eyes onto the floor. I started to sob aloud and my nose began to run. Soon I was a total mess of blubbering, streaming tears and runny snot. I gave up wanting mercy from Doug. My whole world was focussed on my backside and the cruel pain he was inflicting on me. I honestly cannot say how long he smacked me for or how long I cried.

All I know is that after a time I realised that the spanking had stopped. I was still sobbing loudly but Doug had stopped hitting my bottom. Instead he was rubbing me tender cheeks and my lower back and gently encouraging me to 'let it all out'. Then he spoke some more.

'I know you're crying because it hurt so much. But I need to make sure you remember this lesson because I don't want you to go on hurting yourself.' I was still crying too hard to reply.

Later Doug said, 'I know you are frightened to leave work. But its hurting you so much to stay there that you need to find a way to leave.' I could only agree with him. Then he really hit the mark.

'I also know the real reason you can't leave that place is because you're afraid it will upset other people. You want to make them all happy. That's why you try so hard to fix everything that is wrong there.'

I knew that he was right. Doug sat me up and through my tears I nodded in agreement. It was true. I always wanted to make people happy. Somehow I had always wanted to make people happy. I suppose I was afraid of them being angry with me. It was one of the reasons I lacked the courage to get out of bad relationships with men. It had stopped me looking for a new career.

Just hearing Doug say these things seemed to take a huge weight off my shoulders. Then Doug said something else. 'If we're going to stay together I need you to be stronger and to fight for the things that you need.'

We talked more and more, even after Doug took me to bed. There was no sex that night but we talked longer and more honestly than I'd ever done before. My need to please people, to keep everyone happy, had been the cause of so much unhappiness in my life. It was the reason I'd accepted so many pricks as boyfriends. It was the reason I had such a difficult relationship with my parents. It was the real reason I'd stuck it out at work -- that and the fear of stepping into the unknown.

Doug had helped me to see that I had been going about things the wrong way. I saw that my desire to please people wasn't about being good or successful. It was an excuse to be weak. But now I had discovered that I didn't need to be weak. I had learned with Doug in the past few months that I could have a lot of things that I secretly wished for.

Most of all I knew that I wanted to please Doug. He'd said something about us 'staying together'. Suddenly that seemed very important and I knew the key was to shape up and begin to work harder to meet the expectations Doug had of me. He believed I could do it. That was making me feel braver already. I needed to stop trying to make everyone else happy, trying to win their acceptance, and focus on the happiness of myself and Doug -- the one person who accepted me for the inner me.

So I really threw myself into re-making my life. With my butt all sore and bruised I spent the next week and a half submitting two applications for new jobs and enrolled myself in a course of professional development. Each day was really hard and each time I took a step towards a new life I felt the old worries and ears rising up inside me.

Domestic discipline works I can tell you! It does for me. For each and every time I felt those old fears my mind turned instead to my bottom. I remembered the paddle and the horrible pain. My poor bum had been bruised black and the bruises stayed for over a week. It ached and felt stiff. But I also remembered that I had had the courage to endure my punishment. It was like a badge that constantly reminded me that quitting my job was not the hardest thing I'd ever done.

Later Doug told me that he had bought the paddle on-line straight after my second spanking. He knew it was a gamble, especially without telling me in advance that he was going to use it on me. He also mentioned the way it would look in the eyes of the law. But after the second spanking and our long talk he had decided he really wanted to support me. And he had thought that the best thing for me was to receive some firm reinforcement. Somehow he had seen that I needed to be pushed hard and that I would welcome the benefits of domestic discipline. He told me that the paddle was a gift to me and we both laughed aloud at that one.

We celebrated that period of 're-making Gerri' by having a 'grand unveiling' of my bushy pubes. I finally convinced Doug I had grown enough of a forest for him. He made me pose in the nude and took lots more pics of me showing my hairy vagina, including with my legs wide apart, and I was very embarrassed. But I didn't really care because I knew the pubes were coming off! Doug did it himself, carefully shaving me all over my vagina. It was rather romantic and very erotic! I knew I would go back to waxing again but it was so intimate to have my man shave me like that.

Around that time I was finally introduced to Doug's children from his marriage. Two wonderful little girls that adore their father. I didn't want to intrude on their lives. But I kept thinking of what Doug had said about us 'staying together.'

I also started doing a little more exercise. I wanted to be healthy and I also thought it might help to tone up my bottom a little more. It didn't seem like I had to hate my body, I could just take better care of it.

Doug continued to introduce me to all kinds of new and kinky sex play. As promised, he took me shopping for some new anal toys. That was an experience! I got a new collection of butt plugs and dildos. Since then I have many times gone out of the house, at Doug's insistence, with some strange object lodged in my anus. Every time I feel deliciously naughty and free. Its so exciting to walk down the street or through the mall with a rubber toy in my bottom and knowing that none of the people there would ever guess I am so kinky.

One of my applications had some success and I was offered an interview for a position in another firm. That was also the cause of another punishment spanking from Doug. Naturally I was nervous ahead of the interview. As it got closer I started to voice my concerns. What if I didn't match up? What if they didn't like me? What if I blew the interview? What if I had to stay at my old, crappy job? Doug listened patiently to my worries and my nerves and did his best to reassure me. But even my Doug has his limits as I have found out lately.

It was two days before the interview Doug when decided to take action. 'Enough,' he said to me in that stern tone I have learned to dread. 'There's only one way to fix this.'

I was ordered to remove my pants and underwear. This time I didn't go across Doug's lap. I was ordered to spread my legs and bend over, holding on tight to the back of an old dining chair. Usually I enjoy being naked and exposed in front of Doug. But in this position I mostly felt shame and fear. This night we were at my place so, thank goodness, there was to be no paddle.

I was given a proper spanking though. Doug has mentioned the idea of 'warm-ups'. But I don't think he's ever really given me any warm-up. I was given about ten really hard smacks to start with. I knew what I had done wrong, at least partly. So domestic discipline still felt strange to me but I was glad to receive those smacks because I'd upset Doug. He continued smacking me really hard with his bare hand, slowly and talking to me at the same time.

'...better than that ...show them confidence ...strong enough ...good enough to win this job ...don't talk yourself out of it.'

As usual, I was spanked for the entire time that Doug was talking to me. I tried my best to listen, not least to avoid thinking about the pain in my backside. Somehow the noise of the smacking helped me to concentrate. I didn't flinch once. I never have flinched during a spanking even when I know to expect the next smack.

Altogether I received about forty smacks, good hard ones. This time there were no tears. Doug had spoken about me being strong and I wanted to show him that strength in my reaction to the spanking. He was trying to motivate me, make me stronger for the interview and I wanted that too.

When it was done I was ordered to stay in that position. I did exactly as I was told. Doug took a few pictures of my pink, glowing bottom and then left me there 'to think about what was expected of me'.

I did the interview and I really did feel strong and confident. Doug believed in me and I put my best foot forward because I owed it to him. I was shocked when they rang and offered me the job! I started there as the second-in-charge of their human resources section. I even got a small increase in pay. Who could have guessed that after the crap I had endured in my last job.

Doug and I also celebrated that great event. At one stage I had revealed to Doug my interest in having a piercing done. I wasn't sure how he would take it. It turned out that Doug didn't mind at all. To him it was body jewellery and not a surgical modification like a breast reduction.

Doug made the booking and took me along and held my hand while I sat, half naked, with my legs in stirrups while a young woman prodded and measured my vagina. We had decided on a clit hood piercing and I chose a nice, wide ring with a heavy bead on it so we could hang things from it and I could play with it whenever I wanted. The bead even has a turquoise jewel set in it. Having the young woman touch me down there actually felt quite sexy. I was warned about the pain of the actual piercing but, you know, compared to Doug spanking me with the paddle, it really wasn't so bad.

There were still more new, kinky things for me to explore. We decided to try enemas. By now I think I officially had a fetish for playing with my own bottom. Doug got me a couple those rubber bulbs, different sizes, that have thin nozzles to stick in your anus. I wanted to play with them by myself a few times so I could get the hang of it. Since then Doug has used them on me a few times as well. I love it of course! I don't suppose these are genuine enemas like in hospitals or some people write about. But I always really enjoy the sensations of playing with my bottom, or having Doug do it, and to be honest I love the idea I am also making myself clean for Doug.

As things went along Doug also encouraged me to be less 'proper' or prudish. If I was going to be a liberated and kinky woman I needed to be able to express myself properly. So gradually I learned to use words like cunt, cock and arsehole. Sometimes it made me laugh but I really did try my best. Doug wanted it and he had set an expectation for me. I didn't want the consequences of failing to measure up.

A big event for me was when Doug has introduced me to a threesome. One of my previous boyfriends had tried to force me to do that and I had hated him for it. Doug was totally different and just asked me how I felt. I had to confess the idea was very enticing. I wanted to see how it would feel to act like that with another person. Finally I felt brave enough, and safe enough, to actually try it. Plus I knew it would excite Doug and that definitely made me want to try.

My first threesome was special and delightful. Doug chose a nice man, Mike. He was a little younger than me which was a change because most of my lovers had been at least several years older. Mike had a very nice body and also a very nice penis. By now I was happy to call it his cock -- a very nice cock.

It wasn't totally a threesome because for a lot of the night Doug was happy to watch me fucking Mike and to give me a few kisses or suck on my boobs. He told me he wanted me to totally enjoy the other man. I did, too, because Doug had chosen well and Mike was quite a good lover. I was pleasantly surprised to learn that not all men were as bad in bed as my previous boyfriends. And he loved my clit hood ring.

We finished up that night with me taking both men at the same time. I was on my hands and knees and Doug was fucking me from behind. Mike was on his knees in front of me and shoved his cock into my mouth. Once upon a time I would have thought it was very strange and abusive behaviour for my boyfriend to allow this to happen to me. Instead I felt strong and free and I really LOVED all the attention and the fact these two men were so turned-on by being with me.

Doug asked if Mike could cum in my mouth. I said yes! I was so wet already and knowing he was that excited only made me want his semen even more. He erupted soon after and I let him shoot it all into my mouth. Well, not quite all because I managed to get some of his cock juice onto my face as well. The rest I swallowed happily right away. Yet again I can say I was pleased to feel like a dirty slut.

After that Doug fucked me hard and fast until he shot his load deep inside my cunt. Doug had a great time and kept telling me how sexy and desirable I am! I loved it too, of course. Having two cocks to play with was FABULOUS and I got so much attention and pleasure from them both. Now Doug is looking for another man to join us in a threesome. I know we are going to play with Mike again and I am looking forward to that very much. I think Doug wants to have Mike fuck my arse and I think I am going to let them do it.

You won't be surprised that Doug has also asked me about a threesome with a woman. I don't know if I could do that. It would excite Doug a lot but I had to be honest with him. I didn't want to give him a reason to punish me with a spanking.

However, Doug has also introduced the idea of group sex or maybe even an orgy. He knows about these things and has participated in them before. Right now I don't think I am ready for that much kinkiness. But I know that one day I will say yes.

We've also gotten into pee play. That definitely was Doug's idea as I'd never even imagined such a thing! It seemed rather weird at first that Doug would want to watch me pee. Soon we got to the point where I was pissing into a large bowl whenever he asked. My bladder can hold quite a lot so it needed to be a big bowl! I saw how excited it made Doug and that was enough for me. Having been through so much with Doug, having learned to overcome my fears and inhibitions, piss play turned out to be quite easy in the end. Now I enjoy doing it for him whenever he wants.

Sometimes Doug decides to piss on me instead. I was ready to accept that. Another man would have made it feel horrid and demeaning. With Doug it feels so primal and basic that I enjoy it a lot. His stream is always so strong and hot and I love the way it splashes off my skin. We always follow up with a lovely shower.

As I have said already, domestic discipline works for me. I wanted to be free and liberated and no longer afraid of myself or afraid of the reactions of other people. Doug, using helpful doses of domestic discipline, has helped me to break through those barriers and experience wonderful things I would have kept on denying myself.

Our sex life continues to be fantastic. We are travelling overseas together next year. And we're now planning to move in with each other in a few months time. Hat means more time with his daughters. I don't know if I can call it love yet. But I do know I am so very happy and content with everything I have with Doug.

You shouldn't think that we have left domestic discipline behind us. I still need to be pushed and have expectations enforced. I like the new me and I want to do what I need to keep her. So Doug still spanks me from time to time when he decides it is required.

A few weeks after I started my wonderful new job I had to be honest and tell Doug I hadn't given myself an enema for some time. The reason was that I had been so concerned about making a good impression in the new job that I had to admit I'd neglected to set time aside for that little personal pleasure. Doug didn't really mind the missed enemas too much. What he was upset about was that he saw me slipping back into my old, bad habits. He didn't want me to sacrifice my personal life for my work.