Daddy's Discipline: Part III: Wet Bottom Spanking

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I shook my head vigorously. “Yes daddy Yes yes yes!” I said through the paci still tied in my mouth. That’s my good girl. See what a baby you are. You like being I a messy messy diaper. Just like a big baby.” My face turns bright red as daddy says this, he knows it will, but he keeps rubbing my nipples, softly so softly, just enough for me to feel the pressure, once in a while pinching one then rubbing, rolling them in his fingers. I keep squirming and he just holds me tighter. Telling me what a baby I am, that daddy is going to have to make sure his baby is kept in a diaper like a baby should be.

I tried to apologize through my paci, “please daddy I’m sorry, please….” I didn’t know what was going to happen, but no one likes the thought of punishment. In the next few weeks, I saw Denise and Kristie get spanked during trips to the grocery store, the mall and the movie theatre, as well as the playground. Interestingly, neither of the girls seemed to feel any sense of embarrassment about it. They talked about their spankings very matter-of-factly, and did not think it unusual to be spanked in front of strangers.Now be a good girl and just relax for daddy. You want to show daddy that you want to be his good little baby girl don’t you?” Daddy asked me, again a bit of warning in his voice. After a spanking like that, I think you need to stand in the corner and think about why you were spanked.” Daddy said as he stood me up and led me to the corner. “Now you stay in this corner, hands at your sides, and think about what a bad bad baby you have been. And how you are going to be a good girl from now on.”

Give a choice. Let the child choose between two or three options that you are okay with. For example, if your child is resisting getting dressed, say "You can put on your shirt first or your pants first." That’s right” he said softly, and I felt his finger go into my bum, only soon I realized… that wasn’t his finger, because it kept going in and in. I tensed up again and again daddy slapped my bottom. I cried out from the pain, but got no sympathy. I wanted to spit this out but daddy was holding the bottle in firmly. It wasn’t milk in the bottle, but it tasted like baby formula! I could feel a tear sliding down my cheek, as tried to get as much of it as possible to slide out of my mouth, but of course this just added to daddy’s delight as it mixed with the baby food already on my chin and cheeks. Time outs. A time out should last roughly 1 minute for each year of age (e.g. 2-minute time outs for a 2-year-old). I am the oldest of four, with a sister two years younger and brothers five and eight years younger. By the time the older of the two boys was born, Mom had stepped aside from her classroom teacher career and was a full-time stay-at-home mother. I would estimate that 90 per cent of our spankings at home came from her.

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A similar fate befell the older of my two younger brothers. When he was in eighth grade, he, one of our cousins who was in his class and another kid were caught drinking behind the maintenance garage during recess at the Catholic school they attended. My cousin had taken these single shot rum bottles from his parents and the three of them were taking swigs from them when they were caught. He kept running his hand so lightly up one thigh then down the other as I squirmed and giggled so much my paci fell out. “stop stop” I gasped.

If I ever complain that nothing happens to my brother, I get aweek of special nightly discipline sessions, so I've learned to notcomplain. My dad says he's even going to let my brother give me myspankings one day soon. I think it's embarassing. Leaving me lying down, tied to the bed, he lifted the bowl and held it close to my face, but high enough I couldn’t see what it was. He used the spoon to scoop some out and I noticed it was a baby spoon, and the food looked like apple sauce. Daddy saw my face, and put his hand on my cheek softly. “its ok baby, but daddy has noticed you’ve been very grumpy lately, and not at all the well behaved little girl you should be.” As daddy was saying this, he had secured one ankle to the bed, and had moved to the other one, making sure my legs were drawn apart, not to tight as to hurt, but far enough I could not bring them together.Making up. Have the child make amends if they wronged someone. For example, if your son said something mean to his sister, ask him how he could make it up to her by doing something nice for her. Offer suggestions if your child is struggling to think of something (e.g. "you could make her a card"). We have never had a discussion about this, but this pattern continued after our other two boys arrived and began going over Mummy or Daddy’s knee for discipline. Harry, our second boy, was conceived during a passionate post-spanking lovemaking session, so he owes his life to Simon’s naughtiness! I can’t be sure about James, our youngest, but no doubt his naughty big brothers contributed to his own conception. I suspect that the reaction Polly and I experienced from spanking the boys’ bottoms is actually far more common than most people would dare to admit. I still don’t think of myself as a spanking fetishist, as I only enjoyed the experience in the context of my own sons being disciplined. I’m unsure about Polly – as I say, I don’t think it’s a conversation we will ever have – but certainly she has never shown any interest in spanking in the marital bed, for example.

I remember a serious strapping my sis took from Dad in seventh grade when she was caught with cigarettes. Both my parents’ fathers had had serious health issues related to smoking and it was one thing for which my parents had zero tolerance. When Mom found the cigarettes, she paddled my sister in front of the rest of us and left her standing in the corner with her red bottom showing until Dad came home.

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I shook my head yes, but I was afraid what this meant. “That’s right, but right now you’ve been a bad girl and daddy needs to punish his bad girl. Do you know what this is baby?” I shook my head no and daddy told me. I could barely stand to swallow the horrible tasting food, and managed to let quite a bit of it dribble out of my mouth onto my face, unfortunately, this had the effect daddy wanted for he made quite a few comments on how messy my face was, just like a baby. Each time he said this, I blushed more and more, quite embarrassed at being spoon fed, and at having such a messy face. I would get a few more spankings from Kate after she became my stepmother, but that first spanking from her holds a special place in my heart. There was a fan across the room and I could feel it blowing on me, daddy must have turned it up to high because I was covered in goose pimples and could feel my nipples getting hard. Finally, after what seemed like ages, I finished all that was in the bowl. I assumed daddy was going to wipe my face off, but instead he put the bowl down and proceeded to put the bottle in my mouth.