Domestic Discipline Pumpkins!

I recently visited Malignus in South Dakota. Since it was nearly Halloween, we decided to carve pumpkins!

I love Halloween! It's a holiday that involves a lot of candy and dressing up, so it's obviously my kind of occasion. I don't know if Malignus was actually excited about the pumpkins or if he was just humoring me, but he took me to get two of them! I'd looked forward to it for weeks.

We picked out the perfect pumpkin, and then I picked out another one I could carry. His was significantly larger than mine, but they looked cute together. We named them Bert and Matilda and decided they were a pumpkin couple.

We didn't start out with the idea, but as we carved away at them and he intermittently smacked me with something, the art began to imitate life. Being the spankos that we are, we began carving spanko pumpkins! We're very clever.

In the photo above, you see Matilda standing in the corner, mascara streaked down her face. She's been crying. Bert is standing nearby rather menacingly. He's holding the dreaded "Jenny."

Jenny is a horrid wooden spoon that is Malignus' most beloved implement, and those who have felt her can understand why Matilda is so upset. Jenny hurts a lot! The day before, I became reacquainted with her awfulness after I accidentally impersonated a bad girl. This tragedy occurred after Malignus decided he needed to know whether or not it hurt more to pop me with the end of a kitchen towel or with a rubber toy snake. I protested, and he assured me that it was for science. "I hate science!" I exclaimed without thinking. As soon as the words left my mouth, I tried to suck them back in and began backpedaling.  Before I could get out more than a syllable, he had me by the arm, and I was being pulled into the bedroom. He grabbed Jenny, sat on the bed, and pulled me over his lap. Needless to say, there was plenty of wailing and declarations of my undying love for science. I was a very sorry girl.

So I'm sure Matilda learned her lesson too!

Happy Halloween!

Sacramento Part 3: Face Slapping, Capsaicin Welts, and Coloring Malignus

I honestly didn't expect this weekend to turn into three posts, but I suppose we did pack a lot of awesome into a few short days, and the memories are just too nice to let them go undocumented. An hour or so after the caning, I started to notice the clock, and it occurred to me that we would all have to say goodbye in the morning. This realization hit me all at once, and I was already more vulnerable than usual after being punished. Suddenly, I felt the tears well up, and I panicked. I'm not sure why, but I really didn't want to break down in front of anyone, so I went for a walk and let myself cry. Thankfully, thekillingtype came to find me and gave me more of her A+ snuggles, which basically fixed everything. Did I mention how cuddly she is? I want to keep her in my pocket (next to my pocket Picard) and pull her out for cuddles-on-demand all the time!

We returned to the room to find Malignus waiting for us. I greeted him with puffy, red eyes, sniffles, and a decent amount of poutiness which was most certainly not appreciated. That's actually something I really respect about him. He's immune to my pout, and he doesn't let me get away with much sulking. As much as I want to indulge my sad at times like these, it isn't good for me, and I'm glad he knows it. He's quite attentive to my emotional state, but only if I'm being honest about it and not masking it with something insincere.

thekillingtype went for a walk and left us alone for a little while so we could sort me out. Before long, I'd dropped the gloom and stopped wasting the little time we had together on anything other than being happy. Once that was settled and my world was a few shades brighter, we decided to try something I'd asked him about a few months earlier: faceslapping!

I've been vaguely interested in being slapped across the face for a few years, but recently it's become pervasively fascinating. I really wanted Malignus to slap me, and I'd asked him if he would do it a few months ago. He enthusiastically agreed (because he spoils me)!

He pulled me to my feet. I felt nervous and looked up at him. "What do I do?" I asked awkwardly. He assured me that I didn't have to do anything, so I continued watching his right hand. Suddenly it was on my skin, and I was shocked by the brief, sharp impact. It had a wonderful sting to it without really hurting that much. I liked it. I asked for another. He smiled and assured me that the first was just the test run. I suppose the huge grin I wore said enough regarding how I felt about that. The next thing I knew, his hand was in my hair, tilting my head back, and he slapped me hard. It felt like everything stopped for a moment while I took it in. I felt invigorated. I opened my eyes and looked into his as he guided me down onto the bed and pressed his palm firmly against my sternum. I relaxed and felt the submission settle through me, half drunk with it.

Malignus showed me this picture a few years ago, but recently I've found myself revisiting it.

My favorite part about this image is the look on her face. Despite the caption clearly referring to the man in the photo, I can't help but think she looks even more satisfied than he does. I assume her expression was the product of acting and almost certainly didn't involve an actual slap to the face. Even so, I think I felt like she looks in the moments after he slapped me, and it was powerful, overwhelming, and wonderful. I do believe I like it. :)

Soon thereafter, I was back to my natural state of happy, and we went to find thekillingtype. More snuggles were had, and she and I built a fort because we're cool. It was a good fort, and we were awesome in it. It had been a good couple hours since we'd been hit with stuff though, so there was that unspoken electric feeling that happens when spankings are about to happen.

Thus far, the fronts of our thighs had been relatively spared. Not for long, though. thekillingtype got treated to the cane first, and I watched as Malignus quickly moved the rod up and down the fronts of her little legs, then finished with a few hard strokes. If you've ever seen thekillingtype hit with stuff before, you know what an impressive sight it is to behold. I couldn't take my eyes off of her!

I got mine next, and I found it much easier to take after my little rush of submission earlier. It still hurt as much as one would expect, and as usual, he pushed me to the point where I needed to be before finishing with the hard ones. thekillingtype and I celebrated with more snuggles, and Malignus took this picture of us a few minutes after the ordeal:

Caned!

This picture makes me all sorts of happy. Besides, we're both 5'2" short, so our legs are the same length and we had the same marks from the same dom using the same cane, and that's just too much cute for me to handle without squealing and hopping in place. Before caning us, he'd also applied a thin layer of capsaicin, so we had a lot to be happy about.

To celebrate, we each took one side and massaged Malignus' back. We apparently did a good enough job to convince him to let us be cute, and we then got to do something truly astounding. He let us PAINT CUTE ANIMALS AND HEARTIES ON HIS BACK WITH BATH PAINTS!!! I sort of want to say that again just to make sure everyone understands how important it is. Malignus. Bath paints. Cute animals. He gave me permission to blog about it, but I'm not allowed to post pictures, so you'll just have to use your imagination. I assure you, it's all of the wonderful :D

An hour later, we cleaned the paint off his back and reinspected our marks, which looked like this:

We are pretty!

Unfortunately, I had to leave at 8am, so around 6, Malignus instructed me to pack my bag so we could all cuddle until it was time to go. I did so, with minimal footstomps and brow furrows, and then crawled into bed. After about 15 minutes, I started squirming. The heat from the covers and the capsaicin combined to create an intense burn, and I didn't want to leave! The weekend had been too perfect, and I felt the tears well up again. I cried onto his chest, and he held me tight enough to make me feel safe and secure in the moment. His voice was gentle and encouraged me to be content and enjoy the time we had together. When it was eventually time to go, he took my chin in his hand, looked down into my eyes and told me I was going to be fine because I was his good girl and that's what he wanted. He had me repeat it back to him until I was sure I belonged to him and felt charged with the responsibility of keeping myself happy. He told me he loved me and smacked me again. Such bliss.

I gathered my bags and he walked me to the door. "Tell me I'm not allowed to drop?" I pleaded. "You're not allowed to drop," he assured me. We hugged again, and I held onto him until it was absolutely time to go. Once in the car, I called TheCaringJoe, and he kept me company as I drove back to the airport. I was about a half a millimeter away from torrential tears for most of the trip. Each time I'd start to slip, he'd remind me that I wasn't allowed to drop, and that I was a good girl for staying positive. By the time I hung up and got on my plane, I was convinced, and I didn't even have to fight with my emotions. I arrived home to the most wonderful husband in the world, who snatched me up as though I would melt if left unsnuggled for more than a few hours.

It's a wonderful thing to be this happy and at the same time feel like a good girl for being that happy.

For the sake of documentation, I took pictures of my bruises as they evolved over the next several days. This may very well be the secret to my post-trip happy. The bruises stay with me, like a hug I can wear and watch heal, changing from pink to purple to blue, green, yellow. It probably sounds strange to some, but these marks keep me company when I resume my vanilla life. They make me feel connected to myself, underneath my clothes, hurting when I sit. I love them. So please enjoy! :)

Sacramento, Part 2: More Forgetfulness, a Wedding, and Another Caning

I woke up just before my alarm went off. I peeled back the covers, and tiptoed to the dresser where I'd left the candy. After devouring a few bites of chocolate, I popped some hard candy in my mouth and crawled back in bed for an hour. thekillingtype was snuggled into a pillow in the next bed, and Malignus appeared to be asleep. I basked in the moment for a few minutes before acquiring some snuggles and being encouraged out of bed to get ready.

Heading for the shower, I heard a light knocking at the door. I paused to consider who it could be. "Heather?" I asked through the door. "Yessss" came a whispered voice that didn't belong to Heather Feather. "Oh crap," I thought, and opened the door to let Heather W. in so she could dart across the room and pounce Malignus in bed. She'd been 2 hours away visiting family that weekend and had planned on surprising him that day, with my help. Of course, when she tried to text me to get the address for the hotel, she got no answer from my cell phone that was still sitting at home on the other side of the country. I'd forgotten to track down her number and text her from my temporary phone a day earlier, in my flustered state. She'd been through quite a lot to find us, but I think she forgave me after tons of hugs, snuggles, and assuring me how lucky I am that she isn't a Top. She spent a couple of hours with us before she had to go, but having her there at all made the weekend so much more special!

Before long, Malignus, thekillingtype, and I headed off to the wedding. thekillingtype and I had to wear thigh high stockings to cover our bruises, which made me feel sneaky, like we shared a secret! The wedding itself was really sweet, and Heather Feather was breathtakingly beautiful. Malignus officiated the ceremony, and seeing the way Heather Feather and Travis looked at each other all full of love and happy made me tear up a bit. So much win. :)

This was also the first time I'd been to a non-spanking related event with Malignus since we began a romantic relationship, and I was proud to be there as his girlfriend. BethEisley and I had picked him out some nice dress clothes and accessories during our shopping trip the day before, and he looked quite handsome if I do say so myself. After the wedding, we all headed out to a local bar, and I soon came to the horrifying conclusion that I'd forgotten to bring my ID. I reluctantly explained myself while trying to avoid eye contact with the bouncer, who looked at me suspiciously and asked me my age. "I'm 30," I said, trying my hardest not to sound like I was in trouble. I got to sit inside with everyone and not drink. I was relieved but also feeling more than a little guilty.

On the drive back to our hotel, Malignus let me know that my second round of forgetfulness would be dealt with. I spent the rest of the short trip thinking on that. Once we were back in our room I asked for an extra 5 minutes to mentally prepare and was allowed as much. I paced the room, trying to settle my nerves and get into a headspace that would help me take the inevitable caning gracefully. Once again, I hadn't been spanked all day and this time I already had a substantial amount of bruising. I also felt pretty rotten about my elleefail. Barely a day earlier, I'd assured him that I wouldn't be so forgetful and then went on to forget EVERYTHING all day long.

The clock was broken and said it had been 5 minutes after about 90 seconds, at which point I ran to hide between the wall and the bed. Realizing how ridiculous that was, I came out again and placed myself over the side of the bed, propped up on a pillow. I peeked out from around the pillow to see him gripping the horrid cane firmly in his right hand. There's something downright terrifying about that moment just before the first stroke, when it hasn't really started yet but I know it's about to and I know it's going to be bad. I think that moment is more difficult for me than any other time during a heavy scene or punishment. I can usually convince myself to stay in place once it's started, but the thought of it beginning can fill me with an irrepressible urge to flee. I felt the panic rising, and before I knew it, I was clinging to him and pleading desperately.

He calmly asked me if I wanted to take this in a way that would make him proud or in a way that would not. There's really only one answer to that question, and that's the thought that got me back in position. I gave up my last fleeting thoughts of resistance and lay back down. I took a deep breath, exhaled, and buried my face in a pillow.

It hurt. So. Much. It's a thick acrylic cane that doesn't have much give to it, and it's a lot of awful. I've never been underwhelmed with the way he applies this particular cane, and this time was no exception. I tried to remember to breathe, and I made an effort to relax and accept the inevitability of it. I held out for a few strokes before I was reduced to screaming into the pillow. After 8 or 9, I came up for air, panting and gasping, and he gave me time to recover. Soon I fell back into my pillow, pushed my bottom up again, and received the last of the 12. I did some more screaming and wailing, but I didn't move, and before I could come to my senses, thekillingtype was wrapped around me in the best snuggles ever. She's wonderful like that!

I unburied my face and looked up at Malignus. "You took that well," he said with a smile, and I thought I'd burst from the happy. I flopped myself into his arms for even more snuggles and enjoyed feeling like a good girl again. From the looks of me, though, I probably could've been mistaken for a not-so-good girl:

These pretty marks faded into a nice set of bruises by the next day and left me feeling loved and cared for even after I was back on the east coast. <3

 

To be continued...