Hi, Diary. It just occurred to me that I've never made a entry about something that happens a lot to me: Getting punished. Growing up my mom would repeat "Spare the rod and spoil the child" every time she spanked me with the rug beater. And that was a lot. I don't think I was that bad a kid, but my mom was single and it was just me and her and whenever something when wrong she kind of took it out on me.
I've gotten punished regularly even all the way through middle school and high school. By high school, though, I think my mom was getting tired of it, so not to long after she introduced me to David, she asked him to take over disciplining me. In fact, maybe that was even one of the reasons she wanted me to meet him.
I actually like the idea of him taking over the discipline of me. I never had a Dad and it just seems to me like something a daddy needs to be doing for his daughter. So he asked me if this arrangement was alright with me and I said yes. Now that I'm 18, and in my senior year of high school, he's the only one that does it. If I do something wrong, my mom calls him and he comes over to the house takes me to my room and does it to me.
I also agreed to it back then as I wanted his attention and that was a way of getting it. I guess it worked because he finally asked me out and now he's even collared me. So it's like he owns me now. He's my new Daddy.
One of the things that I like about him disciplining me is that he's just more serious about it than my mom. She would just grab the rug beater and go at me, but David does like a whole ritual. He also uses different things and ways to punish me. Like his belt, or a paddle or a cane or maybe even a whip.
Like when he uses the cane on me, he tells me how many strokes I will be getting and I have to bare my bottom (he says using a cane on anything but a bare bottom is pointless). So I have to bend over a table or something, pull down my panties and pull up my skirt and spread my legs.
Sometimes he makes me just stand there in that position, my bare pussy exposed, waiting for him to be ready. It's so humiliating, but also turns me on so much! By the time he ready to start I'm practically dripping on the floor.
Anyway it's my job to count the strokes. If I forget, we start over. Also after each stroke, I have to thank him. It's a way to remind me that he's doing for me to make me into a more docile and obedient little girl. Also, since he has collared me, he's added a requirement that I say, "I love you, Daddy," after each hit.
Finally, when I'm ready for him to continue, I have to say, "May I have another one, Please?"
That last part is really the hardest. After eight or nine of a dozen strokes my bottom is really hurting and I'm usually sobbing, so it's hard to make myself say the words knowing that it will cause the next hit. It's even harder for him to understand me because I'm crying so much. He will make me repeat it until I say it clearly.
Afterwards, however, he always gives me aftercare that that is just the best. Like after a caning I'll lay my head on his lap and he will stroke my hair and tell me how proud he is of me that I took my punishment willingly. I love it when I earn a "Good Girl" by taking punishment well. Usually we will sit on the sofa and I'll have my head on his leg with my skirt up and panties down so he can see the welts forming on my ass and upper thighs. He enjoys seeing the result of his work.
I have to admit that my behavior didn't really improve very much until he collared me. I mean I would just act out so my mom would call him and he'd come over the house so I could see him even if it meant bruises and welts. After he collared me, however, he introduced the idea of a maintenance beating. Some people call this a maintenance spanking, but that not really the right name because it could be any kind of punishment, not just a spanking.
The thing is it isn't really punishment at all. I get it every other Friday night whether I'm good as gold or not. It's a way of re-enforcing our relationship as him the dominate and me the submissive. I get beaten because of what I am, not what I do. I like the fact that I can depend on it every other week. I need the attention and it really helps me to have a good cry on a regular basis. Daddy decided on Friday night, because it's the whole weekend before I go back to school and gives the bruises and welts a chance to fade. I'm usually good at hiding them, and I'm an adult so I can be in a BDSM relationship if I want, but I'd rather not have anybody asking questions.
