Punishment

From the comments on my previous post from "Anonymous":

"I think that since bad boy Ben has not posted recently we should all come up with a punishment we find suitable that his Daddy will have the ultimate say on...."

Well, Anonymous, Daddy agrees with you. You are all correct, it is unacceptable for me to neglect my blog and my readers.

At Daddy's order, I will be accepting punishments in the comments section of this post until midnight on Friday. Daddy will review them all and choose the best or most popular. He will then administer my punishment and post pictures as proof.

I apologize to all of you for being so lazy, and await Your order.

Attached is an example of the last time I was bad.

The Spanking Cup

A few weeks ago, Daddy informed me there would be a new system of discipline in the home, and it all had to do with a small glass cup. He came over where I was sitting and put it in my hand so I could get a better look. The label around the rim read, "Spanking Cup". Even more curiously, three small metal S hooks were hanging off the rim. Unsure what to make of the foreign object, I looked up at Daddy inquisitively.

He smiled broadly and introduced me to the spanking cup. The three S hooks around the rim represented an offense that was not quite so egregious as to warrant a spanking, but bad enough to need correction. Every time I committed such an offense, one hook was taken off the rim and dropped in the cup. There are only three hooks. Can you guess what happens when all three hooks fall into the cup? If you guessed a spanking, you guessed correctly. Go straight over Daddy's knee. Do not pass go. Do not collect two hundred dollars. At the end of the day, each S would go back onto the rim, and I would begin the next day with a clean slate.

Now Daddy knows me well enough to predict that I was already trying to figure out ways to abuse the system. For example, it would be easy enough to just get two S hooks a day. In fact, it is almost like being given a free pass to misbehave twice a day. This is why he told me very clearly that gaming the system in itself is a spankable offense, and that he would be quite vigilant in making sure I played nicely.

However, Daddy is also a very kind man. Another element of the system, designed to keep me from not misbehaving at all, involved a reward. For every day I go without getting ANY hooks in the cup, I get a reward. At this point, Daddy asked for my input in coming up with the most effective and reasonable award. This is how my punch card was created. I will let it speak for itself.

I personally think its genius. The reward is something I want very badly, but given so incrementally that it really requires long term good-behavior to be of any value. Daddy has never been a big bondage enthusiast, but he enjoys it enough to play along. With the new system, however, I don't feel like I am bugging him to do something just for me when I need to be bound and gagged. With my punch card, I know that he is just doing it for me, but that's ok because it's something I have earned. All together, it has made being tied up and left to struggle (my favorite) a much more regular part of our relationship, which has left me quite satisfied.

To this day, I have yet to get all three hooks in the cup. It's mostly split between no hooks or one hook. All together, it has been a very effective system.

Having said that, I'm always looking for new ideas on how to spend my earnings! If anyone has ideas for positions, ties, gags, what I should be wearing, where tied, etc... let me know!

A House with Consequences

A few months ago, Daddy sat me down and we talked about discipline. More specifically, we discussed what each of us wanted from out relationship in regards to discipline and authority. I felt somewhat limited in my ability to come to the table though. After all, I had only been in one relationship before, and it was relatively vanilla. Luckily for me, Daddy really does always know best.

That's when he told me about his past boys and boyfriends. He shared some of the ways discipline was a part of these relationships, and explained to me what worked and didn't. Just as importantly, Daddy told me how he hoped to incorporate discipline into our relationship. I found our hopes for the relationship were quite similar.

In essence, we wanted to create a relationship and home where Daddy is in charge. Neither of us is bound by formal rules or codes. We simply live with the very basic and loving understanding that he's in charge. We would continue to act in ways that are organic for us, but always under his watchful eye.  And if and when he sees fit, I can be punished at his discretion whenever and for whatever cause he has.


This last part was something I felt ready for. So much so, that I unfortunately became slightly impatient. I was giddy at the idea of being given boundaries and held accountable for my behavior. So I did what any rude and impatient boy would do: kept bringing it up and pestering him about it. He told me in very specific words that he wanted to take things slowly, but patience has never been one of my virtues. So I waited, and waited, and began to doubt it would ever happen.


Until today. Coming in from a day of furniture shopping, Daddy and I decided to order dinner. He gave me four meal options. I guessed the first two might be, "Daddy's ass on a plate" and "Daddy's head on a plate". They were incorrect, and my fourth option became "A swift spanking and no dinner". My more bratty instincts kicked in right about now, and I requested the fourth option. He asked if I had a back up meal plan, and I just kept pushing him; committed to calling his bluff.

Well, he called mine. He walked into the bathroom, grabbed the bath brush, came back, grabbed me, put me over his knee, and spanked me. It couldn't have been more than ten swats in total, but BOY did they sting. My spanking was not only swift, but also clearly punitive. As someone who is quickly falling in love with spanking, I was shocked to see how clearly this spanking was not playful.

Afterward he sat me down and explained to me what just happened, and why. As it turns out, today is the first day of domestic discipline in the home. Daddy clearly thinks we're ready, and I'm eager to see what this new adventure holds for us.  Something tells me I'll have some trouble sitting down over the next few weeks.

I've Written a Letter to Daddy

Daddy,

I wanted to shoot you a short email about what happened this morning. I know from your perspective, this probably still doesn't count as a real spanking, but for me it was pretty intense. Since we're taking domestic discipline slowly, I thought you might want my thoughts on this minor step.


A few aspects of the spanking has lingered in my mind since I got in the shower. First, was the symbolic aspect of being over your lap. My developing interest in discipline focuses almost exclusively on over-the-knee Daddy/boy spanking with the hand. This was the first time that all of those symbolic, formal elements of spanking were present. I kept frantically thinking to myself "I'm I'm over Daddy's lap! I'm over Daddy's lap! I'm over Daddy's lap!" You know that I fantasize, and I think a big thrill for me this morning was experiencing the idea/fantasy. For example, I don't think I would have had this same thrill had you paddled me while bent over a chair. All the sexual and mental indicators of discipline were present this morning, and it thrilled and electrified my mind and body.


The second element was the spanking itself. More specifically, the physical aspect of the spanking. Through this, I experienced your strength, Daddy. That may sound strange, but it is actually uncommon to really feel your power. We both love wrestling and joking around, and I get a small sliver of it then. This was different, though. With one hand, you held me down no matter how much I kicked or wiggled. With the other, you administered very specific amounts of pain. You WERE completely, 100% in control of the situation, and I knew it. With every sting on my cheeks, I felt how powerful you were. Every time your hand would pull away, my heart would race with anticipation of the next swat. When would it come? Would it come at all? Would it be the same force as the last swat? Less? Double? And then your palm would strike my cheeks, and I would feel the rush of the sting. I felt this rush with every swat you gave me.

The last aspect of my spanking that really affected me is somewhat difficult to express. I suppose it is related to my first point. Basically, the spanking I received this morning was preceded by months of craving exactly what happened. I have thought about spanking non-stop since we started speaking more seriously on the subject. I know you overheard me spanking myself the other night while I jerked off, just to even get a taste of the feeling. It isn't just that this was a fantasy of mine, but rather that it was a new experience. The last time you spanked me, I was in a completely different mindset. This is the first time experiencing a spanking since I first became interested in it. I don't even have another experience in my life I can compare it to. It isn't like the first time I got fucked, or tied up, or any other sexual interest I have ever had. This came after weeks/months of desperate anticipation, and it made my heart and mind race.

I love you.

ben

...a discipline daddy.

Despite my youth, I have always felt my interests were pretty concrete (especially recently). Excluding the occasional stray fantasy, my interests have been fairly consistent over my years of exploration. I thought I learned rather quickly what I like and dislike. So much so, in fact, that I doubted the likelihood of ever being with a man who didn't share my rather specific interests. Part of it is, of course, the folly of youth. However, I also think it stems from how our internet profiles compel us to define and itemize our sexuality. After a while, you just begin to categorize things as likes or dislikes.

For example, I never "liked" discipline. From my perspective, discipline was synonymous with pain. Worse; discipline was nothing but pain. From the few dealings I had with pain and SM, I was fairly certain I wasn't interested in the subject.

It wasn't until I fell in love with Daddy that my understanding began to develop. My education began with our own organic dynamic. In many ways he is naturally a Daddy like figure: compassionate, reassuring, stern, and hard working. The more we saw one another, the more I wanted his help in possessing those traits. And what better way to inspire a boy than with a little tough love?

I remember the first time Daddy showed me a really good discipline video. The young man in the video had recently been bailed out of jail by the film's proprietor. The two had worked together regularly in the past on videos, and the Daddy was clearly very upset with the situation. During the process of an over-the-knee spanking, I was lucky enough to witness something very intense and very real. Both parties were obviously very upset, and I could tell what I saw was really happening for them. Not only was I enthralled, but I was also rock-hard.

I think that's when I started pestering Daddy to have a spanking boy over. We had both kept our online profiles while dating, and I encouraged him to start looking for a boy to discipline in front of me. He eventually had one come over, and their exchange was incredibly erotic. While I wasn't allowed to see, hearing their interaction had me drooling over Daddy. The boy's confession of laziness and sloth, and Daddy's firm demands that he work harder and sort out his shit. When the boy eventually left, the first thing I did was tell Daddy how incredible he is.

Then, about two months ago, I was lucky enough to receive my own behavioral standards. After much begging on my part, Daddy sorted out a schedule of chores for me. It's posted right on the fridge.

As you can see, he keeps me pretty busy. I'm usually pretty great at staying on top of things, and Daddy is pretty good at allowing for extenuating circumstances. However, I haven't been a perfectly good boy. Whether due to laziness or a desire to test Daddy's buttons, I have missed tasks. Usually I get off with a chuckle and a verbal warning, but on one occasion I was put over Daddy's lap. It wasn't "fun", in the traditional sense of the word. Ok, well it wasn't fun in any sense of the word. However, it was... I'm not sure exactly. Hot? Enjoyable? Kinky? I guess not any of those, really. No, it was intense. Intense, emotional, and very intimate. I was kicking and sobbing the whole time, but afterwards I was very grateful for the experience.

Now, I find that my greatest challenge is craving discipline while not wanting to disappoint Daddy. Wish me luck.

Daddy Says:
[I've stayed out of this one, and for good reason: Ben's post this week is an internal monologue describing a transformation he's experienced.  While I played a part in effecting that experience, I can't (and therefore won't force) a commentary over it.  His experiences and interpretations are his own and they do a great job of untangling the mixed, volatile, and as he said, intense feelings many boys associate with being disciplined by the man they answer to.  So, instead of a running commentary, I'll post a response from my perspective in the next few days. -A. ]