"Go find a corner for your nose and wait for me."
I am truly not heartless, despite what some people may say. The sad look in Alex's eyes when I send her to the bedroom to wait for me in the corner is killing me. I would love nothing more than to let her off the hook with a slap on the wrist, but Alex and I both know that she needs consistent discipline and sometimes a good, hard spanking just has to happen. My sweet little Alexandra Justine Cabot is intelligent, competent, and passionate. She is also impulsive and bratty and doesn't always make the best decisions in regard to her own wellbeing. That's when I step in with a healthy dose of Domestic Discipline, and it's been that way for almost twenty five years now. It must be working for us, because we couldn't be more in love if we tried. This house is extremely peaceful, we never fight. I get a glass of water from the kitchen and drink it slowly. Yes, I am stalling, give me a break. I am not looking forward to the unpleasant task ahead of me, no matter how much she deserves it. I hate making Alex cry.
I let Alex stew in the corner for about ten minutes before I walk to the bedroom, and I am pleased to find Alex exactly where she is supposed to be; standing in the corner with her jeans and panties pulled down to her knees and her hands on her head. I can hear her whimpering already; she knows exactly what she has coming, we've been down this road many times before. I have to resist the urge to give her a hug and remind myself that there will be plenty of time to hold and comfort her after her punishment is over. I know some Dominants who don't believe in comforting their submissive partner immediately after a punishment, but I am not one of those people. Especially considering the strict spankings that Alex is used to getting, where there is usually more than one implement involved and she is always deeply distraught by the time it's over. I would never even consider leaving Alex without comfort in such a state, she knows full well that as soon as her punishment is complete I will scoop her up and shower her with affection. I may be strict, but I love my sweet angel with all my heart and I always want her to know it.
"Come here, little girl." I open the bedside table drawer and pull out the hairbrush, and then sit down on the bed.
Alex has made it perfectly clear over the years that the corner is probably her least favorite place in the world, and when I call her to me she practically runs away from the corner, and without being told she drops to her knees at my feet. I can see the tears already beginning to well up in Alex's baby blue eyes and once again I have to remind myself that she earned this herself, I am not just being mean.
"Do you understand why you're in trouble, little girl?" I always ask this question. For obvious reasons, it's vital that Alex understands exactly why she's earned a sore bottom, so that she can correct it in the future. If for some reason she doesn't understand why she's getting a spanking, then I need to stop everything and explain why before anything else happens.
"Yes, Ma'am, because I lied to you to try and get out of trouble. I'm sorry." Alex's lower lip trembles as she looks up at me with repentant baby blue eyes.
"I know you are. Unfortunately it's my job to make sure that your naughty bottom is sorry too. What is lying called in our home?"
"A spankable offense."
"Stand up."
Alex starts to cry as she obediently stands up in front of me, and those tears are really killing me as I pull Alex's jeans and panties down to her knees, but I have to strengthen my resolve. In her heart, Alex expects me to consistently hold her accountable and carry through on her punishment. If I don't, then she is the one who suffers, and I am not willing to let that happen no matter how much I hate what I am about to do to my sweet baby. Alex herself agreed to this lifestyle almost twenty five years ago, fully consenting to submit to my authority and and obey my rules, and fully consenting to submit to punishment if and when I deem necessary. I gently guide Alex over my lap, adjust her position slightly to make her bottom a better target, and rest my right hand on her bottom. I start with just my hand and pepper Alex's bottom with sharp spanks.
"Ow!" Alex gasps in shock with the first hard spank, and before long I can hear her quietly whimpering, and then she starts to cry.
I am not really in the habit of lecturing Alex during the spanking itself. I prefer to lecture before the spanking and then let my hand or the implements do the talking. As the spanking progresses, my heart bursts with pride. As always, Alex is accepting the consequences of her actions as gracefully as she possibly can. She is crying, of course, and she is always allowed to cry. But she is doing her best to keep her wriggling to a dignified limit, and she doesn't kick or reach back to cover her bottom. She doesn't ask me to stop, probably because she knows it won't do her any good anyway. This spanking is over when I say it is and not one single spank before then. When I am satisfied with the color of Alex's bottom, I pause long enough to pick up the hairbrush and she gasps when she feels the wooden implement tapping her bottom and buries her face in a pillow. I notice that it's my pillow she's holding. I bring the hairbrush down sharply and Alex begins to cry harder as her punishment continues. I can see her gripping the pillow in her effort to not reach back. Alex knows the consequences for reaching back and she doesn't want them.
"Stand up when you want to and get in position on the bed, little girl."
Alex cries harder when she hears my instruction, but she doesn't argue with me about it. Lying is a serious offense in our home and I always punish severely for it. Alex lays over my lap crying for a moment and then slowly pushes herself up from my lap and reluctantly bends across the bed with two pillows under her hips elevating her bottom. She takes my pillow with her so that she can keep holding onto it. I take off my belt, and I can hear Alex whimpering through her tears as she lays obediently waiting to take the first lick, and when it does, she immediately breaks down into fresh tears. On top of my hand and the hairbrush, I'm sure it feels like the belt is killing her. The good news is that once the belt has done its job, her spanking will be over, although I don't think she knows that yet.
Finally, I see Alex reach the point of acceptance as she goes limp on the bed, and I throw the belt down immediately. My sweet angel has accepted her spanking gracefully, and I am so proud of her. I sit down on the bed beside her and rub soothing circles on her back as I lean down to speak gently into her ear. At this point I allow myself to be a little less strict and a little more supportive. My heart can only take so much before I just don't have the strength to be strict with her anymore, and given how hard she is sobbing, there is no need to be stern any longer.
"That's my good girl. You accepted that so well, my angel. You can rest here for as long as you want to, and when you're ready we'll go get your mouthsoaping over with so I can hold you."
Alex turns to look at me with tears streaming down her pretty face.
"P-please, L-L-Livy, c-can't it b-be o-o-over?" she pleads miserably.
Oh, my heart is breaking. I respond to a lot of different names. Alex calls me 'Livy' when she's feeling distressed and sad and vulnerable and needs me to cuddle, comfort, and baby her. I usually only hear that name after spankings, but hearing it always makes my insides melt. Stay strong, Liv. Stay strong.
"It's almost over, baby girl, I promise. Almost. You know I don't tolerate lying, and I love you too much to let you get away with it. As soon as you're ready, we'll get it over with and then your punishment will be over."
Alex slowly pushes herself up from the bed, probably much sooner than she would really like to because she wants to get it over with so that I will hold her, and we walk to the bathroom together. She clings to me to resist the urge to rub her punished bottom. I don't allow Alex to rub her sore bottom or soothe it in any way until twenty four hours after the punishment is over. I'm not an idiot, I know full well that there are probably times that Alex rubs her bottom when she's not supposed to, but unless I catch her in the act I don't make a big deal of it. I will give her arnica first thing after work tomorrow, but I want her to take the next twenty four hours to let the lesson really sink in. Alex starts to cry even harder when she looks at the hard porcelain toilet seat that she knows she is expected to sit on while she is having her mouth washed out with soap. She looks up at me, her baby blue eyes desperate and pleading, begging me not to make her sit.
"I know, baby. Sit down so we can get this over with. I don't like it any more than you do." I am just as anxious as she is to have this whole ordeal behind us.
Alex chokes on a sob as she slowly sits down. She waits and watches me with sad eyes as I prepare the soapy cloth.
"Open. Breathe through your nose." I place my left hand gently on the nape of Alex's neck, as if drawing her toward me.
Alex hesitates for only a split second before she squeezes her eyes closed and obediently opens her mouth. I vigorously scrub the inside of her mouth with the soapy cloth, making certain to scrub all over her tongue, the sides of her mouth, and against her teeth. I'm sure to her it must feel like a lifetime, but in reality I only spend five minutes scrubbing her mouth. Then I take the cloth from her mouth, toss it into the sink, and place the bar of soap in her mouth. I tell her to bite down and she reluctantly obeys me. I leave the bar of soap in her mouth for another five minutes, and during those five minutes I allow her to rest her head against my hip and I hold her hand to support her through it while I give her a short lecture. I'm not quite sure why, but Alex hates getting her mouth washed out with soap almost even more than she hates getting a spanking. At the end of these five minutes, Alex is sobbing as if the world is coming to an end, and I am at the end of my strength.
"Okay, baby, all done." I remove the bar of soap from Alex's mouth and kiss her forehead to signal the end of her punishment, "Rinse, my angel." I step aside to allow Alex access to the sink.
Alex doesn't wait for me to tell her twice, she jumps up and hurries to the sink where she spends several minutes rinsing her mouth with water until finally she accepts that the horrible taste is as diluted as it is going to get. No doubt her dinner tonight will probably taste a little odd, but the water at least helps. Maybe for dinner tonight I will treat Alex to her favorite restaurant. I love to make my sweet baby smile rather than cry.
When Alex is done rinsing her mouth with water, she breaks down into heavy sobbing and waits for me to come to her rescue like I always do. I gently scoop her into my arms and carry her back into the bedroom. I arrange us on the bed so that we are both comfortable, making certain that Alex's sore bottom isn't rubbing against my jeans as I cuddle her on my lap and allow her to cling to me tightly and sob on my shoulder as hard and long as she wants to. It isn't unusual for me to hold Alex for over an hour after a punishment spanking is over. Punishment spankings are long and hard and traumatic for both of us, and we both need the comfort afterwards. While Alex sobs on my shoulder, I cuddle her close and rock her in my arms. I tell her that I am so proud of her for accepting her punishment so well, and I assure her that it is over and that she is all forgiven and that she is still my good girl no matter how she behaves and I still love her just as much as I always have. Alex needs to hear all of these words after a punishment spanking is over. Through her sobbing, Alex apologizes several times for her behavior and swears to me that she will never misbehave again. I know that she will try to keep that promise, though I have no doubt that she will need to be disciplined again at some point. Alex tends to be much harder on herself than I could ever be when she screws up, and I always tell her that she is a human being like everyone else and as such she is going to screw up sometimes, and it's okay to screw up sometimes as long as she learns from the experience. But my Alex really is a good girl and I only find myself having to punish her maybe once or twice every three months or so. I know sometimes it must feel like I'm spanking my baby every day, but then there are weeks and weeks that go by when she doesn't need it. It all depends on her behavior, and not every punishment I give her is a spanking. Sometimes all she needs to straighten up her behavior is an early bedtime or a few days on restriction or a stern talking to, or sometimes just the mouthsoaping without the spanking. I always try to be fair, I don't automatically turn to spanking for every tiny thing.
I cuddle Alex in my arms until finally her sobs start to die down into heavy crying, and gradually her heavy crying dies down to quiet crying, and then to whimpering and sniffling. I never, ever rush Alex off of my lap after a spanking. She stays there for as long as she wants to until her crying is done and she decides that she is ready to get up and be tucked into bed for her usual post-spanking nap. Often, she will fall asleep in my arms, and today is one of those times. Alex eventually falls silent and her body sinks further into mine as she falls asleep in my arms. I continue to hold her for a while longer until I am certain that she is sleeping peacefully, and then I carefully tuck her into bed on her belly under a light sheet. I lean down to kiss her one more time, and then I quietly tiptoe out of the room and go find something to keep myself busy with until she wakes up. When she wakes up, she will come find me and will usually want me to hold her again while she has another good cry in my arms, which I really don't mind. I love holding my sweet angel.