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Poetry and Prose themed D/s, BDSM, and Strict Motivation, by yours sincerely, Sir MEaner

#go2bed 180710 Dragon Daddy

Once upon a time in a land far, far away

A little turtle girl dared past her bedtime awake to stay

As she wiggled and she giggled she did notice not

How her Daddy, the Dragon, was amused not!

And before she knew it, her giggles and teehees

Ended in her dangling, over Daddy’s knees

And with His heavy tail and quite a heavy heart

The Dragon Daddy spanked, His naughty girl quite hard

Now the little turtle was nothing but all promise

While the skillful spanks sure their aim just wouldn’t miss!

And the little turtle who past bedtime had been naught

With Strict Motivation, a lesson has been taught

Finally, as she softly wept, wishing she had nicely slept

with buttocks glowing already all red,

she was nothing but all ready to #go2bed

#StrictMotivation Alternative Life Training #SMalt





#food4thought mission contra omission

just because you did not (yet) talk about it,
does not mean Daddy does not know about it.

but keeping things from Me,

just not telling Me

adds on to your coming misery.

for when I stay awake, late into the night,
I will observe My sacred plight,
and even dare taking delight,
to be teaching Mine, with all My might,
onto the sit-spot as onto their thighs,
deceptions, omissions all are just lies,
and you will wish then, not wronged but done right!

#poeticjustice #food4thought #Love #SpankieMonster
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#ps: My, your Protector’s, Creed


don’t worry,
yes I know
you do feel sorry
you are now contrite
not daring to look up?
not left, nor right

I know how you feel inside
I know you feel so horribly hurt
so alone
so lost in this world

you wanted to do
what felt good
you had intentions
and now you are facing
and your eyes wet with tears

have no fear
yes I will hurt you
that is part of the deal
I will cleanse you
elevate you
from the guilt, you’d feel

I will help you always.
Not necessarily the way you want Me to
but the way you definitely need Me to

I will stand by you
like a rock,
be there through your shocks
calm, yet outspoken

I will be the Lord,
the Knight,
The Star to bring you light
in the darkest night

I will stand you by
I will allow you, to cry
come: shed those salty gems
I will hold you
we are more than just friends
I am holding out over you
My Protector’s Hand

that very Hand
that now you fear
that very Hand
that will in the end
tear into your rear
and fortify the tears

I will hear you out
allow you letting go
but if you think
I let you mess up
– surprise –
I firmly will say

because I care about you
because I know you have many skills
because I know how you
are prone to fall
victim to those ills
that lacerate your soul
you need to let go
your precious “… but I am in control”
because: no
you are not
and your tune soon gets old

therefore you will do
as you are told

I will whip you into shape
shake you to the core
bring structure while you are awake
and make sure you are in bed
and get the sleep
you need

let’s be real
yes, you can heal
you can fly
you can achieve
step by step
directed by Me
with My Strict Motivation
and your committed devotion
become the best
you were designed to be
because I hold the key
you just follow My Lead

for this is My, your Protector’s, Creed

(c) 2016


Educational: Disciplinary Maintenance

come here My lil one, I beckon you to the bed, where I am seated and where you are going to bend over My lap. yes, Daddy knows that you are dreading this talk we will be having, as you very well should!
you have been a good girl and that is a blessing, it is exactly what I want you to be. But we both know that the enemy is lurking around the corner, preying on those weak of heart or mind, ready to be lead astray to temptations, and temptations there are so many. 
you will resist the temptations though My lil one. you will keep to your #go2bed without fail. you will not bargain with yourself how you need 5 more minutes because if you did not get something done before bedtime it will wait till the next day. you will take proper and good care of My lil girl, which includes nutrition, physical exercise, hydration, hygiene, and healthcare. You will stick to your budget, you will not cuss and fuss and you will obey the rules Daddy has set in place for you.
And so you remember to do as you are instructed, taught and told I will give you a little taste of Daddy’s Discipline so you are Strictly Motivated to have all the self-discipline to not walk off the straight and narrow into the enemy’s abyss. And know, that this is going to hurt you, and it is supposed to.
But it is only a tiny portion of the pain and anguish you would have coming if you actually chose to disobey My rules and defy Me! 

Happy Birthday, My chelle


Can you say it, can you tell
it’s the birthday of My chelle
what could I give My kitty girl
that will make her embrace the world?


I won’t give her diamond rings
Nor coats of fur to cover skin
I will instead gift her spankings
that burn and hurt and scorch and sting!


Bend right over, kitty Mine
It is now that very time
No, you have not done a crime
And yet there’s spanking on My mind


Present your butt and stick it out
yes, you may sport that pretty pout
and as the spanks land, you will shout:
thank You, Sir – after your cute “ow”s!


I will take in My strong hand
the paddle, for Me it to command
make sure with force that it will land
and paint red marks on your bared end


you wont receive just twentyfive
you’re longer than that now alive
it is with joy and every pride
that your Daddy Sir will tan that hide


for every year that you have lived
a hard smack to your butt I will give
and after we have sung that song
a final one, to grow upon!


happy Birthday, My kitty chelle
Love, your Daddy Strict



The Study: in trouble with Daddy

Now, first of all, My lil one, let’s go to My study, I have a surprise there for you…. why are you standing frozen? No, My lil one, Daddy said let’s go and so we will do just that.


as we enter the study you can see, the bus driver sitting nervously opposite Daddy’s massive and dark wooden desk, on a sturdy wooden chair, reserved for those Daddy will be interrogating. you pale, when you notice the strap, and a handful wooden exotic paddles are on the table, in plain view, as well as that finger thick yet flexible 2 to 3 ft long switch from either elder or willow tree. 


But Daddy has your arm clenched in His, and leads you quite reassuringly. I beckon you to sit down in Daddy’s leather office chair, a privilege you rarely get, and you look at Me like a car with big round headlights. I stand behind the chair, thus literally having your back. 


“Young man”, I address the bus driver. “Is this, certainly and beyond any doubt, the young lady in question, that you stay stalled your ride back home from Walmart dilly-dallying at the cashout?”. He nods his head firmly, and says “yes sir”. – “Are you 100% sure?” I inquire with an inquisitive tone, and lay My hand reassuringly on your shoulder, seeing you started trembling in the chair, shrinking an inch per second. “yes, sir, positively, that is the culprit”. I nod My head at him invitingly, and ask him to repeat the threat he had spoken to you at the store, and so he repeats, how next time he would leave you behind to teach you a lesson.


I nod My head as sunken into thought, and then ask him, if he understands, how probably in My household transgressions are handled while waving My hand pointing at the 7 implements laid out on plain view. He gulps and then sais, he understands and that he believes that it is a very fair and square method to teach the errant ones the wrong of their ways, making sure best behavior in the future could be achieved, even for the pig-headed ones. I agree with him and walk around the desk to friendly shake his hand. It is great meeting people who are on the same wavelength. I fatherly use My left hand covering, and friendly slapping his hand shaking Mine, to seal the deal. 


Still shaking the hand, we now both smile, I enquire if he would also agree, how some choice embarrassment like a spanking with witnesses – or even better yet: with those exact people who were affected by the culprit’s misbehavior witnessing their very penance – would be even more effective, to make sure such bad behavior stops, once and for all? he vividly agrees, starting to get quite excited. I notice that My lil one now almost vanished in the chair shrinking and wriggling against Daddy’s office chair, yet pale like a wall. 


I take a deep breath, while patting the guy on his shoulder, still firmly shaking his hand, as to sealing the contracts, verbally, from Man to man! “And would you not also agree, young man, that the most effective choice of punishment, that would make 110% certain such bad behavior be put in the past, would be to use all of the 7 magnificent – and yes, cruel – implements on the desk, over the culprit’s bared behind and thighs, as to ensure there is neither any form of protection from the well-deserved thrashing, nor from the embarrassment created from such a memorable, necessary chastisement?” Oh and how he agrees. How he has that smirk of glee on his face. My lil girl is biting her lips, shaking her had slow-mo no, trembling like an aspen in the wind. Tears roll down her cheeks, while his face is lit like a Christmas tree.


I walk around the desk and turn the brass made key, with embroided cross design, on the heavy bottom door, unlocking the cabinet behind it. From the heavy, yet well oiled opened door’s inside hooks I take a pair of leather foot- and handcuff style leather shackles. I present them to both My poor lil girl shaking and the delighted bus driver. I have one last question to discuss, and yet again, he vividly agrees, that yes, a culprit who would be subjected to such well deserved punishment should be strapped down with hand and foot shackles to a spanking bench, their legs spread, as to allow the Punisher to deliver each and every strike with precision and without unwanted injuries from feet or hands jerked into the way of the implements. He gleefully agrees this would be only for the culprit’s protection, not so much for their discomfort and that the culprit should, therefore, be thankful, the Disciplinarian uses such kind foresight.


I am so relieved, he is so reasonable, and indeed so am I! I am asking now My lil one to please walk to the spanking bench and so she does, but with a very heavy heart and quite leaded feet. The bus driver is beckoned with my head to join us as well. He follows with quite some enthusiasm. 


I ask him, would he mind putting on the foot shackles tightly around his ankles and his wrists, so that he can feel how that actually feels to a culprit. he is hesitant at first but soon understands how this demonstration is a wonderful added dimension to the penance he is about to witness, and so he follows through. I check that the cuffs are neither too tight, as not to hinder circulation, yet tight enough as to prevent wriggling out or injury from wiggling around too much. I am, after all, caring like that. 


Would he, please also be as kind as to lay over the bench, so that i could secure him to the bench in the positions culprits should be, I ask friendly, and again he hesitates first but understanding and seeing how this demonstration makes my girl almost faint, he agrees to do just that, and so I can attach the shackles to the rustic, massive wooden and cast iron made spanking furniture that is fixed with sturdy screws to the floor.


“That is quite a predicament, isn’t it?” I ask the young man and he vividly nods his head, because yes, indeed, it is! “Well, there is one last added dimension to how I punish those who have transgressed in bad ways, and that is to place this living room mirror-topped table close to the bench, near the culprit’s head, so a culprit can see their own faces of disgust and anguish during the deserved discipline or correction – and by placing the implements on the table, they can also see, what they have still to look forward to!


The young man’S enthusiasm is now boundless. He shakes his head in delight and agrees, that that indeed makes for a perfect punishment. I ask my lil one to go and get all the implements and lay them on the table so that the most feared ones are the closest to the culprit. She does as she is told, and I can see that her hands are sweating, for the implements show traces of it on where she held them. 


“Can you tell my lil one knows all too well how each and every one of these implements of discipline hurt, judged how well she laid them out?” yes, indeed, he does agree. I beckon My lil girl to please go and sit down on the chair, where the gentleman had sat.  She follows My order even if confused. “You will have a great view from there, but be out of the way, when Daddy swings hard,” I explain as she does like she was told. The young man is still gleefully chuckling before the words start sinking into his brain. Before he fully grasps the situation, he can feel My hands fumbling his belt buckle, ungently opening it and his pants and yanking them down to his knee-pits along with his underwear.


“Wait a minute, sir, what do you think You are doing here?” he wails, in a mixture of disgust, fear, and disdain. My voice is self-assured and calm. “What does it look like, young man?” I ask rhetorically and continue pointing out the obvious. “You are going to get punished in exactly the way, you agreed would be the best, so that we can make sure your despicable and wrong behavior will change, here and now and once and for all. You had agreed, that the best way, is to be spanked, actually thrashed, with the laid out implements, while secured to a bench, in an embarrassing position, bared of clothes and the victim of your wrongdoing baring witness to your ordeal that you brought upon yourself, so you may reach the penance necessary, as so your behavioral change would come to pass. I had asked you to put on the cuffs and assume the position, which you have done, thus consenting to Me disciplining your ill behavior and correcting your wrongs.” He stutters now, protesting, how the young lady was the one who was to blame.


“No, young man, actually, you are the culprit here. The young lady was simply at the store, and she bought her items. her cart was being difficult and an elderly person before her at the check-out needed longer than anticipated. being the good girl she is, she had improvised to correct the misfunctioning cart and was friendly enough to not push the older person, and reassuring her, to take whatever time she needs, as not to worsen the spirit of the – evidently overwhelmed – older – customer. My girl thus, was an exemplary citizen, showing the grace and the empathy, I would expect from her and have been teaching her. She was foresightful and diligent. – You, on the other hand, young man, have the audacity to waltz into the store and yell at My girl, without asking the facts: making said elderly person feel worse about their overwhelm, making the check-out clerk uncomfortable and scaring My good lil girl, with threats of abandoning her in the store! 


How dare you, to threaten her like that? And what is more, how dare you threatening any of your customers to refuse them service or worse yet leave them abandoned in a store when you were the designated entrusted transporter?! That shows how immoral and rotten you are and what ill work ethics you have. But fear not, young man, long before I am halfway done with your punishment, you will be the sorriest boy in town, and the bruises from today’s thrashing will prevent you from comfy sitting for a whole week, giving you time to think about better ways doing your job going forward. And now brace yourself, young man, this Purpleheart paddle has quite the bite!…”

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Well, time for our little talk …


Well, it is THAT time again
time for our little talk
and even though there may be some pain
forgo it we cannot

come here My little one
don’t delay,
I know: “this is no fun”
but we do not have the whole day!

you guess that right, that Mr. Spoon
and His friend the brat T tamer
are going to teach lessons soon
to Daddy’s lil complainer!

you get to listen to the unfailing
to the wisdom unwavering
through Daddy Strict’s firm hand
about why you need a punishment

even when you think “not fairrrrr!”
big puppy eyes filled with despair
while the corner welcomes you
to hear the scolding in there too

your Daddy loves and truly cares
not just for today and tomorrow,
He wants you safe from evil fares
and traps of sordid sorrow!

Daddy’s love is for the longest time
thus your bases need to be covered
and you kept safe from sin and crime
’cause the enemy is a coward!

he lurks around the edges
he preys on doubt and dark
he strives on poisoned wedges
false promise of sweetest sparks

he promises ease without hardship
he promises momentary bliss
short-lived are rewards on his ship
while trapping you in his abyss

Daddy sees around the corners
on streets, you can’t even foresee
knowing that early on warnings
protect His from the enemy

that means, My little one, this very truth
that even if it sounds unfair to you,
you find yourself dangling over His knee,
receiving the Discipline, much needed indeed

Daddy StrictMotivation


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