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a little Daddy Christmas poem

Daddy, Daddy, the lil’ one asks
like their life depends just on that task

Daddy, Daddy, answer me

what will i find, under the tree?

Will Santa bring me: awesome toys

a dolly truck, that makes some noise?

Will I get stuffies or that doll

and candy chocolates galore?

will there be a little house

and a neat new pink-purple blouse?

Daddy, Daddy: I confess

I also need a mermaid dress!

and my coat looks all too worn

and please, I need a unicorn!

and then adds with whiny tone

Daddy, I wanna new phone!

Daddy listens, Daddy smiles

He has not heard that in a while

But when the tone gets all too shrill

Daddy cools down that too much thrill!

Come here, My lil one, listen please

Daddy speaks to the little tease

So many wishes, you have told

Are you sure, that you’re not spoiled?

No! no pouting – little one…

I know you just want to have fun

you did not mean it, getting wild

acting like an – ungrateful – child!

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I know, My lil one, you have big eyes

and as not to spoil the surprise

while there is no guarantee

what Santa packs under the tree

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I heard the angels as they say

Father Christmas has His ways

I heard the elders, who are wise

Yet only for children, who are nice!

Being nice, not tantrum dance

waiting, showing some patience

even though, it’s quite some wait

showing still some self restraint!

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I also hear the Elves, they whisper…

Naughty children meet with Mister

Mister Wooden, Spoon or Brush…

better be patient and do not rush!

 

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FAQ. the study #SMalt

Q:

Can I come and visit that study of yours? It sounds like an amazing (even if scary) place

A:

No and yes. how so? No, you cannot be invited into the study in real life, because that described study is a virtual place, not a real room in a real house. It is a virtual room in a virtual house, in My House of #StrictMotivation Alternative Life Training (SMalt). And thus, Yes, you can be invited into the study, described in some of My writings, in the effect, that it will have on you.

 

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You can be welcomed into My disciplinary practice, virtually, online, from the convenience and privacy of your home and receive the scoldings and lectures, as well as other forms of discipline in that very spirit. Be them through Live Directed Discipline aka interaction over skype, kik, snapchat. messenger etc or through Static Directed Discipline in the form of emailed instructions. 

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you can experience and explore those unique feelings that come with real(istic) punishment scenarios, having to report about your achievements and challenges or confess the shortcomings; endure the interrogations and being held to a standard and accountable.

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you may get send to the corner, experience stress positions and the stress of having your motives and motivations questioned, your inventory taken. you can feel the humbling experience of being questioned by an experienced disciplinarian who can see through your excuses and see you through your trepidations at life. Someone willing not only to take matters in His hands, but also to take you in hand as needed.

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Someone who is very versed in providing this service, and who can translate those very feelings conveyed through faced and followed through disciplinary actions in “real time” or “real life” in long distance / remote settings, through means of online, virtual, “cyberspace” communication. Someone who knows what it feels like to be “for real” on either side of the stick and can use implements at hand to create that desired realistic experience.

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Someone who supplements the discipline and structure necessary for your success at life, if and when you are struggling to implement it from within with consistency and integrity.

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Someone, who puts your long term best interest above their or your own convenience and pushes you, to become and be the best you, you can be.

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Don’t “but daddy” Daddy or Daddy will redden your butt to get you ready already. #StrictMotivation #wejustgetbetter #discipline #success #weightloss #healthyliving

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Daddy’s Discipline: like a summer storm

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As much, as it hurts to get Daddy’s Discipline it also soothes and resets and can be quite healing. I may compare it to a summer thunderstorm: yes it is loud, and harsh at times, it has a certain violence to it, but at the end the air is cleared, and the ground has been fertilized (or watered anyway). Thus, Daddy’s Discipline becomes not just a renewer but also a catalyst for excelling to the higher standard after its reception.
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PS: Pomp & Circumstance 1.06

Pomp And Circumstance / Part 1.06

{copyright 2009, revisited: 2017 (c)StrictMotivation@yahoo.com}

previous chapters: 1.01 ~ 1.02 ~ 1.03 ~ 1.04 ~ 1.05

“OK, baby-girl!” Tony tore her out of her almost dreamy state. His voice was so firm, almost stern. Her heart sank even lower. Maybe he did call her bluff somehow? It was impossible of course because her plan was so good, but who knows. It would not be the first time he would surprise her, how he could read her like a book. She shivered, all startled. If he did know, this could end up ugly for her. He was so tender and caring, but he could also be strict, almost to the point of being mean. But to her delight, his voice softened up. “Baby-girl? are you cold? Looks like you just shivered, maybe you are really sick. Oh, my poor little baby. Let Daddy tuck you in, OK?”

His voice had that tone, that tone that could melt icebergs. This incredible sweetness, utmost care and total worry for her well-being. Under different circumstances, Janette would have giggled and beamed and been all happy, but now she felt the heavy burden of guilt, knowing she is leading him on. She sighed and shed a tear, feeling like her heart was breaking, feeling cramped in her tummy. Maybe it was the suppository working, but more likely it was her shame and guilt, even more. She felt his hand, this huge big hand she loved and feared at the same time, softly patting her shoulders, while his other hand moved her jammie bottoms back in place, tenderly. He pulled the pillows from under her tummy, with so much care, as if he would handle the most fragile precious china. She felt the blankets being tucked around her, all the while his other hand kept caressing her tight neck and shoulder. “Oh, baby-girl, you poor little thing! Are you crying? What is it? are you hurting?”

She sniffled, overwhelmed by the cramps in her tummy, of realizing how much he cared for her, and how she is causing him pain beyond belief, with her little charade. “It is my tummy!” she sighed, confessing half of the truth, but keeping the rest to herself, unable to face the consequences of her deceit. Now she was trapped, in her own web of lies, and could not move, neither back nor forth. On the other hand, maybe she would get away with it? Maybe he was wrapped around her finger after all! And maybe after the suppository had worked, Tony would take the day off?

She could spend the whole day in bed! Nap at will, and do fun girlie stuff. He would serve her lunch in bed, and spoon-feed her like he always did when she was sick. And maybe she could be doing some coloring for him? And they would talk and have an awesome day, of bonding and fun, and all the little things, baby-girls love to do, with cuddles and who knows what else? How awesome was that – it for sure was worth this little white lie of hers, and it sure was no big deal. If just the pain in her tummy would be as easily convinced…

“Listen, my little baby. Daddy needs to make a few phone calls, and you are obviously in some bad distress. All the crying and the sickness, must have made you all sleepy, haven’t they? So, be a good little girl, and take a nap, while Daddy will take care of the rest. I will check up on you shortly…” he said, and the voice was still firm, but so loving at the same time. “Pwomize?” the girl said with a lisp. She felt his lips on her forehead, her eyes, kissing them shut. “Big Daddy promise with a cherry on top!” he whispered before he left the room…

(tbc)

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