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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


#StrictMotivation Alternative Life Training #SMalt


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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!



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


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!


I also hear the Elves, they whisper…

Naughty children meet with Mister

Mister Wooden, Spoon or Brush…

better be patient and do not rush!


FAQ. the study #SMalt


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


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.



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. 


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.



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.


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.




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.


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.


When you look like a sleepyhead it sure is time to #go2bed.

Keep the rules to the letter: #stepbystep #wejustgetbetter #StrictMotivation #success  #weightloss #discipline #healthyliving #gemstonehealing


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…


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Pomp And Circumstance / Part 1.03

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

previous chapters: 1.01 ~ 1.02

Tony smiled at her friendly, while he took a look at his watch. “Time of truth!” he said, friendly and took the thermometer out her mouth. Janette looked at him in total anticipation. “Wow!” Tony said, faking shock. “You got a high fever!” he added. “Glad I had called in sick in my office, i will have to take good care of my sweet little baby-girl, won’t I?” he added and his voice was soft and tender. Her face lit up. “Thank you, Daddy…” it was barely a whisper.

Tony sat down on her bed once more and again touched her front and her neck with the back of his hands. “Strange…” he said, like absent minded. Janette looked at him befuddled. Her eyes were widening like those of Bambi, and she grew worried. His silence was always so intimidating. But how could he have known, he couldn’t – he could simply not. Her plan was fool proof after all! “Daddy?” she asked, totally frightened. He looked her straight in the eyes, and she bashed them down. She could not stand these drilling looks. “Baby, your neck and front are almost the same warmth as always… yet the thermometer … shows such a high temperature…” he said, and still sounded like lost in thoughts. She did not reply. She contemplated to blame the thermometer but thought it maybe was no good idea. Tony would maybe insist to take her to the E.R. and that was the last that she had wanted.

Tony sighed and got up, shaking the thermometer down. He vanished from the bed-room and came back shortly with the pot of vaseline. “Do you think that it is a good idea, Daddy?” Janette asked him, trying to avoid the inevitable. “Maybe the thermometer is broken and all?” she added still hoping for the best. But Tony did not give in, into her sweet pout, not even her pleading eyes. “Baby-girl, there is only one way to find it out, right?” he said with a stern, yet still friendly voice. She could not even fathom how he was boiling inside. The insolence to try to fool him like that, to not just admit she had tried to play truant and was caught. No, she had to blame the thermometer! And yet he wore a mask, a poker face, smiling at her, invitingly, as to encourage her. His authority, though being tested once more, was not in question. With a heavy sigh, his girl lay down on her tummy, slowly dropping the bottoms of her cute pink jammies…


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Pomp And Circumstance / Part 1.02

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

previous chapters: 1.01

“Of course not!” Janette said, and her eyes threw bolts of lightning at him. She was pouting now even more, and her eyes started to water up. Tony felt so bad. “I am sorry, baby…” he said and sat down on the edge of the bed. placing his hand on her front, she felt warmer than anticipated indeed. But maybe that was because of the crisp temperatures outside, he thought and so he kissed his baby-girl on her cheek and sighed. “We better double check your temperature then. If you have a cold your place indeed is in bed all day, my little baby-girl…” he added and his voice was beautifully smooth. She blushed, as always, when he was so kind and caring with her.

Tony got up and left the bedroom, returning with the thermometer. To her relief, he only held the thermometer not the tube of vaseline in his hands. She obediently opened her mouth, he needed not to ask even. He smiled at her, patted her hair. “Baby-girl, I left the car open, engine running and all. You keep the thing under your tongue, while i go and lock the car up, and when i return we will know for sure. Right?”

She nodded her head yes, slowly enough so the thermometer would stay put. He smiled at her and then left to do as he had said. Tony felt so bad, that he had accused his girl of anything bad. She was such a good girl actually, and he loved her to bits and pieces. After locking the car up, he took his coat off and called in his office, to let them know he would come in a bit later. “Looks like my wife is sick, I have to take care of her first” he ended the phone call. He took his shoes off and went to wash his hands upstairs. When he passed the bedroom he froze. He could not believe his eyes… His girl was sitting on the bed, shaking the thermometer with its end facing down. Tony went a few steps backward and made sure he made some noise, so his girl would be forewarned. He skipped using the bathroom and went into Janette’s bedroom only to find her with the thermometer in her mouth, looking all innocent at him, wearing her sweet little pout…


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