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#food4thought Friendship day

#food4thought (as a  reply to “I love you” on friendship day)

love you back, love you front, love you sideways and beyond! #StrictMotivation 

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#MRI why dont you reveal your punishment?

I was asked by one of My play-partners today a question that will come up time and again.

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“what is it with you Daddys/Doms/Disciplinarians that you never reveal what the punishment will be; why do you make me (us) wait? Don’t you know how antsy we bottoms get? The anxiety is killing us!”

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My answer was simple. “It is a power thing: you bottoms have the power to (learn to) control your behaviors and us D-types are in charge of the consequences for your behavior. As for making you wait and not know – that **is** the point. It is a punishment, aka a deterrent to unwanted behaviors. Therefore your dread and apprehension feelings are just another bonus to the general idea. If you don’t want to face the consequences, don’t deserve them in the first place #StrictMotivation

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#food4thought on loss 180126

if it was yours to have, you will have it back.

if it was not yours to have, there is nothing to mourn.

if you have lost a beloved to death, rejoice over that which you were blessed to have

for it is better to have loved and lost, than not to have loved at all

but either way, do not let your loss define you

let it go and be you.

everything else will fall into place.

#StrictMotivation #wejustgetbetter

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Happy Birthday Spanking Mine

Happy Birthday, to you, Mine
what a joyous wonderful time
a mere few years ago, today
our world got added a story
your story, and what a marvelous story she is

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For as the Rabbis say
on that day
years ago today
when you were born
it was
that God decided
the world is incomplete
without you

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And so it is indeed
who are we, Me or you
to argue
with the Great Maker
The Omnipotent Being
The Highest Principle
The Leading Principal!

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And so to your celebration day
I do not come empty-handed, as they say
because I know you need
and deserve
what is solely reserved today for you
a reminder or two
as to why to renew
your dedication to life
a celebration
of the splendor and glory
of being alive!

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you know, how I tell you, Mine
again and time
that it is an opportunity to grow
even though
you may growl, or even ow
and even though
sometimes
you get that glow
blow by blow
that you receive
it is so you are not deceived
life was a joyride of only ease

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It is simple
but easy it is not
and so that hardship it brings
is not forgot
I brought with Me
My tamer brush
designed just for you
so you would merely be
and do
what you need

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and now you need to receive
blessings galore
you have no idea, right?
what sores
#SpankieMonster has in store
just for you
but you will
though without any mindset of ill
fully receive
a birthday spanking
to be at ease
with whatever life deals
day by day in your coming year
so have no fear
My dear!

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bend over, My girl
and proudly present that seat
so your Sir Meaner can cover it
in red, glowing, heat!
Happy Birthday: Mine
It is your Birthday Spanking Time

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Blessings for the New Year, 2018

Here is a shout-out to Mine.

It has been an honor and a pleasure to help you flourish and get better.

It was not always pleasurable in the moment
(dont we know that is true)
but I am very happy with you all
putting your better foot forward in the new year to come.

Out with the old, in with the new.
And better get better or else…

you know THAT tune!

❤ #StrictMotivation #wejustgetbetter

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A Punishment Report #SMalt

A Punishment Report from one of Mine

(published with permission)

Punishment Report

I didn’t sleep very well last night.  It was hard to get comfortable.  Physically uncomfortable. Emotionally, I was feeling a bit better than I was physically but still raw.  A bit stung.  There is something very humbling about going to bed after a spanking with Sir’s scolding still ringing in my ears.  Sore.   Not hurt.  Sore.

I have a sore bottom still, today, because Sir disciplined me last night for not being diligent about my hydration, my bedtime, and going for a daily walk properly over the last two weeks or so.  My heart is also sore because Sir was right.  I was not being very diligent.  I was giving up too easily on things I can do.  I was not in an attitude of let’s make this work, let’s get this stuff done.  I was not seeing my lacksidaisical performance as an affront to my self worth or Sir’s authority.  I didn’t see my resistance as defiance.  I did not see my quick denial, my detachment, as disrespectful to Sir.  I was wilfully blind. And Sir put a big huge spotlight on all of that last night. 

Sir categorized all the unwanted behaviour.  Self loathing.  Self sabotage.  Lazy.  Half-hearted.  And I have the both the lack of progress that comes with this and the bruises to prove it.  Sir used the word naughty.  Not ‘bad girl’.  Naughty.  Disobedient.  Badly behaved.

It is shameful when Sir takes my inventory more accurately than I do.  I think, nooooooo!  And then I listen to what Sir is actually saying and sulk a little before having to acknowledge that Sir is right.  Sigh. It is so easy to be in denial about basic things.  And that is not honest.  Sir forces me to look more honestly at my behaviour.  If I really want to regain my health, what I have been doing is really not the best I can do.  Not good enough.  We are not even going for perfect.  But not good enough.

Naughty.  Oh, how I hate that word.

Sir talks about having the discipline to do the right thing.  No matter the cost.  No matter whether there is a reward.  No matter if it will pay off later or ever.  There is no cost-benefit analysis to be done in looking at my strains.  Those are ‘have to do’ things.  Tasks and konsequences are ‘should do’.  And if I cannot find the discipline in me to do them, Sir will provide the discipline for me.  And it will suck.  I have to learn to do the hard things, not just when it is convenient or easy or I feel like it.

Deserve.  Oh, how I hate having to acknowledge that I deserve to be disciplined.  To ask Sir to discipline me.  I will stand in the corner (which I also hate) feeling like shit and wanting to be anywhere else than there before admitting to myself and to Sir that I deserve to be punished because I did not live up to what I need to do, what I agreed to do, what Sir told me to do, what is good for me.  It feels like forever.  It feels like I will have to stand there until the agony of being in limbo, with discipline pending, is more difficult to bear than the fear of the discipline itself.  Having to say, “Please Sir, I am ready to accept discipline” or worse, “Please, Sir, punish me for I deserve it” is this awful acknowledgment that I have failed.  I have not been a well-behaved good girl.  I know.  Sir knows.  There is this naked honesty that feels so vulnerable.  It is really hard to get there emotionally.  And I know Sir will wait until I do. It’s a consent thing.  It’s a power-exchange thing, a giving up of control.  And it’s emotionally necessary for the discipline to help me change.  But it really is hard.

I knew it was going to suck even more than usual when Sir started with my heavy leather strap.  It burns deep into my skin.  It adds up, exponentially.  There is this distracting thudding ache that competes, like a counterpoint, for my attention with Sir’s scolding.  I had already been scolded the night before.  For hours.  And still, more scolding.  Painful.  Emotionally painful.   Naughty.  I think Sir said that word about 200 times.  “I will do better.”  I think I said that almost as many times, in affirmation.  I want to whine.  To beg.  To make it stop.  And it won’t.  Sir won’t.  Saying a safeword is only postponing the punishment.  I don’t wanna be spanked is not a safe word thing.  And I will hate myself if I give up like that.   

I was afraid I was going to be defiant.  Resistant.  Sometimes I get into that headspace and I feel trapped.  I just can’t cooperate.  The stakes seem too high – I will lose some part of myself if I surrender to Sir in some way.  And in the past, I have dug in my heels.  And then Sir is patient.  And relentless. And it will get worse.  I know it will get worse.  It’s like knowing you’re about to crash and feeling helpless to prevent it.  You’ve already put the energy in motion and you can’t take it back.  And then it gets a lot worse.  Sir will say get the soap – I can hear it in my head as a threat as I struggle with the paddling.  Or Sir will make a position more stressful – I can already feel that in my limbs when I am whining about being in the corner.  Or I risk disrespect, I say ‘yes’ but not ‘yes, Sir’ and I fear that Sir will send me to the corner with soap in my mouth or a clothespeg on my lip and I can already feel the tantrum rising.  And I really didn’t want to have *any* of that.  I can’t control the punishment.  I can make it worse, however.  #notworthit.  So I try to stay present, be in my body, pay attention, not get caught up in my own thoughts.

I wanted to be more graceful, more cooperative, more listening, more receptive.  I wanted to be a better submissive in accepting discipline.  So I had to listen to Sir more carefully last night to stay there. I can’t let my “no!” and “fuck it!” defiant thoughts get any traction.  So I kept refocusing on what Sir said when I was in the corner – that this is about accepting there will either be self-discipline in doing what I need to do for my growth, my health, or Sir will provide external discipline until neglecting myself is #notworthit.  And so I endured.  I was more cooperative than usual.  And it still sucks.  I am still sore.  But I am not feeling as bad about myself.  Sir said I took it well.  That is high praise for someone who has escalated discipline many times before by her defiance.

But the punishment.  Oh.  Relentless.  And Sir counts to random numbers.  I have to give up my expectation that 10 is when Sir will stop.  Or 20.  Or isn’t there a Czech thing about 25?  So Sir will stop at 25.  Nope.  Not stopping.  There gets to be a point where it is hard to breathe.  When my bottom is burning.  When Sir’s words feel like salt.   I feel scorched by Sir’s truths.  It is a collapse, a giving in, a moment of change.  And then Sir switches implements.  And we do the whole scolding, failure, acknowledgment, affirmation process all over.  For a new topic. 

The punishment feels endless.  How many things did I not do properly?  It is like there is a coda in the music of the discipline and I think I hear the closing chords in Sir’s words; it is almost the end.  But it’s not.  We loop back to something else I had forgotten;  some other lapse I had completely forgot I also fucked up repeatedly.  And then I start to feel crushed, anxious.  How many things am I being disciplined for?  This already burns.  I am going to be sore tomorrow.  It hurts.  I am ashamed.

My pride – my “I’m trying!!” is pierced.  It is not good enough. Even I know that if I am honest.  But Sir is relentless in the scolding, the interrogation, the spanking.  And I think, “I get it!  I’ll do better, really, truly, I promise” but the discipline still goes on and on and on.  I don’t get to decide when I’m done, when I’ve learned, when I have been disciplined enough.  And I know from experience I get to that point where I think I’ve got it and yet that means there is still at least another 30 or 40 percent to go. That’s when it really sucks.  When it is an endurance thing.  And obedience.  Patience.   Regret.

Home.  Bumpy bus ride.  Nothing reminds you about diligence like constantly feeling a sore bottom.  A bottom you don’t want to rub in public.  A sense of shame.  Chastised.  But the enemy doesn’t care about smacked bottoms or hurt pride.  There still comes the thought “it’s almost 1 pm and […] it would be so easy to stop and get something [forbidden] and convenient to pick up a new frying pan at the same time to replace the one that is too old in the finish to be non-stick anymore and probably unsafe…” and then STOP.  My bottom is sore.  My ears are tuned more acutely to what I tell myself.  The words easy, convenient.  The phrase “I can just…”  Those are all getting in trouble words.   Nope.  Naughty.  Ouch.  Sigh.

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should the D enjoy punishing?

I am in My relationships (usually) the Disciplinarian. In any case being a life coach, a motivator I am using deterrents and punishments to stop unwanted behaviors and rewards , praise etc to enforce and encourage wanted behaviors. As such it comes with the territory that transgressions against the rules will find a response in turn, which for the sake of simplicity I will call punishment.

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I am empathic, which means more than just being able to imagine how someone else probably feels but I am also a Sadist, which means that I am able to enjoy someone else’s suffering. So here you have an emotional dilemma: On the one hand I can feel the pain and suffer with them, on the other I can enjoy their pain. My solution is quite simple; I don’t enjoy their needless (senseless) suffering; I only enjoy the suffering that has a good cause, ideally the one I am dishing out. All punishments I administer are consensual in nature or CNC based, depending on what them and Me had negotiated. I believe that only those who can freely say no, can actually say yes at all.

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So, My goal is to help people get better. I am NOT setting them up to fail, but actually to succeed. I give them rules and guidelines and keep pushing them to realize their (our) goals. If they leave the designed path or stray, they know there will be a consequence of punishment, which will be not to be enjoyed. It may help them to know that I am able to “enjoy” dishing it out, but they will know with no uncertainty, that I am displeased in their lack of investment. They will not have much time to enjoy “pleasing Me” by giving Me an “opportunity to punish.”

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Those under my wings get, what I refer to as maintenance punishments, which is a dose of discipline, just a taste of the punishment they would have coming if they did break rules. That maintenance, that preemptive strike, helps to get the itch out so they don’t need to act out in order to get the mixed feelings of some excitement mixed in to fear etc, that only punishment can actually provide. So that isn’t an issue either.

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you know that saying, *’this hurts Me more, than it hurts you’* which refers to the fact,  that a breakdown of the rules isn’t that enjoyable, or that the one taking care of someone else actually does feel quite hurt by having to seriously punish – and hurt – those in their care.

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I personally (thanks to My Sadist side) don’t have that much difficulty with that, plus: I use it actually for their own good within limits and I am always making sure, that I am not acting out of the wrong motivations. Because the punishments I give are, a service to them, more, than they are there for My pleasure (that includes, getting even, vengeance, anger etc – all feelings that must NOT play any role at all) So while yes, I am capable to very deeply enjoy that which I am dishing out, I do not do it to scratch My itches, and I do it with a clearly defined purpose, dare I say ethically.

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I know that those who are under My wings may feel a sort of extra motivation to endure My, – often described as harsh – punishments; partially in the light of “I am doing it as a testament of my will to submit; for Sir” etc, but I don’t see any troubles with that, because it is neither about what I (or they) may enjoy, nor about the punishment itself; it is about the result of helping them become the best, they can be.

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#StrictMotivation #wejustgetbetter

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