Being a Daddy can be a lot of work…
Just look at this picture above. But how do you paddle a bottom this red and this sore and abrased in a city, when your neighbors are literally only feet from your Spanking Chair on the other side of the wall that separates your apartments?
When you live in a city, the biggest problem for Daddys and their adultboys is to have a place to soundly Spank. It’s rarely convenient—usually at least one of your neighbors is home when a Spanking is needed. But for whatever reason the neighbors in the flat next door hadn’t moved yet and the neighbors above didn’t come home from work by 5 p.m. So Daddy had the time to speak loudly during the Spanking, administer a really sound paddling, and then follow up with discussion later at full volume, rather than trying to keep our voices down.
Usually for the last 3 years, we were stuck suffering under the Frankenstein monster tiny woman neighbor above who is maybe, on a good day, 95 pounds. She’d stomp around and stomp around, and then give me the worst looks when me and my Daddy would sit on the steps upstairs watching the world go by after I’d get a paddling. We’d talk, just Daddy and me, and sometimes talk about why I got a Spankin or talk about what on earth those people who walked by were wearing. But either way, she’d interrupt our Daddy/boy time reconnecting after a particularly sore-bottomed outing in the apartment.
|The Hairbrush & The Underpants Lines Youch!|
Her boyfriend says nothing and is friendly as pie. But she is so bitter, and heavy.
But this was Labor Day last year, and Labor Day meant that miss little rich girl would always go on expensive vacay paid for by her fiance or her Dad. So, I was in my flat alone, waiting for Daddy to come home. Daddy got the keys to my place about 3 months prior. But I guess you know you have a great, great Daddy when you keep getting texts asking if I’m home yet. In spite of the fact that I want him to just walk in the door, it’s great that he decides to only enter judiciously, not like he is The King here.
Mind you, he is The King here, but in the end, we’re both grown men, so, we have to be careful about stomping on emotions that run much deeper than my desire for a Domestic Discipline relationship.
The most complicated part was for Daddy to deliver a sound Spanking when my phone was going off with texts and rings and dings and whistles alerting me to texts, emails, and updates mostly from friends who wanted to go out on a Friday night before Labor Day weekend. It was so annoying for him that before he applied Aftercare to my red, sore bottom, he told me to check my phone to make sure no one was about to knock on the damned door!
Anyways, lastly, the coolest thing ever happened. There were no significant interruptions. At least not by locals folks seeing if I was home for a sip ‘n’ chat after work. Instead, Daddy pulled up my little underpants, snapped my elastic waistband, and told me to go get into shorts that we could go to the supermarket in. I pulled on some adult shorts and my Batman belt wasn’t fitting (yay! I’ve lost a little weight in the middle!). And, so Daddy took the time to fix my belt, so it was snug.
5 Steps to Take for Domestic Discipline Success
(For those who do not live together)
- Step 1: Learn to get over your fear of making the neighbors uncomfortable. (Funny, but our neighbors mostly do not make a big stink about things much any more).
- Step 2: When you Spank adult boys, expect that there will be noise from the paddle or hand cracking across your boy’s big bottom. If you are concerned about sound, try wire hangers, canes, or other whippy Spanking Sticks rather than paddles, belts, and such.
- Step 3: Expect that your voice may carry when you lecture your boys.
- Step 4: Deliver a sound Spanking, no matter the interruption.
- Step 5: Apply Aftercare, if you paddle so hard, you need to keep your boy’s bottom in good shape. 😉
A little story: when I was about 25, a friend I was visiting said, “Oh my gawd, the neighbors, those two guys, well, I heard a hard slap when I was out in the hallway fumbling for my keys to my apartment. Then out of nowhere I hear one of them yelp, and I heard the one who hit him say, ‘Put that down. I told you not to pick up things you could break.'”
Looking back now, it wasn’t abuse. It was Domestic Discipline for a couple in the city. My buddy just didn’t know, and heck, I didn’t know, that adults did this with one another in healthy relationships.
|Daddy Getting Frustrated That the Damned Batman Belt is Hard to get on Correctly.|
|Daddy Helping me get Ready for the Supermarket|
At any rate I’m feeling really lucky, as many of you know because Daddy and I are finding ways to make Domestic Discipline work even though we do not live together.
Happy Labor Day, Daddys and boys. A truly Domestic Discipline relationship can be had for the asking. the hard part is the asking….ask for what you really want.
Then take slow and steady baby steps to achieve your version of what you think your dream DD relationship might look like.
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