D is for Discipline
I'm sure that surprises nobody, but I'm not talking discipline as is seen in so many modern novels. To me, discipline is more than just a hand across someone's rear end. That is just one form discipline might take. I'm talking about a discipline relationship wherein two people agree on certain principles, created not from some 'rule book' but because those rules help. Arbitrary rules are autocratic and to me, are proof a couple or the HoH in a discipline relationship doesn't know what they/he are doing.
For, to me, discipline is all about love and caring and wanting one's partner to be the best they can be. It isn't about how many times the HoH can turn the TiH over his/her knee. It isn't about enforced punishment. A DD relationship should be based on mutual goals. The HoH's agreement in taking the reins is to help their TiH become the best person they can be...NOT the person the HoH wants them to be, necessarily, but the best their TiH can be. And the TiH isn't out to get spanked. That is bratdom, a whole other aspect. No, the TiH usually needs discipline for other reasons - like they've gotten themself all keyed up and need something to calm them down to think properly.
To me, this is where discipline truly can change lives. Of course, this is my definition, It doesn't mean you have to agree with me. :)
In this excerpt, Celie from Courted by Experience asks Marcus to show her what a spanking is all about. And finds the release it can bring.
“I need…I want…” She groaned and shook her head, knowing she wasn’t getting this right. “I love you and your daughter. So much. Marcus, we may have gone too far to turn back, but before our fifth stage hits us, I need to know what a spanking would feel like. A real one.” She peeked up, glad to see warmth rather than amusement in his eyes.
“Of course,” he said, squeezing her hand. “That makes sense to me. Come.”
“Now?” she squeaked in surprise as he pulled her off the sofa and into a small room she had assumed was a closet. It might have been at one point. But now it looked like a small study with a desk, two chairs, a bookcase, and several reading lamps. He closed the door behind them and walked her over to a chair seated in a corner that was leather and cushioned.
"I think it's smart for you to want to know what this feels like. An actual disciplinary spanking will be different," he explained as he directed her over to his right side and guided her over his lap. "For then, you will carry guilt, anger, and a whole load of emotions that the spanking will help you get rid of. I’m not what I would call a heavy hitter. I believe in discipline, but I also don’t believe you have to feel it the next day for it to work.” After a pause, he went on. “I never had the inclination to spank hard, but living with a wife who had major heart problems proved to me that discipline is mostly mental. And light spanking, done over a long period of time can actually have a very positive effect. You never have to worry about me harming you. Now, Celie, do you promise to allow me to know when you are done?"
Oh, dear lord. What had she gotten herself into? “Uh, yes.” Grasping the leg of the chair, she felt silly, lying over his lap. His legs were tall enough her toes barely touched the carpet and if she had her hands down, they would barely brush the floor as well. It was a precarious position to be in. Gulping as she remembered her father doing the same thing, she waited.
The first fall of his hand actually wasn’t bad. From everything she had read, she expected a flash of heat or at least pain, but it felt like nothing more than a sharp tap. Another tap came. And another. With each one, his hand fell a little harder and to her surprise, his light taps built up a strange heat that kind of surprised her so when his hand came down hard, she now understood what all those articles mentioned.
“Ow!” she cried out as his hand came down again. This hurt. It really hurt. His hand thudded down on her backside over and over, the heat now throbbing along her buttocks and up and down her thighs. Each blow rocked her body forward, but with his one hand holding her lower back steady, she was pretty much kept in place.
Her tears started at some point, though she had no idea when. Thoughts of her mother, her father, her grandparents went through her head, as did images of her new friends. Something from her childhood seemed to break free, a memory she had never consciously remembered. Of her father and mother discussing spanking.
“I don’t want you to spank her, Reg.”
“Honey, it’s for her own good. And Celie understands that.”
“I don’t care! I hate it. Please, Reg. Please, don’t do it.”
Realizing her father had never spanked her after that was a surprise and Celia started to sob. Because looking back, that was the moment her parents began to be more distant with one another. It was a year or so before he was killed, and they had even taken different rooms. Her mother’s fear of spanking and of discipline in general seemed to have doomed their marriage.
Crying against Marcus’s pants’ leg, it took a few minutes before she realized he was no longer spanking her. Instead, his hands were lightly rubbing her lower back. As her cries turned to weeping, which in turn turned to sniffling, he lifted her up and onto his lap, cradling her close.
Hyacinth, Washington is all about traditional values. In Hyacinth; its residents live their lives by discipline; there is a strong male head of house; and words like trust, honor, and kindness aren't just buzzwords. Each story in the series is of a young woman (18-20) and her struggle to figure out who she is in this little town while at the same time going through Hyacinth's old-fashioned courting system. On their way to meet, get to know, and finally marry their princes, these heroines grow in ways they and their town never expected.
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