Femdomarch’s Note: This is a factual account of a loving female-led domestic discipline marriage that includes lots of F/m spankings. This is not fantasy.
I met Merry the first time and a couple times thereafter, at dungeon parties advertised on Fetlife.
We knew that She is a sadistic top, one who enjoys giving pain, usually via spanking to another that enjoys it, and I am a masochistic bottom.
Our first date was at a dungeon party, getting together specifically for that kind of pleasure: Her, spanking me.
A pic of results after that first encounter:
We became an item.
Within two weeks, we had signed a Dom/sub agreement with an easy-out clause; a week later, converted it into a Mistress/slave agreement, with no way out other than breach of contract; and after we were married, switched to an FLR-DD agreement. This was the period from June 2013, to August 2014.
During our first four months, before we got married and moved into a house together, we lived 50 miles apart. On my three days off, I either went to visit her, at a house with three other occupants, or she came to visit me at my townhouse, just us there.
Most of our play was Funishment, just because she liked giving them and I liked taking them.
During that time, she administered some REAL punishments.
The last one, about a year ago.
After that, I slowly became ill.
Chronic IBS symptoms. Constant upset stomach, diarrhea, queasiness.
Funishments because virtually non-existent, punishments totally non-existent.
And I had time to think about things.
And come to the conclusion, that “punishment” should not be used between two adults, like ourselves.
Many will disagree, but this is my opinion. No punishments. If there’s a problem between the adults, talk about it, sort it out.
I got diagnosed with “might be gluten-intolerance”.
After 7 weeks of eating gluten-free, I’ve felt much better, and we have resumed Funishment play, but not punishment.
I read so many blogs about punishments given by a woman to a man, and now I wonder, just how much of that is some guy’s fantasy, and how much is real.
So, three hundred words later, the point of this is to give a statement of
REAL PUNISHMENTS I HAVE BEEN GIVEN
From day-before-one, I’ve kept an online diary/blog on blogger.
From that, I’m able to find the dates of said punishments.
07.06.13 Our BDSM-only relationship became an in-love-and-having-sex relationship on 07.02 Four days later, I was of the opinion that she was more interested in the love-and-sex part, and was taking it too easy on my on the BDSM aspect, and I told her so. She beat me with paddles and canes that left bruises up and down my buttocks and thighs, just to show me differently.
08.26.13 We had become engaged on 07.21 and were talking about a wedding in Las Vegas, in September. But on this day, the IRS had locked up my checking account. Failure to pay back taxes had finally come to roost. I sat with her in my bedroom, disconsolate, and told her that I’d been expecting this to happen someday, and that some time ago, I had decided that once they caught up with me, there would be no way out, just a hopeless situation, and I would just … commit suicide.
She took me seriously, she became sad, then offended, then mad, and fetched our heavy wooden spoon, and beat me so hard on my buttocks and the front of my thighs that the skin was coming off my thighs.
11.06.13 Part of our ‘deal’ was for me to stop smoking and I had, up through our wedding the prior September. I started again, and tried to sneak it. She found a half-pack in my car, and woke me up, furious. She ordered me to go into the bathroom, and stripped… in the shower, she turned on a cold blast, for five minutes, then had me lay down in the tub, while she got in, told me to close my eyes and mouth and urinated on me, had me rinse off, get up and sit on the stool while she went to the kitchen. And she chopped up the cigarettes with a knife, put the tobacco in hot water to steep, and served it to me to drink like a cup of tea. Shortly thereafter, I began throwing it up. Then she sent me back to bed.
12.25.13 Christmas morning. The day before, she had told me three times to call a plumber regarding our stopped-sink problem, but I didn’t, thinking I could fix it myself, which I couldn’t. We were having family over for Christmas dinner, and she was displeased about the stopped sink, and gave me a severe beating for not calling the plumber.
01.14.14 I got snippy, disrespectfully so, while we were packing for a weekend event at a dungeon. She took me in the bedroom, and told me to drop my pants, and applied many swats of our heaviest paddle. This punishment offended me, and I became silent and sullen for the rest of the evening … up until we were in the motel room bed, and having sex.
02.11.14 I arrived home, much later than my usual time. I did not call ahead. She was worried. She beat me for it.
02.20.14 She found cigarettes in one of my bags. Caught me, and I’d been lying about it. A ten day punishment commenced, consisting of daily corner time, almost daily spankings or beatings, and on 2.28 of being naked with a humbler attached to my scrotum behind my legs, while I swept and mopped the bedroom hardwood floor, and finished with me kneeling on the bed, getting swats with a leather belt. On 2.22 She had me get on the spanking bench, and applied a hard beating, following by a finger, then all fingers, then her fist, in my anus.
03.04.14 I spoke rudely about a housemate. She took me to the bedroom, had me drop pants and bend over, for numerous cane strokes.
3.11.14 A final session of corner time and a beating, from the punishment that started 2.20
3.18.14 Came home from work (graveyard) and woke her up just to say I was too tired for anything, was going to bed. She was annoyed that I woke her up for that. Why not just let her sleep, then? 55 cane strokes.
4.22.14 I had been disrespectful and rude to her. She put a cock ring with bells around it around my genitalia, so that I would jingle when I walk. She had me sit, while she put dye in my long brownish-blonde hair, changing the color to orange-red. She told me to sweep and mop the living room hardwood floor.
6.21.14 I spokely loudly and rudely to her in the supermarket, embarrassing her. Once home, she told me to strip naked, and get in the corner. Instead, I grabbed my car keys, went into the bedroom and out the patio door, out the back door, to my car and drove off. I thought about it, and concluded, that THIS kind of discipline really was what I had fantasized about. I returned home, and stripped and stood in the corner. I stood there one hour while she had me recite prime numbers, then sing “Twinkle twinkle little bat…” over and over again. I was hot and sweat when finished, and she told me to take a shower. Then she told me to get on the bed, Face down Ass Up. She applied 75 strokes of a riding crop to each buttock, then had me turn over into diaper position and applied another 25 strokes to my sit spot and thighs.
07.09.14 I had a crappy attitude in the morning, she gave me a quick adjustment with a paddle. I said I didn’t want pictures (we almost always took pictures of my bottom afterwards, which I post on my blog), but not much later, I changed my mind, and took selfies. After some yard work, I came in, and she had found the selfies I took, and for lying about not wanting pictures, she beat my bottom with the heavy wood spoon.
THAT was the last of my punishments. We did quite a few Funishment sessions after that, until my illness became so chronic and debilitating that I consistently told her, that I just did not feel up to it.
I started feeling better in June.
Long ago, to earn some money, we started a clips4sale studio, using videos we made of our sessions. But, we had been on a long hiatus.
On June 25th, we produced one new video; on July 2nd, two more.
We talk about doing more, but my mother fell very ill.
On July 9th, at my father’s urging, I traveled the 1900 miles, to see her for a couple days, and returned home July 11th.
I returned to work July 12th, 13th, 14th, and had just two days off, not enough time to prepare anything, before going to work July 15th through the 21st.
Dad called, July 20th, and said Mom had passed away.
So I’ll finish this long work week on the morning of the 22nd, and leave town for her funeral, early morning the 23rd.
Shooting new videos is on hold for a while.
When we do shoot ’em, it won’t be ‘punishment’.
You can visit the Yahoo Group FLR Domestic Discipline to see more of Merry and Shilo.
Originally posted 2015-07-25 06:00:52.