Tessa 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 445
I’m normally the disciplinarian. There are those moments though, where Tessa needs to snap back into reality. Those are the moments where discipline becomes necessary and appropriate. During those moments, I demand to be given no mercy.
I had been bad that month, all month long. If I wasn’t getting in trouble for this, I was getting in trouble for something else. If I wasn’t fixing a massive mistake I had made, I was causing another catastrophic issue to come into fruition. The game of Cause and Effect can be so detrimental. And when an adult is the one causing all the mayhem, it just feels so much more serious. You would think after going through so much, that I would learn countless lessons. Yet, it seems to be that I continue to cause them, and scramble to fix them.
There is this theory imbedded in the depths of my brain that maybe I enjoy the discipline that comes with messing up so badly. Discipline means that I’m going to have to assume the position; usually bent over on someone’s lap. I’m going to have to take countless paddle spankings, either from a wooden paddle, or someone’s bare naked hands.
Will Work for Discipline
Sticking my pooky butt out, as you had demanded that I do, and spreading my hands out. Not permitted to put my hands on the bed at any given time. Nor am I told it’s acceptable to scream, moan, shout, yell or anything else verbal. “Take it” is what I’m being told. Daddy told me to take it like a good obedient girl. And as daddy instructed, Tessa tried so hard to abide by those rules. I tried so hard, until the paddle got me 6 times.
Tessa 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 445