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Domestic Discipline lifestyle can surprise you every path of the way. Read the secret confessions of a submissive woman when she has to deal with her husband's mentor.

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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

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TOM ROSS

MY SECRET DOMESTIC DISCIPLINE DIARY

A DD confession as you never seen before

To every DD couple.BookRix GmbH & Co. KG81371 Munich

May 13th, 6:30 am

The day finally arrived. According to Sir, if He would not return from his business trip until today, I should go to Mr. Jones´s place to receive my maintenance discipline. Feels awkward. I have never been spanked by anyone else other than my Husband. He is really strict on my discipline and I love Him for that. My maintenance discipline always happens before breakfast twice a week, Tuesdays and Fridays. I feel insecure without His presence to guide me. But I must always obey to His orders. And I will.

May 13th, 11:15 am

I arrived on Mr. Jones´s place at 7 am sharp. He promptly opened the door for me and received me with a smile. I did not say anything. I would only if He asked me to. My husband instructed me not to say a word unless I was asked. He invited me to sit on the couch in the living room. I humbly did. He said He would be back in a few minutes. His daughter Emily showed up. She looked at me kind of ashamed and gave me a smile too, but did not say a word; she wore a T-shirt and Depend diapers and had a paci on her mouth which made me conclude she was in a kind of trouble. As any 17 year old teenager, she should have done something really bad. I wondered what it was. Emily went to the kitchen and disappeared. I waited for a couple of minutes and Mr. Jones came into the room.

 

Since it´s the first time we do it, I want you to know that you may behave the same way you do with your husband and do exactly the same as you do to Him. Before, during and after spanking. Understood?

 

Yes, I answered with my head, even wondering what He just meant. Everything? Sir loved to have His Penis sucked after a spanking. It was my way to be grateful to Him.  Most of the times we have sex too. I hoped that Mr. Jones could guide me on that one. It would be awful to have sex with another Man. What would Sir think about it? Would Sir know about that rule when He asked Mr. Jones this favor? What should I do?

 

Mr. Jones told me to undress and keep my undies on. I did as he told. He seemed not to care about my nudity, but I felt uncomfortable as I never felt in my entire life. I had never been so exposed to a man other than my husband. Mr. Jones indicated to me His favorite place for a corner time. He conducted me by hand and helped me to kneel. Just like at home, I put my hands over my head and tried to make no noise or movement at all. He left. I stayed there for over 30 minutes. All I could think was how I really loved my Sir and why He allowed Mr. Jones to take care of my discipline while He was out. Well, I had no right to judge that, Sir always knows what´s best for me. But to show my body to another man other than my Husband was strange and embarrassing. I should tell Him this. I had a true hope that Mr. Jones would let me go home after the spanking. I should share with Sir my thoughts while He was out, even if those confessions would get me in trouble. I should tell Him all that happened to me right after He gets home.

 

I started to think about the other submissive wives in town. All of them had already been disciplined by Mr. Jones – so I heard. He is the most respected Domestic Discipline leader in our community. Would they have made love to Him after their spankings?

He came close to me, offered me His hand and helped me to get on my feet again. Guided me to the basement and asked me to bend over a table to receive my maintenance spanking. He pulled my undies down to my knees. I was about to have a nervous breakdown. All I wanted Him to do was to finish it quickly.

 

You are a gorgeous woman. How old are you again?27, Sir.Where is your collar?I forgot it at home Sir.You should never ever take your collar off, you know that?Yes Sir.Do you understand why you are here?Yes, Sir, to have my maintenance spanking Sir, as ordered by my HOH, Sir.Good girl. Please lift up your ass and spread your legs as much as you can.

 

I did as told. Then I felt His hands over my butt, then his fingers on my ass hole. He spread some KY on me and introduced what I think it was a rectal thermometer.

 

Your husband does that?No Sir.He should. Ask Him for it next time you get spanked.I will Sir.Ashamed of me?Just a little bit Sir.Don’t worry. You will be fine.

 

Mr. Jones spent some time introducing and getting it out of my ass.

 

Do you like that?

 

I never answered that question. I felt so humiliated that I just couldn´t talk.

 

A concentrated lady. Fine.

 

Finally He got it out of my ass, checked it for fever and put it away. Without any advice, He started to slap my butt with a paddle. I had to count it: 20 hard ones. Then He changed to His belt. Another 50. He beats harder than my Husband does and it made me feel so different. He felt no pity and this fact made the whole thing much more interesting. I had never been spanked that way. It hurt, but I loved it. Then He came with a thin painful cain. Just 10.

 

And another 10 for forgetting your collar at home.Yes Sir, Thank you Sir.

 

So He did it on the top of my sore bottom, in a way I never experienced before. There was a motive why Mr. Jones was our community´s leader. He was gentle and strong at the same time. When He finished, I was about to put my hands on my bruises, but He told me not to.

 

You are not allowed to touch your bruises. Ever. Let them do their job on you.Yes Sir, thank You Sir.We are not over yet. On your knees.

 

Mr. Jones blindfolded me with some handkerchief and kept there for a while, hands over head. I felt He was coming back and getting close to me. I could feel Him leaning something on my mouth.

 

Now you can thank me properly.