I’m not planning to keep youall posted on every little thing that happens in my life, not even the exciting little things. But after my last post, my friend Nora commented, sharing from her own experience a couple of ways I might improve the effectiveness of my self-spanking.

Nora advised me that standing straight when self spanking works better than leaning over. And she testified to the effectiveness of a tawse. She even shared a link to one that’s similar to one she has. A Very Scary Tawse.

I was intrigued and excited at the idea. (Even while I think it’s ridiculous that I want to get something that’s going to hurt me more). But I’m excited about it.

When I talked to Sir later, his tone seemed slightly amused and something about his expression suggested I might not know what I’m getting into. But he approved the tawse.

And there was a moment… We had just been chatting about it, casually (like anyone might while talking about a Very Scary Tawse.). All warm and friendly, and I was giggling a lot like I do sometimes – and then the shift happened. In a flash, he went from casual to Dom mode.

I see it happen – his expression changes in some subtle but powerful way – and I’m not giggling anymore. My breath catches and I feel pinned by his gaze, my mouth goes dry. Frozen, except for the rush of heated arousal that runs through me. I may not know what I’ve gotten myself into with this tawse, but I’m quite sure he’s going to enjoy directing me to use it. I’m lost in my desire to give him what he wants.

That moment – when I feel his dominance so viscerally and instinctively submit to it – needs to go into my Ode to a Dom.

Later in the evening, I’m chatting with my friend, Nijntje. She shares her experience and suggests a wooden spoon might be a better self-spanking tool than a belt. I appreciate the suggestion, and am laughing at myself again for welcoming advice on how to bring myself more pain. Other people might be exploring how to avoid pain. In the sisterhood of submission, we have our own way of supporting each other.

All this practice with self-spanking is not only for the moment, but preparation. In a couple of months Sir and I will have a bit of real time together and actual privacy. Working on my self-spanking skills is part of the preparation for that time.

So much to look forward to… And so much appreciation for the sisterhood of submissive women. Their support comes with acceptance, bringing light, strength, and shared wisdom. I am a lucky girl.