Spanking

The hand, the sting, the power, the surrender, the dance, the closeness, freedom.

Often, this is what spanking is like for me.  My mind often goes to a more innocent time where I am with a trusted care giver who loves me.  She loves me enough to also discipline me.

This is not an *always* thing.  It occurs more when I am highly stressed.  In my head, I often don't have to have done anything wrong that I am being disciplined for.  It is more about that more intimate closeness that sets my world more right again.

Spanked

I was needing to be re-centered for sure.  Not for what *I* was thinking.  I was thinking that I needed it simply because I was all over the place.  I didn't think that anyone was upset with me.  I didn't think I had done anything wrong.  Well, I was wrong about that.

I made the mistake of saying that I was not a good submissive.  This actually is why I was spanked.

That negativity toward myself does not sit well with Daddie Mickey.  My Disciplinarian backed this up as well.  Telling me to stop thinking that I am not good enough.  I was given a very painful reminder that it is not okay to think this way.
I see that when I am struggling with different things and feel like I am all over the place, I am much harder on myself.  I do get caught in the trap of thinking bad about myself and my actions.  I wanted to be centered.  I wanted the spanking.  Until I was talked to and spanked, I didn't see what I had been doing.
What I thought was one thing, ended up being another.  I went to sleep with an extremely sore backside after that.  Not for one minute did I think that it was unfair.  I see the point.  Can't say that I enjoyed it at all.  It does though, make me now stop and think.  And, isn't that the point of discipline?

Words

SPANK  BOTTOM  BARE DISCIPLINE STRIKE  SMACK  ASS  SWITCH  SWAT  TAN  BLISTER  PADDLE  HAIRBRUSH  HIT WHIP  CROP  TAWSE  FLOGGER  WOODEN-SPOON  RULER  OTK  SLAP  SLIPPER  SPANKING  BACKSIDE  OUCH  CANE  BELT  STRAP   STING  HAND  PUNISHMENT  CONSEQUENCE  PADDLING  CORRECT  6oftheBEST  CHEEKS  BUNS  STRIPES  RED  OLD-FASHIONED  WELTS  REAR  RUMP  SITSPOT  BURNING  BEAT  THRASH  OVERDUE  BIRCH  BUTT  THWACK  THUD  STING  LESSON  CORPORAL  ADMONISH  ADMINISTER  APPLY  BRUISE  MARKS  MARTINET  GUIDE  SPATULA  REDDEN  WAIL  SORE  SWOLLEN TAIL-END  BLACK&BLUE  PURPLE    PULL-DOWN  PANTS PANTIES BOXERS TIGHTIE-WHITIES   KNEE  LAP  STROP  BRUSH  HEAT HOT BLAZE  WHUP  BRIEFS  UNDERWEAR  THONG  SKIRT  YARDSTICK  PAINT-STICK  BATH-BRUSH   BEND-OVER  OW!  ------- LOVE & FUN

This is me with Miss Jenn, my Disciplinarian.

2016

Mickey is the one behind the camera.

Choice & Consequence

                  With the freedom of choice, comes the responsibility of consequences.


We all have the ability to impact the lives of those around us by our choices.  The impact obviously can be positive or negative.  Sometimes we are not even aware of the impact.  I don't think many of us think too much over the choices we make.  Choices are made on the fly, daily.
It is easy to see how the choice of a person who has had too much to drink and chooses to drive, causing an accident and injury, has an impact.  It impacts the person and all involved, and circles out from there.  Something like that can have an impact for generations.
Each of us have the freedom of choice.  Making no choice, is still a choice.
I am in a domestic discipline relationship.  I live by a set of rules and guidelines that are enforced by two people.  Although these rules/boundaries are around me, I still choose whether or not to follow them.  I have the freedom to choose.  With that freedom, I also have the responsibility of consequences.  They may be the ones that dish out the discipline and correction, but I am the one that makes the decision on whether or not that needs to happen.  Simply by my choices.  Choice has consequences.  There are no threats hanging over me.  There is no fear in this.  I am treated with love and respect at all times.  And, I am disciplined when I make the wrong choice for myself.
What if all choices had no consequences?  Imagine how much chaos there would be.  I am sure many would be calling foul.  Imagine the person who saved for months to purchase a television and the person who went out and stole one.  Each came home with a t.v.  They each choose how to get one for themselves.  If there wasn't consequences, we would not see anything wrong in the two different methods.  People could just go out and take whatever they wanted.
I believe we learn through choice and consequence.  It isn't the only way, but it is one way.  Right now, I am experiencing things that I never have before.  A lot of the generation growing up right now are not experiencing it either and it shows.  Many are totally lacking the experience of consequences for their actions and choices.  My choices and theirs have always had consequences but were never enforced.  Now, I am experiencing things that so many people have taken for granted in their lives.  It might seem strange to outsiders.  What I know is that it is working for me.  It has given me a safe place to be.

The Paddle in Her Hand

Powerful image, for sure.  I am sure that it conjures up quite a lot of different images for people.  Is *She* Seated, Standing?  What does the paddle look like?  Is it Wooden? Leather? Rubber? Lexan?   Is it solid?  Does it have holes?  Is it big, small?  How hard is it going to be swung?  Is it your bottom that it is going to hit?  Do you know what it feels like already?
Sometimes the paddle in her hand is a little intimidating to me.  Especially if it is there and she is scolding me.  Trying to focus on the actual words spoken, which usually require an answer AND trying to forget the paddle that is often smacking against her hand.  When it is for discipline, I don't think there is a one of us that can say that we don't feel a little dread.  For me, I don't usually know if it is going to be an all out spanking with the paddle or swats.  If she is seated, I am in a ton of trouble for sure.  I know that I will be over her knee and will be paddled for an undetermined amount of time for sure.  *That* leaves me no sort of end point to look toward.  It is going to be done, when she says it is done.  If she is standing, sometimes there is a little more hope.  Rarely do I have the privilege of knowing how many swats I will be given.  I do know that if she swings hard enough to send me flying, it will be over! LOL.  She also knows the difference between the reaction being the actual stroke of the paddle and me being dramatic.  How fair is that??
The two that discipline me, do not let me get away with anything any more.  I am given one warning to stop or change my behavior.  There is not a second one.  Strange thing is that I have never felt more safe and more secure in my life.  I do press at the boundaries and fuss at the rules.  But ya know what?  I like the fact that the paddle is in her hand.

The Belt and Sting

If there is one implement that I *fear* it is the belt.  I have no basis for this fear.  A belt has never been used on me.  I have never even slapped one across my own hand.  Yet, when I think about different implements, this is the one that brings dread.  There is something inside me that sort of worries over it.
Wooden implements are used on me the most.  I am accustomed to them.  I know what to expect.  I have a healthy respect for Daddie Mickey's huge wooden spoon that is so big, the spoon part cups and covers one cheek!  The hairbrush in Miss Jenn's hands gets the same respect..  I don't exactly *like* either one.  I do know what to expect though.  They know they will get my attention and get the message across to me.  *If*, there is a message.
If it is a fast sting, *that*, can drop me to my knees in an instant.  I think that is some of my fear with the belt.  I have turned around and grabbed a tawse out of the hand of a Dominant after just one stroke.  I let them know that there would not be a second.  Not a great thing for a submissive to do.  I just knew that the sting was so intense from that one stroke that I would lose my composure and not be able to continue in the scene.  (Some learned to bind me after that, lol!)
Even with a good warm up, there is something about implements that are meant to sting that I have a love/hate relationship with.  When the sting floods me, I have been known to also have a flood of bad words fly out of my mouth.  Not good for a girl who is not allowed to use curse words, ever.  (yeah, I have used a couple of those not so good words throughout this blog but haven't been told I was in trouble for it.  Even, hell and damn are not allowed, how lame is that?)
How come, when in the process of being spanked and naughty words come out of the mouth because it HURTS, the Spanker responds by spanking harder and faster?  I am not exactly sure how that is suppose to stop the flow of forbidden words.  Well, except that it usually does take my breath away and I am not exactly capable of saying anything then, lol.  I know that some Dominants and Disciplinarians will stop the spanking and wash your mouth out with soap.  I have been made to watch a mouth soaping and been told to be sure to watch my words or I would get the same treatment.  I *think* she was kidding, but I am not sure.
Back to the belt.... I know that for some bottoms the whole process of having the belt taken off, folded in half or wrapped around a hand, is very important.  It is part of the ritual that they want or need.  The sound of the strike is so completely different from a wooden paddle.  I understand that.  I get it. Some things are just kinda hard-wired in our brains.  For me, just the threat of a belt being used makes me think twice...three...four times!
I do pretty well with staying within the boundaries around me.  When I was threatened with a belt recently, for whining or acting like a brat, it was MORE than enough to convince me to not whine or be bratty.  I think that if a belt or strap were hanging on the wall instead of a paddle, I would be the best behaved girl in Washington.
What implement makes you go weak in the knees (and not in a good way) when you think about it being used on you?
For those of you who do the spanking, what are YOU thinking when you use an implement that you know we just can't stand?
Add comments please... I really am interested in hearing your thoughts.

Being Disciplined

I have been reminded a few times in the past 24-36 hours that I asked for this.  I asked for firm boundaries around me.  I asked that there be more discipline in my life.  I agreed to a 3 month contract of sorts.  I have been reminded that I asked to not be allowed to *get away* with things.  I have been reminded that my Counselor is on board as well.  I have been reminded that they agreed to hold me accountable.
Saturday, I was scolded.  I brought it on myself because I am the one who refused to do what I was told.  My Counselor was very direct and clear about what I was to do.  Her direction came after I had challenged both her and Daddie Mickey earlier.  During that few minutes I responded like a stubborn little brat.  I am not proud of it.  So when Pamela, (Counselor) told me I was ready and needed to write about and face the truth about my father, Pamela told me to tell them ( two other people) what she had told me to do.  So, I told those I was suppose to tell.  I was in a bad mood already.  Oh, I told them alright, what I had been told to do, then I told them that I didn't want to do it.  And, I didn't. Everything I said to them was all about,  *I don't want to do this.*
Ya know what?  I was not ready for the response I got.  I was scolded.  I was told that I knew what I was suppose to do.   I was told that Pamela's instructions were simple and clear and had told me exactly what I was to write about and do.  I wasn't given a threat or a warning that I had better do as I had been told. No.  After the scolding I was told that I was banned from Internet and TV until I decided to do what I was told.  Grounded!
It would be nice to be able to say that I took this well, saw the error in what I was doing and immediately changed my behavior.  *That* didn't happen.  I was instead, instantly stubborn.  The one enforcing this on me, knows me well enough that she continued on and told me that if I started whining or being a brat, a belt would be used on my back side.  So, I can't whine and I can't be a brat, I can't watch television and I can't get on the internet.  I handled it so well that I instantly told the person doing this to me that I did NOT like her right then!  I looked to Daddie Mickey who just shook her head and actually said to me... don't look at me, I am in total agreement here.  Mickey even turned off the television program she was watching because I was in the room!
An hour later..... yeah right!  I am very stubborn, remember?  Sitting in my chair, arms crossed, feeling like I am in time out (not a good feeling at all), very frustrated.  Oh, on top of this, after a few hours of my silent protest, I was told that the trip to the Aquarium on Sunday was not going to happen either if I didn't start writing exactly what I was suppose to.  In fact I was told I would be going no where until I got started and showed that I was going to cooperate.  This is so not fair!
It was about 6 and a half, maybe 7 hours later that I gave up.  I knew that they were not going to give in at all.  I knew that I had only two choices : keep sitting there silently or do what I was told.  I saw that the situation wasn't going to change.  I also saw that it was likely only going to get worse if I didn't do what I was told.
There was no magical good mood that came over me.  No, revelation that I was doing the right thing.  I was still totally protesting (silently because I do not want to ever feel the belt!) but, I got my headphones and my music, my computer and dumb notepad (because I wasn't allowed on the internet) and started writing.  I was so frustrated, angry I guess, but I did it anyway.  What I wrote was hard to write.  My attitude didn't help matters.  I was still angry/frustrated when I finished but also, more emotional because of what I wrote.
It was around 4 hours later that my mood changed.  I was then able to look back over what had taken place.  I have been sort of laughing about the situation here in this blog.  My responses were ridiculous for sure.  Looking back at it, I was being disciplined.  None of it was comfortable, that's for sure.  I did not like them.  I didn't like the situation I was in.  I was the one who had to come around to their way of thinking and do what I was told.  They showed me that where I am in my life and this path that I am on, matters.  That I do what I am told, matters.  I matter.  They care enough to discipline me and point me in the right direction whether I like it or not.  I know they care about me.  I know they are in this with me.  Right now I actually feel good that I gave in and did what I was told.  I am glad that I didn't let it escalate.  I know now that if it did escalate, it would only have done so because of my behavior.  I had choices.  They cared enough about me to keep pointing me to the right choice.  I am glad they did.  It was a hard day for me and I still want to tell them, Thank You!

Need

Sitting here with so many things going through my mind.  The subjects of discipline and spanking are a part of what I am thinking about.  Having a need for spanking.  Needing to know that someone else cares enough to take disciplinary measures with me.  I have 2 in my life that do just that.  It is the *need* that I am really thinking about.  How can it be such a huge need?  Where did it come from and why does it remain?
I know what many of the psychologists say about it.  I think they are wrong.  This thing that is so special and makes me feel so cared about and loved, did not come from the fact that I come from a history of abuse.  It just didn't.  The pain from that abuse has to go some place but it didn't go into the need for spanking.  I was not physically abused.  I was not spanked.
Others being spanked were all around me in my younger years.  My sister was spanked by our mother pretty often when we were younger.  Did I really pull that into myself as the way I would know that I was loved?  The private school used paddling and I was aware of it.  I watched my father spank my mother.  I am sure they all had an effect on me.  I had one therapist tell me once that because of how I grew up I connected pain with love.
Dammit!  THAT is not right.

This *thing* that I love and need is bigger and deeper than that.  I don't like pain.  I have been described as a masochist in the past because I could take anything dished out in the percussive side of BDSM.  My personal situation has changed and I haven't been able to do that, or even wanted to for 4 years.  But, with spanking there is like there is this fever in me that goes higher and higher as the need for it grows.  It is a physical feeling and it effects me emotionally.  Going without a spanking for awhile effects my mood.  Certainly, not in a good way.
I love being spanked.  I love what it does to me.  I love the closeness and the feel of skin on skin.  I feel the safest laying over a lap waiting to be spanked.  Just laying in that position has a huge effect on me emotionally.  There is nothing abusive there for me.  Not every spanking is meant to set my backside on fire either.  There is a connection that happens.  With Mickey, it is the deepest of all connections.  There is also a change that takes place in me and I always come away from those times, changed for the better.
Being spanked centers me.  When life and stress and stuff just gets in the way of my *ok-ness*, that spanking helps me think more clearly again.  It helps me face it all more productively.  I am not one who cries when being spanked.  I am not certain that anyone can actually take me there. (No, this is not a challenge)  I believe that it would take a huge overwhelming of my senses to actually take me to tears in a spanking.
The reason spanking remains a need in my life is because of what it does for me and how it makes me feel.  As far as where it came from... I just don't know.  I think some of us are just born like this.

Fun Spankings vs Punishment Spankings

Fun vs punishment.... In other words, how do you punish someone who likes spanking, with a spanking?  If you are a bottom like I am, you know that there is a big difference.  In fun there is usually a lot less emotions that are real. (for me anyway)  There can even be laughter through out the whole thing from both the Spanker and the spankee.  The offenses are made up even if the role play is totally serious.  There is just a completely different mindset.  The release a fun spanking can bring is wonderful as well.  It can do so much for both involved.  It can draw them closer.  It can release stress for both.  Even though it can also be quite a work-out for both, it can be invigorating.  It can bring a *high* with it.  Fun spankings between Mickey and I have even cleared the air so to speak.  It renews our bond.  Bottom-line.  It is Fun!
Punishment on the other hand - whole different mindset.  In a punishment session, the emotions are so very real, (for me).  So much so, that if I am scolded in any way, it brings a huge humbling inside of me.  Mickey has given me a couple of spankings that were punishment in nature.  Actually only one comes to mind and it was when I decided to stop taking all of my medications.  I was just sick and tired of taking about 25 pills a day.  It made sense to me to just stop and not tell anybody.  I was feeling *ok* so I convinced myself I didn't need them.  I think a lot of us think like that... we don't want to do something so we convince ourselves that we really don't need to.  Definitely, the wrong choice for me.  I did not tell Mickey any of this.  The subject came up later, after I had started retaking them.  I no longer remember how it came up or the circumstances around it.  I told her that I had stopped taking my meds for awhile.  I wasn't even thinking it was a bad thing.  I was immediately questioned. ( Whatever we had been talking about went right out the window.)  * Are you taking them all now? Are you taking them properly? When did this happen? What in the hell made you think it was ok? Do you realize the health risk you took? Do you know you could have died!!?*  I heard her tone filled with concern and so serious.  There was no anger, no raised voice, not even a sternness. For me it was all just matter-of-fact.  THEN, she got silent.  I mean completely, silent.  I watched her and she wouldn't even look at me.  That's when it hit me that I was in trouble here.  I am not sure exactly what I said but it was to the effect of, *I am in big trouble, aren't I?*  She told me that I was and that she was far to angry to continue the conversation at that moment.  She stayed emotionally distant from me and pretty much completely silent for at least two days.  Inside of me, anxiety grew, the knowledge that I had made a very wrong choice for myself in stopping my meds grew, guilty feelings grew, it was bad, all bad.  It was like the next day that she then also made me tell my Mistress who was still in my life then.  She was in Spain at the time and I was told to phone her and tell her as well what I had done.  Thank God, she was in Spain.  I had never been in real trouble much with either of them.  Stefany was 100% Italian and boy did she yell!  I was chewed out in multiple languages.  She was so angry she was jumping from English to French to Italian.  Yes I understood.  She told me she wanted to ground me to my room for a week with absolutely nothing and no contact with anyone, not friends, not her, not Mickey..no electronics, no books, no writing implements, just me and me thinking about what I had done.  All of that of course after she had beaten me bloody!  Her words, not mine.  I got an earful and was told that I would be getting the spanking of my life.  (She ended up staying in Spain and I never saw her face to face again.)  She and Mickey talked as well and that conversation took place well out of my hearing range.  After that conversation is when I started becoming afraid.  Not of the spanking.  I was afraid I had been so bad that they both were going to have nothing more to do with me.  I wanted Mickey to spank me by then.  I knew it would not be fun or easy.  I felt so bad inside, I just wanted the brokenness that I felt to be dealt with and healed.  I had failed them by not taking care of myself.  I was given one day like I described above and it was excruciating for me.  After that is when Mickey started talking to me again.  I was assured that I was still loved and wanted and would be spanked.  It was all matter-of-factly told to me.  The scolding and spanking would come later.  And it did.  This is where spanking for fun, playing spanking, takes a whole different turn for someone who loves to be spanked.  Mickey scolding me brought tears to my eyes.  I couldn't in any way adequately tell her how sorry I was.  I was paddled with no warm up, with a large wooden paddle that actually says on it *Crie Adjuster*  A paddle I had made for her but sure hated having it used.  It was directly on the bare and it hurt like hell.  There was nothing playful or fun in that for either one of us.  I think that some people wouldn't even consider it an actual punishment spanking.  But, it was.  The punishment was in all of it.  That time that was close to three days had just as much to do with the spanking, the punishment and I learned my lesson for sure.
A spanking for punishment works differently than one for fun.  Everything about it is different.  Even the demeanor of the two involved, is different.  I actually want punishment spankings when I am being corrected.  No matter what the correction actually is.  Correction in my life is more verbal, time-out, and writing... when it is finished, it is a spanking from Mickey that again seals the bond, draws me to her and for me, brings an end to the punishment.  When she is not happy with me or something I have done, the spanking after whatever the correction or punishment actually was, is brought to an end by the spanking.  My world is ok again, I have been forgiven and I am loved.  Maybe it is strange that we don't see these as punishment spankings.  It's just the way it works for us.  I rarely ever cry and that is not a sign on whether or not it was a punishment
Someone who loves spankings knows the difference between what is fun and what is punishment.  I was given a punishment spanking by Miss Jenn.  It was not administered harshly.  It came from a place of care, concern and love.  I was being punished and knew I was being punished.  I was angry and hating it most of the time and I am the one who loves spankings.
 Talk to your Top (or your bottom) about what the difference is for the two of you.  Find out what works for you both.  Again, communicate :)

Discipline

Discipline.  I am sure that word congers up different images for different people.  I am sure that for many who follow my blog, the first image is of a spanking.  It is one of the first things that cross my mind as well.  I have been spanked by quite a few different women in my adult life. ( No male has ever spanked me.)   Although I have been spanked by many, none were allowed to discipline me.  There was no correctional aspect to it. There was nothing there that had anything to do with changing or encouraging a certain behavior. (Miss Jenn is the exception)

Mickey and I share a D/s relationship that probably could also be correctly described as a DD relationship. (D/s - Dominant and submissive, DD - Domestic discipline)  There is no doubt that She is the head of household.  Both relationships came from a foundation of trust that was built through constant communication.  There was and still is a learning curve going on.  Mickey has my best interest at heart when she talks to me about something in my life.  She wants me safe physically and emotionally.  The discipline often revolves around something that needs to change.  A real problem for her right now is my refusal to eat and the fact that when I do finally agree to eat, or remember that I need to, I won't eat anything but a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.  This actually has been going on for months now, at least 4.  The *discipline* process began with a lot of communication.  She has wanted to understand why I am not eating.  Sometimes, I just forget.  Food has never been important to me.  Mickey has seen me over the years get stuck on just one food.  I will want that food every day.  But until recently it was often just a certain fruit and I still ate small normal type meals.  I got stuck on wheat chex cereal for awhile and there was no less than 3 boxes in the house at any given time.  Because, I was still eating other meals with other foods, it was okay.  This time, I don't want any food at all.  I do forget, but it has also grown now to the point that even when I do remember, I just don't want it.  I have struggled with body issue things in the past and was anorexic.  At my lowest I weighed 64 pounds.  I am at 121 right now.  Not a *bad* weight for my 5'1" frame.  One of the problems for me is that I don't exactly have the curves that come with being a grown woman.  So when I look in the mirror, I see a barrel with arms and legs.  Even at my tiniest, I still had a stomach pouch and no amount of exercise made it go away.  It infuriated me.  Mickey and I talked about all of this.  I had/have the freedom to be completely honest without judgment.  She listens.  She encourages and makes suggestions.  She also brings truth into my body image vs. the reality of it. Communication is vital and with us it is constant.  She tells me her thoughts and concerns on this whole *food* thing as well as her wants.  With the communication happening and continuing, she started asking me what I wanted to eat, when it came time for us to have a meal.  Then came just being presented with a plate with the expectation that I at least take a few bites.  The discipline increased and has now moved into the *stage* where I have been told that I will eat at least one sandwich during the time that I am awake.  Tonight, I was presented with a protein shake that I was expected to finish and told that I will also eat at 2:00, no excuses.  I know full well that if I choose to not eat a sandwich at 2:00 there will be consequences.  The reason I am telling this is to show one of the ways discipline is taking place in my life and in our relationship.  It didn't go from her noticing that I was eating just one food, to demanding change from me or punishing me for it.  It didn't go from seeing that I stopped eating completely to demanding that I eat.  There was and is a process and not all situations are the same.  She has, can and will put her foot down when she thinks that is needed and do so immediately.  With this one, it was a slower path to her putting her foot down and it is definitely *down*.  The whole *process* was and is discipline with us.  With this one ,Mickey has tried to understand more and guide me to healthier choices.  She hasn't spanked me or done anything that others might see as punishment.  We have gone through other things similar to this, a similar path, that at this point, often included a threat, or question from her, "Maybe I should tell *so & so* what you are doing and let *her*deal with you." It is not that Mickey is incapable, not by any means.  That threat comes because Mickey knows me so well and herself.  It comes in part sometimes because she doesn't want the lover in her to hold her back from dealing with me more harshly if need be.  She has been that same *threat* to other girls from other dominants and not one of those girls wants to be sent to her to be dealt with!  There was a friend in our lives that Mickey knew if I was forced to tell her what I was doing/not doing, just the threat of me needing to tell her and the scolding I would get (because I had experienced it before) was enough to break through whatever resistance I was still trying to hold on to.  They never are and never have been empty threats. I know that Mickey is not far from spanking me.  She is also likely not far from getting Miss Jenn involved.  When Mickey has gone to involving someone else, She monitors it as well.  Anything and everything this other person had told me to do, from corner time, writing lines,  restrictions, etc, Mickey has made sure they were completely finished or followed exactly as instructed.  It was not a pleasant experience for me.

 Miss Jenn is also my Disciplinarian.  This relationship too has taken open, honest communication and building trust.  Just like with Mickey, I have no doubt that if she says she is going to do something, that she will.  They each have my respect and even though I am the one being corrected or spanked, even punished, I know that I too am respected.  Respect is another pillar of discipline, right up there with communication and trust.

Discipline is one of those subjects that could take hours and hours of writing blogs, exploring the different aspects, methods, what it means, etc.  Something to think about for sure.