Truth story 2. The Discovery

 This is a true story took place a few years ago. I hadn't yet begun my journey into the world of Domestic discipline. This is how it happened.

      Truth story 2  The Discovery.

 I was half way through my 18th year. Everything seemed to be going well for me. I worked in care, a job I enjoyed.  The pay could've been better, as you'll probably guess, as a teenage girl, I was always short of money. Worked every bit of overtime I could get just to survive and enjoy my hobby of wargaming. 

  At first it seemed like another Saturday, I slept in, had tea and toast for breakfast. Then sat around on YouTube checking out hobby videos before I even decided to get dressed. 

  Yes I needed to do a few household chores that weekend. I hadn't long taken possession of my flat. The decorating had been done. But chores like laundry and tidying up were always put off until the last minute.   I wasn't messy by any means, but I just couldn't be bothered to tidy up at times and then end up spending a whole day cleaning and doing laundry when it finally bugged me enough to do it.

   The day had been planned, to go to a hobby friends house for a wargame.  A friend I've known since childhood. Mike, probably one of the sweetest guys around, married to a lovely lady, Bea.

   Though Bea herself had no interest in the hobby, she'd often accompany him to the wargaming club.  There we'd often play against each other.   We played against others as well, though many a time it could cause problems.  As being a girl, many of the men didn't want to play against me, those that did, either adults or teen boys often didn't work out either.

   As some guys hate to loose to a teenage girl and the teenage boys would try to ask me out. I wasn't interested.  So Mike it was.  We played for years, through several battles and game systems.

   Once I was 18, the visits to the club became less and less and gaming at his house more and more.  Then one Saturday I found out something, shocking, interesting and something that'll change my life forever.

  There's a saying that often truth can be stranger than fiction.  This is one of those times.

  As it was nearing the time to set off, I showered and dressed, nothing fancy.  Jeans t-shirt and sweatshirt was the choice for the day. Army carry case in hand I set off for Mike and Beas house. 

  We'd planned the game for a couple of weeks, and I was looking forward to it as I'd only just finished painting a new tank I wished to use.  A game I was looking forward to. Though what was about to happen, I couldn't have guessed or seen coming.

  The game was a lot of fun as we took over the dining table, gossiped about what was new, what was happening, then played the battle with some banter. Mike eventually won on points but a great game.

   We settled in their living room for a cup of tea and chat.  We started off with hobby chat, what new miniatures we were both looking forward to getting and the chat steeted towards more general day to day stuff. And books.

 As we chatted about the new Warhammer novels coming out, I noticed Mike had one I'd yet to buy so naturally I asked if I could borrow the book. Mike had no objections, so I made my way to the book case and removed the book from the shelf.

  What I didn't noticed was that a DVD had fallen out and landed on the floor. I apologised ofcourse and went to reach down to pick it up. At this point Bea, rushed to grab the dvd before I could, though I got there first and picked it up and saw what was on the cover. 

   The domestic discipline of Charlotte.  I was surprised as I looked from the cover to an embarrassed Bea and an annoyed looking Mike, who was in turn had his gaze fixed on Bea. 

 "Nevermind that dear." Bea spoke and quickly took the DVD from my hands and quickly hiding it again.

"That wasn't supposed to be on there, sorry Sophie. Bea you said you put it away." Mike spoke sternly.

  I looked from one to the other, Id never seen Mike looking as cross as he was at that moment.  I'd seen his stern go away, he would give boys who tried to pester me at the club, though never cross.  I'd never seen Bea as embarrassed before either.

"What's with the DVD?" I asked while looking from one to the other.

  Bea looked away as Mike continued to glare at Bea, the way a parent would glare at a misbehaving child.

"We're very sorry Sophie, you weren't meant to see that, it's complicated and I'm sorry if you think less of us." Mike informed me as he glared at Bea once more.

   I sat back down and smiled and offered my reassurance and that I wasn't a little girl anymore, and it's ok to tell me what's going on.

  Mike and Bea looked at each other, with a shrug from Bea, Mike cleared his throat.

"Ok, we're in what's called a domestic discipline marriage. I understand if that's something you don't approve of but it's the marriage we've chosen."

  I sat there for a few moments as I worked it out in my head, there was a lot I didn't understand and Mike's explanation barely scratched the surface.  Mike saw I was puzzled, and began explaining the best he could exactly what sort of marriage they had.

  I went from suprise to concern to embarrassment and finally finishing on giggling. Bea explained to me it was her choice and she's very happy with it as she explained how it works. The rules and consequences.

   I just sat there, nodding occasionally, surprised mostly and I found myself becoming more comfortable and interested.

"Sounds like something I need too, you know what I'm like with spending and doing my housework." I laughed.

   Mike and Bea looked to each other, as we all thought about it and whether it would indeed be useful to me. Mike told me once more about the consequences most commonly used and the ones they used and how I would have to be totally sure about it.

   I thought for a moment, while Mike and Bea allowed me a moment to process exactly what I was asking for. I nodded and explained how it could work for me.

"Have you been spanked before honey?" Bea asked me.

  Truth be told I hadn't, it was banned when I went to school, so no chance of getting it there.  Plus it wasn't a punishment that my parents had used either, so I merely shook my head.

"Oh honey, it can be painful and I don't think you know just what you'd be letting yourself in for, it's not a game or some kind of kinky fun sweetheart, it's real discipline for real reasons." Bea stated flatly.

"So it can really hurt?" I asked.

   Mike and Bea nodded, then Mike went into an explanation of the implements used and how they're given.  I became more shocked and glanced at Bea as each implement was described.

"We'd start off slow honey, build it up over time and you can stop at any point,it's always with consent." Bea informed me.

   I sat there thinking about it for a while, I hadn't noticed my tea had gone cold.  I just sat there looking at the carpet as the thoughts ran through my mind. After a few minutes I nodded. I confirmed that I wanted it in my life.

"Are you sure?" Asked Mike.

   I nodded I was and began explaining how I can be lazy putting off my housework and how I've often overspent and struggled with bills after.  Mike and Bea understood my reasoning and with a nod Bea leaned forward towards me.

"I think it might be a good idea for you to know exactly how it'll feel honey, to know just what you're letting yourself in for before you agree." Bea spoke gently.

   I looked to Bea puzzled, unsure as to just what she was suggesting. It took a few moments for me to understand exactly what she was suggesting.

"You mean the spanking?" I asked.

"Yes honey, you've never been spanked before, it might be too much for you, and it'll be best for you to see how it is before you agree, nothing to harsh though." Bea informed me.

  Mike and Bea sat there as I thought about it. Bea had a point, would I be willing to go through it when needed, and even though Mike and Bea reassured me that the punishments used will only be used when I broke a rule we'd yet to decide on.  

   I was understandably nervous. I nodded, I stated how I agreed and was willing to find out.   To be honest a part of me was very curious to know how it felt. I've seen it in movies and television shows, comics and books. Though never experienced it myself.

"I'm ready." I spoke boldly as I stood up from the couch. Looking determined at both Mike and Bea.

"Who would you like to do it?" I was asked.

  I thought for a moment more and then decided on Mike. With a nod, he rose from the armchair and moved a spare dining chair and placed it in front of the fireplace.

  The spare dining chair that I was once told was there incase of extra guests, now I know it was for the purpose of spanking a bottom.  Mike sat on the chair and pointed to his right side, Informing me that's where I was to stand.

  I stood where he pointed, my gaze never leaving his lap as Mike went through what he was about to do.

"As it's your first time and it's not an actual punishment you can keep your jeans up, I'll have you laid over my knee and I'll use my hand to spank you on your bottom, don't worry I'm not going to do it that hard, just a taste." Mike explained.

   I merely nodded as I was to nervous to speak.  With a over command and a pat of his lap I eased myself over his knee. Placing my hands on the floor I looked to see my legs and feet barely touching the floor as my 5 ft 1 frame laid draped over his knee.

  I felt Mike's hand take hold of my waist and his other hand rest on my bottom. I tensed up, but with a calm relax from Mike I relaxed. In my mind I knew I was in position for a spanking, the first one in my life that I knew of.  As Mike's hand patted my bottom, Mike informed me once more that the spanking won't be as hard as it would be if I was being punished. I nodded when he asked if I was ready.

  With a final couple of pats, Mike raised his hand and the next thing I heard was a loud slap of hand on demin. With a sudden intake of breath, a rising sting on my right bottom cheek, it suddenly became real.  I was getting spanked.

  The second spank landed quickly to my left bottom cheek, causing me to gasp. The sting now spread over all of my bottom, before the third spank landed on my right bottom cheek.  Mike continued at a steady pace, alternating each side of my bottom.

   As each spank was delivered, Mike increased the intensity and speed of the spanking. My bottom was quickly becoming to sore, wriggled and voiced the throbbing sting that was growing in my bottom by yelping. 

   Mike stopped for a moment and gently stroked his hand over my bottom as I tried to catch my breath.  My bottom was well and truly warm and sore.

  With a quick are you ok and a nod from me, Mike resumed the spanking.  I bucked and squirmed as the sting was fastly becoming very painful. I couldn't hold it any longer as I burst into tears.  

   Tears ran down my cheeks as I cried and bawled as Mike finished the spanking. I don't know how many I got, even now I still don't know. When Mike helped me to my feet, I didn't run, I didn't try to leave the house. I jumped up and down on my toes, frantically rubbing my burning bottom. Mike took me into a hug. I hugged him back.

   After a few moments I got a hug from Bea as well before Mike helped me to sit down on the couch.

   I knew then what it was like to sit on a sore spanked bottom. It wasn't comfortable.

"I guess you've changed your mind now?" Mike asked.

"No." I found myself replying.

   It took me a good 20 minutes to stop squirming long enough to sip my fresh cup of tea and then begin to work out the rules, to which I still follow and occasionally break to this day.