DANA’S DISCIPLINE DIARY
April 28 – May 9, 2014
Bobbi-Jo came to see me for her spanking session and it had only been 12 days since her last session. She sees me once a month now and since I will be doing some traveling this month she wanted to see me sooner rather than later.
Bobbi-Jo is a sensitive sweet lady and suffers a lot of internal pain from her past, which we’re trying to work through. She always cries during her spanking, letting the pain go and feeling the love I have for her with each smack on her bare bottom. I gently scold her and tell her to release those bad thoughts that cloud her mind and make her sad, and replace those thoughts with all the good that has come to her now. She says my spankings help her feel better about herself and this makes me happy.
She had a wonderful time at BBW and met many new friends. She made sure she attended as many activities as she could and I was very proud of how she mixed and mingled with people and didn’t spend a lot of time in her room brooding.
The highlight of the party for her, was meeting Richard Windsor which resulted in him taking her over his lap and spanking her. She wore a white skirt and white panties for the occasion, just in case Richard asked her to play, and her long-time wish came true. I wasn’t at the suite party where all this took place and didn’t know until we got together the next day to share a ride to the airport. I was so happy for her! And Bobbi-Jo was ecstatic but there was an incident after she left Richard that ruined her after glow. Apparently she took her name tag off and stuck it in her pocket before she went over Richard’s lap and when she left the room she forgot to pin it back on to be visible to the security team. It’s their policy that all invited guests wear their name tags when they are on the spanking floors or ballroom events, which is understandable because you don’t want vanilla folk wandering around and nosing into our business. Well, Bobbi-Jo got scolded for not wearing her tag and, being the sensitive sort she is, felt terrible about it. I talked to her and tried to make her forget about it but I knew she would carry it around with her until I spanked it out of her.
Sure enough, when she arrived for her session this week the first thing she started talking about was the name tag incident and how bad she still felt. I wasted no time in getting her into the spanking room, pulling her jeans and panties down, and turning her over my knee. She likes to chat at the beginning and I warm her up good with my hand while she chats away, then I add my leather straps. I planned on having her lie on the bed for a good strapping and I had 3 of my favorite straps picked out for her. I gave her a long strapping with each implement then rubbed some lotion and started all over again. She almost had to use her safe word – one of the straps is pretty nasty and that was the one that almost made her clench her cheeks and put her hands back to protect her bottom. I can read her body language very well and know when to stop and give her a break.
I sat back on the bed and used my wooden implements next – 2 hairbrushes, wooden paddles and a new paddle Bobbi-Jo bought from Sarah at the vendor’s fair. That was a really good paddle and I flipped it around and used the handle part of it on her sweet spots. That made her jump! I knew she was getting close to tears and I knew she had to get rid of those bad thoughts that put a cloud over her experience with Richard. I pushed the wood aside and spanked her with my hand – hard and steady and scolded her for being so silly. I told her I loved her and wouldn’t let anyone hurt her again. She is my good girl and she is better than that mean person who hurt her feelings. The sobs started and the tears flowed and I kept on spanking her until she had cried it all out. I got her up and scooted down on the bed and wrapped her in my arms and held her tight while she continued to cry. I rubbed her back and told her she was a good girl and I loved her. After awhile the tears and sobs stopped and she started talking about happier things and all the good times she had at the party. She plans to go again next year and I’m glad that one sour note didn’t scare her away.
That’s it for this week. I’m on my way out of town for a Mother’s Day get-away. Happy Mother’s Day to all you special ladies out there who have devoted most of your life to your children.
‘Til next week – behave!