It’s been over five years since I had a Mentor, or Daddy, with rules and accountability. Since that time, I have had: long mixed-up periods of leaving the ‘scene’ and coming back, being a spanking model and then not, wanting to meet new people and then feeling bad about myself for it not working out, and generally not looking after my health and overdoing things to the point of exhaustion and burnout. I was never this mixed up before, and so I decided I needed some help. As you know I’m the worst person in the world to ask or approach anyone for help, particularly when it comes to discipline. I am also put off because so many people call themselves ‘Disciplinarians’ or Mentors and are really just used to “funishment” or heavy role play and have little experience of the very real thing. It is a huge mental meeting of minds and accepting of roles that is either there or it isn’t.

It was easier when I went to a vanilla rehab retreat a few years ago and they confiscated my phone and I had a complete detox, but having someone to report to who will monitor my routine and behaviour, and spank my bottom when I’m naughty is a huge thing for me. I am very used to having mentoring and discipline but after a few years without it, I’ve pretty much done what I wanted and got away with more than I should have done as a ‘teenager’ (I have put the apostrophes in for you, not me).

After following quite a few popular spankers online, and liking their images and views on Domestic Discipline, only to find they are in the US and already super busy with other girls, I decided to see if I could find a Mentor in the UK. Anyway, I remember one of my friends had mentioned a Mentor in the UK called Markspanks121 on Twitter. From there I found his website and Fetlife page, liked what I read and took the brave step (for me) of writing to him. We chatted online in DM’s and had a facetime call which went well, so I decided to meet him. I had sent him a copy of my old rules and we discussed them and they were changed for the potential new situation I would be in with him. Having a Mentor, rather than a Daddy is more arms-length, less personal and less frequent in terms of regular meetings, so it’s not the same as someone who is more local and can come round and spank my bottom without any notice if I’ve deserved it. Things like choosing my clothes and checking my underwear, posting daily pictures, hours and hours of daily chat and videos, and going out together, travelling and overnight stays are not things that are usually part of a Mentor’s role. I think there has to be that distance, and also because he mentors lots of other girls that suits me right now in this situation.

He (I call him ‘Sir’ now) had already told me that I was going to be soundly spanked on our first meeting and to choose a punishment outfit that I would wear whenever I’m disciplined. I sent him some photos and he decided one of my school gymslips would be most appropriate. I took these pictures fast in a few minutes, just to show what I could be wearing as the main item, but he did tell me off for having an untidy bedroom and that I needed to tidy it right away or it would be added to the list and I would be spanked again! We agreed a meeting date and he sent me an email to set the scene, which gave me butterflies for three days before. I had no idea what his idea of a sound spanking was but as I was brought up with spankings at home before I was a model, he knew that it was not a game to me but part of my life. For the next few days, I had to write a journal, and let Sir know which rules I had broken and also send a weekly behaviour chart.

Note: At our first meeting Sir asked me to write a 1000 word essay as part of my homework and hand it in by the following week. As I have my blog he is happy I can include my mentoring in here (as I have always done when anything is a big part of my life), so he said I can include it in this post. Here it is with this title below he gave me for my homework essay:

How I felt meeting with Sir and being properly spanked

The doorbell rang, and I came to the door. I had been told to wear my punishment outfit, but as Sir was travelling quite a long way and it was the busy school holidays with limited parking here I didn’t want to have to go out into the street in it if I needed to help, so I wore my usual clothes and short skirt and tank top vest. I made a coffee and we sat down and chatted. He understood I’m a Middle, but he wanted to establish what age I am now. As I wrote in my post here six years ago, my Daddy knew I was around 14 then but said to him I acted closer to a nine year old because I also like little things, like a little (and still do). So now, I feel a couple of years older and being 16 is where I am now. He lectured me on what a sixteen year old girl should be doing with her time and how she should be behaving, and I knew from his voice and the words he used that I was soon going to be taught that as a teenager I won’t be getting my own way anymore. There were a few things I had confessed to him in my journal and he saw things in my behaviour chart, but I had no idea which things were the most serious and important and if I would be spanked every day for a week, because there were quite a lot! He told me leave the room and close the door and go and get changed into my punishment outfit. I know in the spanking and BDSM world it is very important to negotiate when doing a “scene”, but as he is a Mentor with good references and seemed to have a long history of dealing with naughty women I trusted him to know how to deal with teenagers too. I thought from our chat that he appreciated I’m not a scene player or pretending to be a teenager, so I believed he would deal with me in a Domestic Discipline situation as if he was in charge of me. I never used a safeword with my Daddy or a Mentor or any experience Disciplinarian after I had taken time to look them up, chat for a long time and choose to see them. Once I agree to go ahead I trust always my instincts. I have changed my mind about people before reporting to them for a proper discipline meeting only a couple of times, but that has been because I didn’t really connect with them at a party or if we played at a roulette event.

I was nervous when I got changed, and when I knocked on the door and came in Sir told me to go over to the fireplace and look in the mirror while he inspected my uniform. He lifted my skirt to see I was wearing white knickers as I was told to, and always should, and he seemed happy I was smart and tidy. He told me off and prepared me for my first introduction to his spankings, and he took the wooden straight back spanking chair I have at home and placed it in the centre of the room. I was told to go across his knee.

He immediately pulled my knickers down to my knees and started spanking me very hard. There was no warm up, this was a proper punishment spanking. After a minute or so my bottom was on fire but he spanked me all over and on the backs of my thighs, which hurt so much. I had not been spanked like that for a few years and it was like being back with my ex-Mentor Dr Williams, because I was being spanked like a naughty little girl and couldn’t do anything about it! After a long hard spanking I was sent to face the door, and he lifted my skirt up and pinned it so he could see how blazing red it already was. I was gently sobbing to myself and when I tried to rub the sting away, he told me to put my hands back on my head or I’d be spanked even more. I was given this corner time for about 15 minutes.

This was my warning spanking and OMG it was so painful and I was already apologetic and promising to be a good girl from now on. I was marched back to the fireplace and with my hands on my head, he lectured me again and spanked the backs of my legs even more as tried hard not to dance on the spot.

I thought we would have a break, but he wanted to talk to me about some seriously very naughty things I had done, that a sixteen year old should not be doing, and wouldn’t again after he had finished with me. I was also told I won’t be sitting down for a few days afterwards, which a lot of people have told me before but it was never that bad.

He marched me into the bedroom and sat on the bed and told me to face him with my skirt up. He read out the next serious thing I was going to be spanked for: Going on the back of a Quad bike downhill with a strange man in a foreign country without a crash helmet! I could have been killed and he wanted to make sure I knew how dangerous this was. Putting myself in danger is in my rules anyway and I had told him about this early on when I was on holiday. I was hauled across his knee with my knickers still down and he spanked me very very hard for a long time, and then used a heavy drilled wooden spanking paddle to spank me even harder across his knee. Being spanked so hard like this at home was not something I was used to for a while and I was kicking my legs a bit and sobbing into the duvet cover, and trying not to cover my bottom or I would get even more. When I thought it had finished he carried on and made sure every inch of my bottom was sore and throbbing. He told me to get up and stand in front of him again. I was wiping my eyes and trying so hard not to rub my bottom which I had no idea was already in a sorry state.

He then listed the next item I would be spanked for, which was going out for a 5 mile walk without my inhaler. I had left it at home, and when I got half way through I was out of breath and really wanted it with me as a comfort. Luckily my asthma is not so bad or life threatening, but on another day if I was dehydrated like I have been a few times when I had to call an emergency doctor, it might have been, so he wanted me to remember that. I was told to go across his knee again as he trapped my legs with his other leg. I was spanked long and hard with the wooden paddle for another long few minutes. He stopped and gave me some extra full force spanks on my sit spots, and checked they had all been covered right down to the bottom of my thighs. I was going out to a barbecue that evening and wanted to wear a short skirt, but he did warn me that I would find it embarrassing to go out in a tiny skirt and sit down afterwards and he was already right. He told me to face the mirror and he took this picture of my sorry bottom.

Finally, there was my late bedtimes. He was angry that I had deliberately disobeyed him after being told to turn off all electronic devices an hour before bedtime, but I chose to defy him so he was going to teach me another lesson. He spanked me across his knee with his hand for what seemed another long time, and a few final swats of the paddle were added as I cried and sobbed all over again. He scolded me and asked me what time bedtime was and what happens to naughty girls who don’t follow the rules. I had to repeat that “Sir will take my knickers taken down and spank my bare bottom long and hard”. I sobbed through my tears and took my time to reply, but he spanked me again until I did, and then carried on until he was satisfied with the answer.

After that it was more corner time facing the door for a long time and my blistered and bruised bottom was on display and so sore. He made me sit on the hard wooden chair which made me wince with pain. He sat down and talked and he gave me a final telling off, and to remind him again what happens to naughty girls who don’t follow the rules.

To top it all off, I made a stupid mistake of sighing after I had been warned during our facetime chat that eyerolling and sighing would mean a spanking. I have been spanked before for these things, but sometimes I don’t actually realise I’m doing it, until I’m told off and thrown across a knee . Sir got up, took me by the arm, lifting me up of the chair, and he sat down. He put me back across his knee and spanked me again over my already bruised and very sore bottom and thighs.

How do I feel now about my meeting with Sir and being properly spanked?

I am feeling so much better with my health. I am sleeping better, I have more energy and I feel good about myself again. Since I posted some of the pictures one or two of my friends have commented they thought it was severe for a first meeting. I think that depends on how you see the whole thing to do with corporal punishment and discipline. It’s fine to just find it all kinky and sexual, or hedonistic and an adult role play game, but some of us are not grown ups like you are, and just see it as domestic discipline at home from a parent or guardian or being in school. I missed out on a lot of my childhood that I will not explain why so in my head I’m still in it, but I’ve bored people enough with having to answer questions on it like I’m weird, when I’m just different. I didn’t expect my bottom to be so bruised and sore, but as I haven’t been spanked for a long time my bottom is like a new again and my skin is baby soft again so it was bound to be. I think Sir was very good with me and he gives big hugs and I have to stand on my tippy toes cos he’s tall and strong, but I know my place and that’s what I’m used to because it makes me feel safe and cared about. I did say to him that when he goes home if he changes his mind about being my mentor I will understand and not have any regrets or blame him, because I appreciate he is busy and may not have much time. I think he is totally the right type of person for me to be my Disciplinarian (I can only have one) so I hope he will carry on and see how it works out between us.

I had 100 lines to write afterwards too but I will save that for my next short post coming soon!.