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Denise’s Diary
by Mistress Twilight

Denise is a submissive woman in college. She lives with her dominant boyfriend Nicholas near campus. Though she tries to be good, Denise often finds herself over Nicholas’ lap getting her bottom spanked. What follows is Denise’s submissive diary entries. This journal is part of her training. I sometimes assign my submissives to keep one as well.

Part 1
I’m writing this as an assignment for Master Nicholas, my boyfriend. Lately, I’ve been getting into all sorts of trouble and getting spanking after spanking as a result. I can’t help but feel bratty afterward.

Nicholas was getting tired of my bratty attitude. He said he could give me yet another spanking but he didn’t think I would learn my lesson. So I’ve been instructed to keep a spanking journal to illustrate why I need a firm hand.

I was embarrassed starting this stupid journal and was determined not to have my fanny toasted so I wouldn’t have to write in it. But here I am with a tender bottom and a pen in my hand.

Today I skipped my Lit class to go out shopping with some my girlfriends. It’s a big class and I figured the professor would never notice if twenty people skipped out, let alone just me. Nicholas was at work and I was shopping on the opposite side of town. I figured I wouldn’t get caught.

Shopping for clothes is much better than sitting in my boring Lit class anyway. At the beginning of the semester the professor handed out a sheet that spelled out what was on the final. All I have to do is study what I need to ace it so why waste my time. One cut class is no big deal.

My heart practically stopped when Nicholas came up to us at the mall cafeteria. He acted surprised to see me and my friends but said nothing about me skipping class. He merely said he was on his lunch break and it was good to bump into us. Right before he left he turned to me and said he’d see me at home. I knew I was in big trouble.

The rest of the day I kept looking for some excuse to hang around campus. My last class got out and I briefly thought about hiding in the library for a few hours. I knew I was in for a good sound spanking when I got home. But I had just checked out books for a term paper and knew Nicholas wouldn’t buy that excuse. That would only make my punishment worse.

On the ride home I rehearsed my excuse. I already had read the assigned book for Lit class so it was pointless for me to sit through a boring lecture. Yeah, it was a pretty weak excuse. But it was all I had.

When I got home Nicholas was already there. Damn. I was hoping he’d have to work late so I could at least cook his favorite meal or something to soften him up. Well, I had to go into the house sometime. I did my best to steady my nerves and walked inside.

I barely had time to put down my backpack before Nicholas was questioning me.

“Denise, why were you at the mall today?”

Damn. When he says my name like that I get a chill down my back. My bottom already tingled in anticipation. I tried to explain I just wanted to go shopping but he cut me off.

“Going shopping is fine but skipping your class is not.”

I tried making an excuse but it just came out as a whine. “But I already know everything about the book. Why do I have to stick around for some boring discussion about it?”

“Because I expect you to be responsible and go to your classes.”

“But-“

“No buts…There’s no excuse for skipping class to go shopping.”

My excuse utterly failed so I tried the puppy eyes trick. That didn’t help either. No sooner had I batted my eyelashes and started to pout than Nicholas told me to get undressed.

I got out of my clothes quickly, not wanting to upset him more. He told me to get over his lap. That’s when I noticed the thick, wooden paddle sitting on the table.

“Not the paddle!”

”Don’t argue or I’ll get the cane. Get over my knees NOW.”

The cane was no idle threat. I had been punished with it before and didn’t want to feel it again. The threat of the cane was enough to get me over his knees fast.

At least he started with his hand. He slapped my ass playfully at first until I started grinding on his lap. Mmm, I thought, maybe this one could be fun?

Nicholas’ tone changed. “This isn’t for your enjoyment. This is punishment. If you insist on acting like a brat then I will treat you like one.”

He stopped spanking with his hand and reached for the paddle.

“Please stop! I promise I won’t skip class again.” I hated to beg but I hated the sting of that paddle even more. I knew how much it was going to hurt.

“I intend to make certain of that”, he scolded.

I felt the first smack. It was a sharp sting that made me yelp. But Nicholas didn’t even pause, he continued spanking me until my ass felt like it was on fire. I tried to hold still but the sting was growing so much I couldn’t help but squirm and kick.

Nicholas sandwiched my legs between his to hold me in place. My hand flew over my ass instinctively; I knew he was going to really lay into me. He grabbed my arm and held it behind my back far away from my bottom.

There was nothing I could do but take my punishment. I tried to bite my lip so I wouldn’t yelp but that lasted about twenty seconds. This was no playful spanking! My behind was was on fire! And Nicholas had to spank my thighs which made me start sniffling.

I was crying by the time he stopped. He let me stand up and my hands immediately flew straight to my bottom. It felt so hot I knew it was bright red.

Nicholas told me to get dressed and to start a term paper that was due the following week. As I was putting on my clothes I noticed the time. My favorite show was about to come on. I tried to reason with him. Surely I could do my homework later.

“Your punishment was supposed to remind you of your responsibilities. I would expect you would be cooperative and do your paper instead of trying to loaf in front of the TV.”

“But-“ I knew I shouldn’t pout but I couldn’t help it. This wasn’t fair!

“No buts. Your television and phone privileges are cut off for tonight. Your only focus will be on your paper and your spanking journal.”

“My spanking journal!”

By his smirk I could tell Nicholas was enjoying himself. “Yes, your spanking journal. Every time you get punished you’re to make an entry. Perhaps that will teach you why you need a firm hand.”

So here I am, stuck up in my room. And all I can do is write my term paper or write in this journal. I didn’t know my TV watching and phone calls were a privilege. I mean it’s not like I’m a child right? I bet Nicholas just made that up on the spot. But I know better than to argue. It will just get me another spanking. At least now I can rub my butt without him seeing.