Bad Bad Girl

“God help the girls you are with then,” Rebecca murmured, half joking. “Caine can be a real hardass.”

“Yeah, well, I can too.”

“So from then on you were in DD relationships?”

“Yes and no. I had a lot of learning to do. I mostly played around with it, and explored BDSM a bit. To really be in a Domestic Discipline relationship, you have to be committed. Commitment wasn’t my strong suit.”

“You’ve never been in a committed relationship?” she asked.

“Maybe two. I wasn’t good at them, but I sure as hell gave it my all.” The buzz of the tattoo gun and his constant chatting almost put Rebecca into a trance. The pain seemed to fade with his voice.

“I was married once,” she confessed. “The difference being that I didn’t give it my all. By the time I realized I probably needed to, it was too late.” Opening up to Sawyer was so easy. Sort of similar to how you can open up to your hairdresser. “So you feel spanking your girlfriends makes things better?”

“I do.”

“Why? How?”

“It’s about dynamics. A man wants to feel like a man, and a woman wants to feel like a woman. The roles of DD allow the man to release his alpha tendencies, and the woman is allowed to let her femininity and submissive nature surface. When a couple fights, the roles and dynamics get all muddled up. Everything blends, which causes the eruption. The woman is trying to be alpha. The man feels like it is being stripped from him. The woman doesn’t feel loved and protected, and so on and so forth. When you stop all the fighting with the DD dynamic, whether it is via spanking or some other sort of discipline, it allows nature to step in. It’s in our make up. It’s who we are deep down. Alpha and submissive.”

“I’m alpha,” Rebecca threw in.

“No you aren’t. You just feel you have to be alpha to get respect,” Sawyer countered. “But if you were given the respect, shown the respect, and truly respected by the man you loved, you wouldn’t feel the need to bang your fists on your chest and attempt to be the alpha dog. Wouldn’t you rather have someone care, nurture, love, protect, and cherish you in every way?”

“Well, of course. But I don’t see how spanking makes that all happen.”

“Spanking isn’t Domestic Discipline. It is just a tool of it. You can’t have the man be in control and the leader of the relationship without some sort of tool.”

“So spanking is just used as a way to make the woman submissive?” The conversation they were having truly was fascinating. Rebecca regretted not really sitting down and listening to her friends. It was fair to say that Sawyer was right. She had been judging.

“Yes, and it does. If it’s done correctly, that is.”

“But it just sounds like the woman has to be weak. Why would she allow someone else to lead her?”

“Actually, it is quite the opposite. Women in DD relationships are extremely strong. It takes more strength than you know to give up the constant fight. They are handing the alpha role over to the man they love and trust on their own terms, rather than having him try to steal it in a battle of wills. It also takes a lot of wisdom and patience. They can see beyond the whole, ‘I am woman hear me roar’ thing. They don’t have anything to prove. They are comfortable with who they are and what they are without having to fight to be heard. And when they allow themselves to truly be a woman and stop trying to be what they aren’t, they are happier, more content, and can allow the love of a man. They realize it isn’t a competition anymore.” Sawyer stopped tattooing for a minute and let out a laugh.

“What’s so funny?” Rebecca asked, looking over her shoulder at him.

“Jesus, I sound like I should write a how-to book. Sorry, I just went on a rant.”

She smiled, taking him in, seeing a gentler, wiser side of the man. “No, thank you for doing so. Hearing you explain it… it really is starting to make sense. I can see why my friends choose to practice it.” She turned around and he started to tattoo her again. “I think a lot would depend on the man. I can’t even imagine my ex-husband leading anything, especially me.”

“Exactly. Not every man is strong enough. And the man who thinks he is all alpha and pounds his chest isn’t right, either. It takes patience, control, sensitivity, and a whole lot of putting the female first.”

Rebecca huffed. “Isn’t that what every woman wants? To be put first?”

“Yeah, and if you look at the DD relationships you know, wouldn’t you say the men dote on their women? Aren’t they loving, protective and would die for them?”