Discipline Session at Home Office

I'm an associate professor in my mid-fifties who has been engaging in a DDLG relationship with my partner for the past five years. She's taken on the role of a Mommy, and I've embraced that of her little boy. Our dynamic is quite explicit in its physical nature, especially during our sessions where discipline and training are involved. One evening after an argument about chores being neglected, she brought me to my home office for a disciplinary session. She started with stern lectures on responsibility and independence, which usually precedes the physical aspect of our play. As I knelt before her desk, awaiting further instruction, she began by spanking me with a paddle, her hands were firm but not harsh. Following that, she blindfolded me and tied my wrists to the chair's arms, then proceeded to whip my back with a riding crop, a ritual marking my mistakes. Each strike was deliberate; I could feel the welts forming under her handiwork. Despite the pain, there’s an intimate connection formed during these intense sessions that bonds us closer than ever. We concluded by sharing aftercare, kisses and soothing caresses, that help us to reestablish our affectionate relationship outside of our roleplay.