I did the " very scientific experiement" but I did it in person and here are my results:

Link for original: https://www.reddit.com/r/BratLife/s/7bssOquBrp

First, on his way home, I demanded he grab provolone cheese for sandwiches. Which he wanted also so I knew he would still get it. When he got home, I asked if he remembered my wheat bread too and he said "No" but I saw it in the bag. So I pointed it out and said "Good boy, now sit, bark, and tell me you love me."

I had planned to run...but I didnt get away fast enough. He grabbed my hair and started swinging on my ass. Several smacks later, he lets me go and I run to grab the broom that I had originally planned for defense prior to my first beating. " Back!" I yell. "Down Boy!! Bad!" I point the broom at him and he smiles as he walks closer.

"Did you just grab something else for me to use to smack you with?" He asks. I back away but start swinging yelling at him to stay back. (Of course, laughing the whole time because, hey, why not?" He manages to get close enough to grab the broom. I hold on tightly and he tries wrenching it from my hands, but I dont give up the fight that easy.

"Bad!" I yell again, but he gets the broom over my head and shoves it into the back side of my neck pushing me down over the side of our couch. Im still hanging on but I know what's coming next.

He smacks me several more times with his hand and manages to get the broom from me. Then smacks me several times with the broom handle.

He lets me go and lights up a cigarette. "What did you learn?" He asks me. I realize I have another opportunity to "behave" and I take it.

"Ive learned I have such a nice, sweet, SOFT Dom!!" I smile sweetly to him and he gives me a side eye.

"Is THAT what you learned?" I nod happily. He goes into his drawer and pulls out the paddle and I run. Just then, he gets a phone call and sits to take it. I realize I have time to hide. I get under the table and wait...hell never find me, right? (Honestly, i thought hed have to look for a monute because the table was close up against the wall and several chairs blocking the view of me...must have heard me getting in there)

He walks in, still on call, paddle in hand. I see him and he just bends down and looks me right in the eye under the table. 😬😳😳 he tells the other person he needs to call them back. I quickley get myself back up and stay on the other side of the table.

He walks over and moves to one side of the table and I move to the other side. He shoves the table the rest of the way to the wall so I no longer have my escape. He keeps the table firmly in place while he casually walks around to the other side. He smacks me several times and lets me go. I get out from behind the table and he asks me "What were you saying?" I begin my next escape plan while casually walking away.

But hes getting wiser, he grabs my hair to stop me and smacks me again. "What were you saying?" He asks again.

"UMMMM something about you being a Dom?" I say. I wait to see if that is sufficient enough of an answer. Nope...he smacks me again.

"What were you saying?" He still has my hair and is pulling my head to a fro like a dance.

"Something about you being nice and sweet?" I say. Again, not the right answer. He smacks me.

"You were talking shit, werent you?" He points out. I laugh. Apprently, thats not the right answer either...so picky...he shoves me back over the side of the couch and smacks me several more times. I laugh more and this justt gets him more riled up. "I know what my problem is..." he starts telling me. "This paddle is too flimsy. I will have to start looking for something more solid..."

"I guess so" I challenge him. But he walks back over to his sandwich to finish making it. I think Im clear, so I add in some flair. "Thanks buttercup" i tell him. He stops, turns and i run again. He gets me AGAIN (man I need to go for more runs to get away faster...) and bends me over...but this time hea prepared with something new...spmething harder. He smacks me several times with a spoon. It hurts good.

He tells me about how his nana used those when they were kids and it was pretty effective. I swiftly exit the room and on my way out ask "Are you sure?" Why do I not have enough hiding spots in this house? I run to our room and try to keep him out but manages to get in. I fall on the bed and he grabs my whole body and tosses it over to have access to my butt. He whispers in my ear "I guess you can just tell me when you're ready to be a good girl" and he starts smacking...and smacking...and smacking.

"Im ready to be a good girl" I tell him. He stops and grabs my ass and squeezes.

"Damn, even I can feel the heat through your pants" he tells me...

So here it is, my ass for all of you to enjoy!!! Theres some bruises forming and it definitely stings! I may feel it in the morning y'all! Total win!!