adelina, you didn't answer the question yourself!
Actually, maybe you kinda did.
As for Kaylex's answer, I think her kind of answer would qualify. I was differentiating between discipline with the subs/bottoms because I think that with those who practice discipline, most (if not every) punishment would be an "I don't want to!" moment. I know with me, it is! I am not "in the mood" EVER to be truly disciplined.
With the Doms/Tops it might be different. Altho, by the same reasoning I guess it could be said that most of them do not really ever "want" to dole out a true discipline spanking either.
Here is the excerpt from my blog for those who may not have read it, to better illustrate what had gotten this muse started, altho it was something that I normally would like to have been doing. I guess you can turn this scenario around, if a Top has had a bad day or tiresome day at work and just doesn't feel like tying his sub up and dragging out the implements for hours of D/s play when all he wants to do is go to bed. Y'know?
(*Zed is RG)
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Well, apparently on this particular night, Zed was in the mood for some hanky-spanky. When it came time to go to bed (and therefore get amorous), he got into his forceful mode. Giving me commands and such. When I removed my clothing, he sat on the bed and I kinda backed away and said, “No, I don’t want that.”
And I meant it.
...............I am not certain if he realized I was serious or doing the normal playful “no-no-no” when it means “yes-yes-yes”. In any case, he took my arm and started to pull me over his knee as he sat on the bed.
................So over I went. I uttered another weak protest, but he paid me no mind and began to smack my bottom with his hand. I could very easily tell that he was not slapping very hard, but it stung pretty badly nonetheless. I can only attribute it to............... or perhaps it was the phenomenon that happens when your mentality is not wrapped around what’s going on, and you lack the frame of mind to endure it like you normally do. I tried to grit my teeth and bear it, telling myself that it probably wouldn’t last long and would be over with soon.
But, since it was stinging much more than it normally seems to, I started wiggling sincerely and saying, “I don’t want to do this.”
Zed stopped spanking me. “What?” he asked as if he hadn’t heard me. He probably hadn’t since I was talking so low and not in an assertive voice.
“I – I don’t want to be spanked.”
He paused a moment, then said, “It’s not up to you, is it?”
.........................So, despite the sting in my backside, I answered Zed’s question with a, “No.”
“Who decides when this bottom gets spanked?” he asked me.
“You.”
“It’s not you, is it?”
“No.”
“What??”
And I said it willingly, with the realization fresh. “No, Sir.”
With that, he resumed smacking. And I endured it as was required. It still stung. I still didn’t like it at all. I even almost wished that I hadn’t asked for sex if this is what needed to be done to get there. But I also remained peaceful that according to the gift of submission that I had given to him, for the one who does so much for me and rarely asks much in return, that it was perfectly well within his right to take what was pleasing to him.
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oh, and Batman.....have you EVER not been in the mood at the moment to do the same kind of play when dotty was?
sarah