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18 – Red Beans and Rice.

Written by Marie on October 7, 2018. Posted in Punishment, Submission. 8 Comments on 18 – Red Beans and Rice.

LONG post – sorry, but hopefully you will understand…. and read through anyway. 🙂

So today was NOT my best day. And Sir is requiring a blog posting about it “now”. So here i am, being vulnerable, and telling you how my day has gone.

USEFUL STORY FACTS.

Let me tell you about how my day started…

#1 – our son had a failed attempt to spend the night with a friend last night. A friend was having a sleep over and at 3:00 am this morning son texted me asking to go get him and bring him home. The (teen) boys had had a fight and he just wanted to leave. So i was up earlyyyyy. And i (basically) didn’t go back to sleep after getting him home and listening to him tell me the “whole story”.

#2 – a friend who lives out of State, who i haven’t seen in 10- years was in town for just the weekend and (after getting Sir’s approval) we agreed to get together this morning. And i was super excited to get to see her today.

#3 – David was going to church early due to being on technical team and the original plan was that i would drop our son at church, and then go see said friend from there. (i was allowed to miss to go see my friend).

So with that. i texted David at 8:00am to report the events with our son and to confirm it was okay for our son to skip church also. Well, like all texting convos, while i was telling him about our son, he was asking me to do some tasks before i left.

He asked that i would rinse the RED BEANS and put them in water to soak. And if i did that, the beans would then be ready to go when he was home from church, so he would set them to cooking to be ready for tonight’s dinner.

He proceeded to give me explicit directions on EXACTLY what to do to get the beans soaking in the way he wanted them. This was all via text and between me saying, “yes Sir” i would also write more about our son’s mishaps that occurred overnight and got permission to allow our son to sleep in and also miss church.

So with that, i went to the shower, dressed, and left the house. Went to meet my friend. Off and on texting with Sir about having fun, etc.

And a bit later, i received a text from Sir that said, “Forget something??” after he had gotten home from church.

Oh crap. i forgot the beans. How to respond? NO WAY i can deny that i didn’t know how to do it. He texted EVERY step.

i responded, “Yes Sir. i did. i forgot the beans. i’m so very sorry”.

To which i received a text saying “What ELSE?“

What else?! Uhmm. NO idea…. Yikes.

i responded, “i’m not sure i know of anything else Sir.”

To which i received a text saying, “Your Collar?!”

(i have a collar that while it’s not been exactly or explicitly made clear when it is expected to be on or off, i basically “just know”. And it is basically, “All the time, but especially when leaving the house”. So i knew this was a time i should have worn it!)

Oh double crap. i clearly wasn’t thinking about anything Sir wanted or expected when i was dressing and leaving to meet with my friend!

i responded, “yes Sir. i have failed to wear it today. i’m sorry.”

To which i received a “Hmm” text back. Oh triple crap. NOT good!

Well, he didn’t text again. And the entire thing weighed heavy on my mind the rest of my friend meeting. And i texted, “i’m heading home now” at the conclusion of our meeting.

And i got a text back that said, “You need to stop and buy a bag of Red beans.”

“Yes Sir”.

i did.

And with that, Sir greets me and says, “I’m going to take a nap. We will deal with you after that!”

The waiting continues. The weight on my mind is NOT alleviated at ALL yet.

After Sir gets up, he says, “Go to the bedroom, take off all your clothes, put ON YOUR COLLAR and wait for me on the bed. I’m going to order pizza so we have SOMETHING to eat for dinner!”

Five very long minutes later…..

He comes in, with the bag of red beans that i had bought, and says, “You’ve had trouble listening and follow through with tasks today. When I tell you to do something, I expect it to be done. Now you have to learn a lesson.”

And he proceeded to pour the beans onto the floor, near the wall. He points to it. He says “Kneel. Now. Put your nose to the wall. You will be here until the pizza is delivered.”

And he left.

WELL – the first thoughts i had was, “This isn’t as bad as i feared. In fact, i’m not sure this will be any consequence or punishment at all!” But that feeling did NOT last long!

The minutes ticked away. My knees started to feel it. i shifted my weight from left to right. i thought, “Wow, that hurt!” but i also felt the beans “move”. Well, i wasn’t too sure how Sir would respond if he came back and found that the beans were basically NOT under my knees. So i leaned back, pushed them together in a cohesive pile, and went back to position.

OH MY GOSH. MISTAKE. THAT HURT!

And i waited. My back was starting to hurt from leaning into the wall for my nose to touch. So now my knees AND my back hurt.

And he came back. He asked, “How are we doing??” i had NO real idea how to respond. i worried that saying i was in pain would seem like a complaint, but to NOT say that would be a lie. So i opted for the truth to which he responded with, “GOOD!”

That’s when he slipped his fingers between my legs and i squirmed. OUCH. That squirm made the beans shift and sent pain through my knees. He saw the movement and said, “DO NOT MOVE! And don’t even think of Coming!”. He rubbed my clit and it was wet in an instant. i always get wet when he touches me. And then he pushed a finger in my ass. In. Out. In. Out. Deeper in. All the way out. Faster in. Faster out.

My head leaned back. i could feel the orgasm building. And he said, “Nose on the wall! I said do NOT move!” and he pulled fingers out and slapped my ass. Over and over. And while it didn’t hurt, it did a nice warm-up too! And i did not and was not allowed to cum.

And he left.

And i waited. And the beans shifted. So i shuffled them back together. Again. And IT HURT! You’d think i’d have learned the first time! But no, i didn’t. This time, tears came to my eyes when i made myself get back in place.

45-long-minutes-later, i heard the door bell ring. i was never so happy to hear that bell!

And just a couple of minutes after that, Sir came in and asked, “Have you learned that you need to remember to do as i ask?”

“Oh yes, Sir, i have!”

“Do your knees hurt?”

“Oh yes, Sir, they do!”

“Good!” (then he told me to stand, gave me forgiveness kisses and hugs) and he also said, “Now get dressed, get a Ziploc and clean up the beans. Do not throw them away. Keep them. i may need to repeat this at some point! Then take a picture of your knees. Keep it as a reminder. And let’s go eat dinner… albeit PIZZA and NOT red beans and rice!”

“Yes Sir”

And we ate Pizza. Afterward he said, “Now go blog about this. I want you to remember this! and post the Picture with it”

In case you are wondering, YES, those are my knees in this picture above. (Sexy, right?! LOL). And 2-hours later, they are still indented, although not as bad. And they still sting too!

Red beans will be tomorrow’s meal. And i hope to NEVER have this repeated.

Hugs and Kisses ~

Marie

17 – To Maintenance or Not to Maintenance?

Written by Marie on October 6, 2018. Posted in Uncategorized. 2 Comments on 17 – To Maintenance or Not to Maintenance?

A few Deep Thoughts on Spanking… the “just because” kind… or Maintenance… whatever you want to call it.

Whatever you call it, the gist is common and goes like this, “Because I like what you are doing, and I want it to continue, so I’m going to spank you to reinforce that behavior.”

i have to admit this entire concept has been a struggle for me. If i haven’t done anything WRONG, then WHY do i DESERVE a punishment? Shouldn’t you just punish the bad and reward the good?

And WHY have i struggled with this? Okay, so i see a cause/effect relationship between that goes like this: doing something wrong equals spankings. Doing what is expected equals NOT getting spankings.

But when there is NOTHING to spank for, but a spanking results, well, isn’t it then …….abuse? (That is a little word with a HUGE implication! Trust me, keep reading…)

i probably ought to tell you how idefine “abuse”. Quite simply, i think it is “unwilling”. Unwilling to submit, unwilling to agree to be spanked (or any type of discipline), or un-desirable of what is happening…. but if it were to happen anyway…. that would equal abuse.

So how to reconcile all of this?!? Well today, i changed my attitude about this.

Let me back up just a tad and lay the ground work to tell you HOW i got to the place that resulted in this changed attitude…..

As of late, i’ve had a lottttt to do at work and its caused a lottttt of stress. Well, when i get stressed, i struggle to submit. In fact, i struggle to be anything but selfish. Generally, i don’t treat many people with respect, and certainly not David, to whom i have been married to for 18 years now.

Not that i intend to be “mean” to anyone really, especially David, but just like that phrase, “We take it out on the ones we love the most”, that’s basically what happens for me. Let me say that this behavior isn’t an out-an-out “bad girl and deserve a spanking right NOW” kind of struggle. Rather it’s more of a short, snappy, rude, and well, disrespectful responses. And as an aside, since beginning DD, i’ve actually been LESS rude and LESS inappropriate than it would’ve been before DD. But still.

So today, i knew i’d gone too far really. i knew that Sir was being kind to me and letting things slide because of this stress i’ve had. But, in a way, i’ve abused him (emotionally) by being so mean and so rude and so disrepectful!

Realistically, i knew the answer was to encourage Sir to administer a spanking. i told Sir how i think regular maintenance would be good. It would reinforce the good, discourage the bad….

And let’s face it… Maintenance keeps things running properly.

Even my A/C needs maintenance. It’s cheaper when the AC company comes and checks on it BEFORE it breaks. It also creates far fewer of the less-than-desirable hot house days (when it breaks, it would be miserable in Texas!).

So using that same analogy… but applying it to maintenance spankings….. it is far better to reinforce the positive, keep things on track before it has a chance to break, and far less miserable if the ‘bad behavior’ were to NOT happen and cause things would break.

Hence – maintenance is GOOD for my AC and for ME. 🙂

Sir didn’t disappoint. He prefers the paddle. So much so, we’ve never used the belt. i requested that he use the belt today. And it stung in **the** spot it hit. The end of it ‘snapped’ at my bottom and stung exactly where it hit. Unfortunately for me, Sir kept hitting in the exact-same-spot. So wow, did it really stink!

i debated if it would be out of line to ask Sir to move to a different spot. But since i already asked for maintenance AND the belt, i decided to keep my mouth shut at this third request in the midst of the spanking moment.

And sure enough, after he was done, he asked me how i felt. (Glad i didn’t open my mouth in the middle!). i said, “the maintenance was needed. i hope to have that happen regularly. And to the belt, when it hit over and over again in the exact same spot, it stung pretty good and was more painful than the paddle – but only in THAT spot. Whereas the paddle stings ALL over due to the all over coverage. If possible, in the future, if you could move around a bit more it would be better.”

To which he said, “First off, you are TELLING me how to administer spankings… and I don’t care for that! But second, you say ‘better’ if I move around. Better for WHO? YOU?” and he shook his finger at me and continued with “THAT is not your call either”.

But i bet the next time he uses the belt, he will move it around. 🙂

So to maintenance or not to maintenance is the question at hand? Well, assuming there is a “next time”….for maintenance… or with the belt…..but frankly, i hope there IS a next time. Because i don’t see this as “ABUSE” in any way because NOW i see the positive and i am willingly submitting to Sir. And i don’t want to ABUSE him either. His kindness is overwhelming and i shouldn’t have the ability to use it (to my advantage) to the point that it becomes a way to tip the power/ control in my favor… or inflict mental abuse on Sir.

So i’m pretty sure there will be a next time.

And TO MAINTENANCE is my verdict and final answer.

Hugs and Kisses ~

Marie

16 – Submit even when you aren’t “Feeling it”

Written by Marie on October 3, 2018. Posted in Submission. No Comments on 16 – Submit even when you aren’t “Feeling it”

i don’t know WHY i was having a “bad day”…. But i was. Yesterday, i wasn’t “feeling it”. i wasn’t feeling work, cooking, eating, nothing. i just kinda wanted to be alone in my alone world. In fact, i was feeling quite selfish overall. i didn’t really recognize it for what it was until Sir pointed it out to me.

He said, “You are having a lot of trouble with this Submission thing today!” And my first thought was, “No I’m not!”. (Notice the capital “I”?? Read this post about that: https://wordpress.com/post/lovingdisciplinelife.com/69).

While i didn’t say it, it was true. And i didn’t even realize it at the time either.

But he would be right.

So let me back up to the morning….. rewind….. yesterday morning….

i was horny. He knew it. And he had to leave before me. So he told me to masturbate. But because we are doing Orgasm control too (see this post for more on that: https://wordpress.com/post/lovingdisciplinelife.com/95), he told me i had to “Masturbate to the edge, but DO NOT CUM, 4 x’s on repeat and THEN ask permission to cum.”

So that’s exactly what i did. And he said i could. And i was SO thankful. i wouldn’t have been happy at all if he’d said no. But alas, he didn’t, so i did. And boy was it sooooo nice!

But THEN, he texted about 2-minutes later and said, “But now you have to wear the tack bra for having masturbated 2-days ago without permission.” (Which i had and he busted me on!).

i begged, “NO please, Sir. i really need to focus at work today and i don’t want to have to wear that. Can i just wear it from the time i get home?!” And he did (Thankfully) relent.

And nothing else was said about it. And my work day was stressful. i came home tired and feeling so tired. And since NOTHING else had been said about it, when i got home, i didn’t put on the tack bra.

Then an hour later, i got in my favorite PJ’s (NOT his favorite – pants, top, made of cotton, super soft, but super “mom” and not at all “sexy”). And didn’t say a word, just climbed into bed to play on my ipad a bit.

THAT was when he came in and told me i was struggling to be submissive. i think he knew i didn’t have the tack bra on. But he more-or-less let it go. And i was happy.

Then today came….

And i felt guilty. i felt very un-submissive in my behavior yesterday. So without being told or asked, i just put on the tack bra anyway.

Now you have to understand, this was **THE** first time i’d actually been told to wear it since it was made. But he told me, “If you make it, you better be prepared to wear it!” – and i wasn’t!

At least last night. But today, i was determined to be a better submissive wife.

OUCH!

Okay, so putting it on wasn’t a big deal – not as much as i’d imagined anyway. My imagination had gone crazy thinking how awful this would be. So i went about getting ready for work.

And Sir texted me. And here’s how the texting went:

Sir: “You should cum”.

Me: well, i had to clarify, “Is that a suggestion or a requirement?”

Sir: one word, “Requirement”.

Me: “i’m not exactly feeling horny. Do i have to?”

Sir: “You need to start realizing that it doesn’t matter if you ‘feel’ it or not. Now DO IT!”

Me: “Yes Sir”.

Sir: “Send me a picture”.

And the picture had the tack bra showing in it too.

Sir then texts: “You put it on? Without me telling you?”

Me: “Technically speaking, you DID tell me to put it on and i felt particularly unsubmissive in my actions and behaviors yesterday, and needed to make amends.”

Sir: “Good girl!”

Me: But oh-my-gosh – after moving around to masturbate and cum – when i wasn’t even horny and had to get myself to that point without ‘feeling it’ was PAINFUL with a tack bra on! Holy H-E-Double Hocky sticks!

Me to Sir: “Sir, i know you told me to wear this. And technically, i have. But it is SERIOUSLY hurting already and i haven’t left the house. Can i have permission to NOT wear it to work, please?”

Sir: “Because you recognize your own need for discipline and because you realize you did not follow orders without having to make me administer discipline, I will allow you to not wear it to work. This time. But get your attitude in check, and remember YOU ARE NOT IN CHARGE AT ALL ANYMORE! or next time you WILL wear it out of the house until i tell you otherwise!”

Me: “OH THANK YOU SIR!”

SO – Sir is seriously taking on the Dom role nicely. i am having to learn that i am really NOT in control anymore. i have to remember that even when i don’t ‘feel like it”, Sir just might be. And i am not capital, but lower case.

And i love it! i wouldn’t have it any other way.

Next time though – my breasts may take a beating, right along with my ass too. Let’s hope i’ve learned my lesson and don’t “FEEL” particularly unsubmissive anytime too soon!
Hugs and Kisses ~

Marie

15 – “Pain is weakness leaving the body”

Written by Marie on September 30, 2018. Posted in Uncategorized. 2 Comments on 15 – “Pain is weakness leaving the body”

Sir played in a golf tournament sponsored by the Marines this week. He came home with a black shirt, in my size, (man’s style, but still…) and he handed it to me and said, “I figured you’d like this. I got it for you.”

When i looked at the shirt, it had the quote that is the title of this post. And it made me think about how true it is! And how it “fits” the answer to “WHY DO YOU WANT TO BE IN A DD RELATIONSHIP?:

Seriously, that’s probably the #1 question i even asked of others when i learned about this. “WHY” would you want someone else – another adult – to have the ability to inflict intentional pain on you?

In fact, recently Sir asked me the same thing. “How is it that you tell me it hurts and want the spanking to end… but when we aren’t ‘in the act’ you tell me how much you like it and want it and need it? How is it that you want the pain but you don’t like the pain?”

Well, if even David is wondering….. why…. or how …. that i could want and need this… i thought maybe you might be thinking these same things too. So now it an excellent time to address this. i hope i do the subject and this blog justice in an attempt to explain it from a sub’s perspective.

When i saw the T-Shirt with this quote on it, i felt it truly defined my thoughts. i don’t pretend to say i’m a Marine or feel the “Same” pain as them. i admire and respect ALL military people! i thank them for the service they have done. i am myself a product of TWO (Army) parents. (That’s another blog altogether).

But this quote has seriously spoke to my heart and i think it is the best way to start to explain my submissive nature and just WHY i think domestic discipline and spankings are the way for me/ us.

So let’s start breaking it down — > one-word-at-a-time.

PAIN. Pain comes in many forms. And i personally believe that we all feel “alive” with pain.

Even when you cut yourself, say even a paper cut, and you start bleeding. That feeling is “pain” but it causes you to be hyper-attentive to that very spot on your body. And the thought that “how could this slight and small cut hurt THIS much?” But it makes us feel ALIVE.

When Sir spanks me, i feel ALIVE. Yes, it hurts. But i feel ALIVE.

IS. Okay, so what can i say about one word? Well, “IS” is a verb. It is action. It is in present tense even. You have to be IN THE MOMENT.

Anytime the word “IS” is used, someone is DOING something. In this case, Sir IS inflicting pain.

i love being in the moment, doing things together, and being connected…. To David….. To my husband……………………. To my Sir.

WEAKNESS. Weakness. Defined as a “state of condition of lacking strength.” The weakness, or lack of strength, in this case is with respect to the action that i look that lead to my position of needing discipline. Maybe i broke the rules, maybe i did it on purpose, maybe i didn’t care about the consequences and did it anyway, but maybe it was just accidental or ‘in the moment’. No matter WHY the weakness came out, it did. It showed itself and it exists.

And the only way to eliminate weakness is to get stronger. “HOW” do we get stronger? Well, i suppose it depends on what the weakness is.

LEAVING THE BODY. Okay, so that’s three words. i get it. But these three words can easily go together. When the pain gets out of the body, the body is left with strength. Strength to do better, both physically and mentally.

And in the case of domestic discipline, after a spanking, the pain is literally radiating from my ass with redness and tingling and sensitivity to the touch.

If a discipline is strong enough, the weakness will be eradicated and be replaced with strength. Strength to do better in the future. Strength to remember the consequences. To CARE about the consequences. To WANT to do better. And to ultimately, succeed.

And…… i enjoy the process.

The process of being a better person, wife, mom, business woman, and …..submissive…. is worth the pain. The pain forces the weakness to be gone. To leave my body.

And what is left is strength and passion and focus on being a better person, wife, mom, business woman and submissive.

i don’t think i’ll ever ‘graduate’ to being able to NOT have earned spankings. i think there will always be weaknesses that need to be forced out. i think there will always be a need to reinforce the process of doing good and being the best submissive wife possible.

But i do enjoy the process!

But why spankings and doesn’t it hurt? and so why submit?

The theory behind all of the above is SO addictive. But the ACTUALITY of the pain being inflicted by Sir is NOT. i do NOT look forward to spankings. i do not cherish the pain. i do not WANT the pain.

But – when i commit wrong, inappropriate, disrespectful or unacceptable actions, they deserve to be rectified and i deserve to receive the consequences thereof.

Before DD – Sir and i would just get in a fight and ultimately agree to disagree or even have a silent treatment toward one another.

But post DD – Sir has a way to eliminate this undesirable behavior. And frankly, i don’t LIKE being disrespectful. It is just rude. And so now, we have a productive way to deal with that.

So yes, i submit my body and specifically my ass as a submissive way of showing that i deserve discipline and i want to have “PAIN AND THE WEAKNESS LEAVE MY BODY”

Final words: Yes, it hurts. Yes, it is pain. NO, i do NOT look forward to it.

But i do enjoy the weakness leaving my body and i welcome Sir teaching me how best to treat him and his place in our house through productive means.

So THAT is why i think this quote is SO appropriate …….and why i welcome being a submissive to my David ……. and am welcoming of domestic discipline……offering up (literally, up in the air) of my naked ass and being subjected to PAIN through Spankings.

i welcome it all and i welcome the opportunity to feel PAIN LEAVING MY BODY.

Hugs and Kisses ~

Marie

14 – Pleasure to pain.. in the same day.

Written by Marie on September 26, 2018. Posted in Domestic Discipline, Forced Orgasm, Orgasm Control, Orgasm Denial, Spanking, Submissive Wife, Uncategorized, Wife Spanking. 1 Comment on 14 – Pleasure to pain.. in the same day.

So i’ve had an interesting submissive day today … pain to pleasure…. in a mere 12 hours time too!

Let me tell you about my day….

i typically work from home on Wednesdays. i am never able to get done what i need to at the office so i work from home every Wed to try to make up for it. And the place won’t fall apart without me for ONE day. But today i had to go in for a meeting at 10:00. So i drug my feet and went there “late” (at 9:00).

Orgasm Control Training

But before i went, David took our son to school. And we recently – like this week – jointly decided we want to start doing (my ) orgasm control at his discretion.

Since the DD decision, i’ve had to ask to masturbate but he hasn’t told me when i can or can not cum. Until now.

i’ve read a lot of blogs now about it and there are people who can “cum on command“. The blog post said, “Right there in the middle of the bread aisle”. Interesting. i’m not sure i want to cum in the bread aisle, but i thought it was an awesome display of submissiveness, so i wanted it. YES, i asked for it!

Just a sidebar – i don’t know WHAT i was thinking when i agreed to this. In fact, it was MY IDEA! Sir said, “Careful what you wish for….” and i was like, “NO, i really want to do this for you, for us, and as a show of my submissiveness”. WELL, in my HEAD that sounded awesome, and frankly, coming out of my mouth it did too. And i was PROUD of my decision.

For about a whole minute.

That “Minute” was THE MINUTE i wanted to orgasm and Sir said no. (WHAT?! NO?!? You are kidding me, right?!?!).

But i digress… because THAT MINUTE was a few days ago…. so let me get back to this morning…..

So David took our son to school. He told me to “Lay on the bed, with the rabbit toy, and watch porn. Bring yourself to the EDGE and stop. DO NOT CUM. And do this the entire time i’m gone and i’ll tell you when to stop”.

Our son’s school is 20-minutes away – one way. So for 40-minutes i had to watch porn, and use the vibrator on myself but DO NOT CUM.

(REALLY, what was i thinking?!? Is it too late to retract my request to submit to Sir THIS MUCH? Maybe i could just submit with my clothes ON!?!?! YES?!?!?! LOL. Okayyyyyy…. fine… doing this thing).

When David got back, i was so insanely turned on. i could only hope that he’d allow me to cum … soon… like NOW.

My fear was that he’d not let me cum at all and i’d have to ‘get dressed and go to work now.’. But, he did not disappoint. He entered the bedroom and asked me if i had came while he was gone. i was like, “NO, i promise i haven’t, but Pleaseeeeeee Sir, may i cum now?”

NO.

ME: WHAT?!?! PLEASE!?!?

And he touched my clit. it was SO enlarged and swollen i almost jumped off the bed with the slightest touch. Then he took the porn away. Then he took the vibrator away. And he played with me himself. And he said, “CUM NOW”. And i did.

And then i went to work.

The next thing i know, i go from pleasure to pain…. in the same day.

THEN THE PADDLE

To tell you WHY i got paddled first…..

Sir and i have the same profession. He works for a firm and i work for myself. And from time to time, he helps me get through busy times at work by doing some review work for me. (He volunteers and i always take him up on it. He knows i need the help and he has the time and the skill set, so it is a win-win. And i love him for it!). So today was one of those days.

He reviewed two projects that were substantially the same, and when i got home, he was talking to me about the results. Well, i got confused about which project he was talking about because – it seemed to me anyway – that he was talking back and forth about both of them and i couldn’t keep up with the conversation.

Now, you’d think HE would be frustrated with me… like a “Keep up!” kind of comment. But i was frustrated with him! i had to say, “Are you talking about X or Y? i have no idea what you are talking about!”. And then he started talking. And i said with a very annoyed tone, “WHAT are you talking about?! i’m not listening until you clarify because i’m confused!”

So – WHAT i said was probably not allllll that bad — but the WAY i said it was so completely off base it wasn’t even funny. As soon as it came out of my mouth, and i felt the annoyance in my body language and realized how it sounded, i knew it was wrong.

But Sir didn’t say anything, so i acted like nothing happened.

We finished our convo and i was about to head outside to play ball/ fetch with the dog.

And that’s when he stopped me and said, “Do you think you were annoyed with me?”

Me: “Uhmmm…. yes Sir”.

Him: “Go to the bedroom”.

Oh geez – here we go….

i dropped my pants and put my hands on the bed, head down, feet on the floor, spread shoulder-width apart.

And i heard the bedside stand dresser draw open and close. The Paddle. Here it comes.

SMACK.

Me: (OUCH) —- “Please Sir, i’m sorry. i spoke to you poorly and let my frustration get the best of me. i will not let….

SMACK.

ME: “that happen again.”

SMACK.

Him: “WHY are you lying to me?”

SMACK.

Me: “What do you mean? Please Sir…. i promise”

SMACK.

Him: “I seriously doubt that you will ‘not let it happen again’”

ME: “Sir, i will do my best to….”

SMACK

ME: “… not let it happen again.”

SMACK.

ME: (Tears in my eyes, squirming….), “Thank you Sir”

Him: “That’s what I was waiting for.”

And he put the paddle away and held me in his arms and told me i was a Good Girl.

Back to Orgasm Control

With that, standing naked in the bedroom and in his arms, he reached down between my legs and put a finger inside me.

And said, “CUM NOW”.

And he pushed two fingers in and out and i grabbed his arm and held on to not fall.

And i came. Twice. THAT fast.

In “THAT MINUTE”… or “THIS MINUTE” … or “NOW”.

Conclusion:

NO matter what, through pleasure AND pain, and back again, i am his and he is mine. i will always submit to him and he will always control me.

And i welcome tomorrow….

With a sore, red ass.

Hugs and Kisses ~

Marie