Punishment and Reinforcing Roles

Following on from my last post, thank you so much for your kind words and encouragement in your comments.  It is never easy waiting for a punishment spanking and this was also the first in quite some time ... because I'm normally such an angel.  Oh, go with me here will you!

It has been a weekend of discipline and reconnection for us.  This also means I have not had much time for reading and commenting on posts so please accept my apologies.  I hope to find some time for a little back reading.

As I said in my previous post.  Friday morning I got up so late and was in such a hurry to get myself organised and out the door for work that I had forgotten to wear my collar (necklace), which is a rule.  It is to be worn at all times except in the shower and in bed.  On top of this, I had also been slipping recently with other rules.

The collar really does mean so much to us.  It is a symbol of us and our roles and his 'ownership' of me.  I treasure it and love wearing it.  It also reminds me of him when we are apart.  I knew he felt strongly about the collar and loves to see me wear it, but I don't know I fully understood just how much it means to him.  Well, let me say, I definitely now understand!

Friday night I spent writing lines and anticipating a punishment spanking the following night.  It had been a long time since I had written lines and it turns out I had forgotten how long they take to do - grrr.  By the time I had done all the necessary things and written the lines, there was very little time for anything else.

Saturday evening it was time to pay the piper.  Rick told me to go to the bedroom, undress, kneel and wait for him ... recently our role affirmation sessions have started this way.

Daddy I don't want to

I know you don't baby

I don't like being naked 

I know, and you know why I do it

Do we have to?  I don't want to

Yes we do.  You know you do.  Come on, off you go and do what I asked

OK, I didn't exactly comply straight away as I should have.  For some reason I always feel the need to put up some form of protest.  Perhaps not the best move, and especially when the looming spanking is punishment.

I finally went to the bedroom, followed his instructions and waited.  He came into the bedroom and remarked that it was the first time in a long while that we had a punishment to administer.  He re-iterated that we were there because I had forgotten the collar, and not consistently keeping to other rules.  He said he realised that I had forgotten my collar because I had slept in and was running so late, caused by getting to bed so late the previous night and that from now on bedtime was going to be a lot earlier.  He also said that the frequency of role affirmation would increase and that each time I am expected to be naked and kneeling waiting for him.  He wants to get to the point where I just go and prepare without him telling me to do so.  Sure thing honey ... like the lamb to the slaughter.

Next he addressed the forgotten collar.  He asked me to tell him why we have it, what does it mean to us etc.  He also asked whether I had genuinely forgotten (which I had) or whether I had just 'decided' I didn't have enough time.  He wanted to know whether perhaps I had left it deliberately in order to see what his reaction would be.  I assured him this was not the case.

Over the bed I went next.  Rick sat next to me with one had on my back and started spanking with his had.  Slowly and gently at first - oh no - a warm up!  He's not exactly big on warm ups so this is going to be bad!  He continued with his hand, increasing force all the time for a while then moved on to the leather paddle.  The blows came hard and fast and the sets were much longer in duration and more intense than usual.  It was hard to take.  He then used the wooden spoon and alternated between the paddle and spoon.

After a while he stopped and told me to kneel again.  I can't exactly remember now what he said but he told me to fetch the lines I had written for him to inspect.  I hesitated and whimpered.  One of the worse parts about the line punishment is having to present them to him.

My hesitation was not a good move!  He picked up the paddle again and asked me if I wanted more hard whacks of the paddle and that if I didn't I had better move.  I might have had trouble properly submitting to the discipline but I'm not that stupid so I fetched the lines.  He took them off me and looked at them then handed them back to me and told me to recite them ... in front of him ... yuck!  It was horrible and I felt somewhat embarrassed for some reason.

I don't know how many times I recited them but he told me to stand up and bent me over the bed again and to my horror told me to continue reciting the line and continued with the spanking. I tell you, it's not easy to do when you're butt is being blistered at the same time!  At one point I stopped reciting and received a couple of hard and fast strokes of the paddle and asked why I had stopped.  I immediately began again.  Eventually he told me I could stop reciting and landed a few more smacks with the paddle and spoon before lifting me up of the bed and drawing me into him and cuddling me.

We cuddled and kissed for a while then he suddenly pulled me back over his leg - what the! ... I thought you'd finished!  I felt him reach over to the dressing table and thought he was reaching for the implements again.  Instead, I felt the welcome cool Arnica lotion on my poor, very sore bottom.  He rubbed in the lotion and continued to rub for a while.  That was a first.  I don't think he has ever applied Arnica after a spanking before and he certainly generally doesn't rub my bottom at all.  Especially if the spanking is for punishment or discipline.

Afterwards we had a wonderful evening together.  We cooked a lovely meal, watched a bit of TV etc.  Rick continued to reinforce our roles through the evening in lots of different ways and we really were feeling our Dominant/submissive roles. Yes, even though he thought my bottom looked sore enough to apply Arnica cream after the punishment, there was some more spanking.  This time, of a different kind, buy equally ouchy.

I am glad the punishment is now over, but am even more glad that he held me accountable for my actions and also brought us back on track and me back to my squiffy place which is where I really want to be.  I'm glad that he loves me enough and that he hates us being off kilter as much as I do.

Now all I have to do is get back on track with following the rules I had been letting slip.  Easy huh?