One reader asked me in an email:
Did you ever get punished for the situation referenced in the "Can't Blame a Girl for Trying" post?
If you are new to my blog, you can go back and read about the whole situation here.
I was wondering if and when someone would ask about this punishment. Several weeks back, I actually did write a fairly lengthy post with all the gory details and then somehow accidently deleted most of it. At the time, I wasn't interested in trying to retype it so I just assumed it wasn't meant to be...well, that is unless someone asked.
Overall, I would say that this punishment was fairly mild in comparison to some of the others Master has provided. And for that, I was thankful. There was acceptance of the fact that I had disobeyed, flat out refused to do something He requested rather, and I was aware there would be a subsequent penalty.
But what of His role in the matter? After all that had happened, it still felt like we were on a bit of shaky ground and I was a little afraid of how I might react if He pushed too hard, too fast.
There really wasn't a punishment as much as there were a small series of them throughout a period of about a week. Starting with a clear reminder of my place, I was driven mad with need by the pleasure of His mouth on me, only to be left wanting and handed the cap of a pen with an assignment to edge myself with my "little dildo" ten times daily.
Yes, the cap of a pen. A small ball point pen I might add with a small little plastic cap about half the size of one's pinky finger!
As if it wasn't degrading enough to find my body responding to such a pathetic little piece of plastic, I received other random messages to hump myself for a certain amount of time on objects of my choosing.
At the end of the week, the more painful part of the punishment was delivered. Stripped naked on the bed, I found myself in a new position, one that He intends to specifically use for punishment and allows uninhibited access to both my ass and pussy. Master made sure that I felt the sting of His belt across both until I was whimpering and squirming with each blow.
As with any punishment received from Him, it is the intent and the disappointment I feel from Him and in myself that sets the tone, making the sting of punishment...that much worse.