61. The Iceman Cometh

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Dang this ice chewing habit. I am required to self-report transgressions and Mike had me text him each time I chewed ice today. THREE TIMES!   The good news is I didn’t do it all this evening.  In any event, he’s come up with a creative punishment for the three infractions.

We just finished up dinner and he is playing a game with our son and said he will take care of getting him to bed.  “Mom has a headache and is resting.”  After dinner was done and all cleaned up he sent me to our room where I disrobed and stood in the corner awaiting his entrance.  Mike gave me a few minutes to blog which is different in and of itself as usually he isn’t one to mandate blogging. I think he is anxious to share his punishment idea. Here’s the drill tonight –

I thought he was going to spank me, but when he came into the room he shared that he had other plans. “Oh, yes you are going to get a spanking, but that will be a later. First, were’ going to do this.” He went into our treasure chest and took out the breast harness he bought. I think I mentioned it before. I wear it like a bra but it is cupless and has straps that go around the breast.  The straps can tighten around the breast. We call it my breast binder.   He had me put it on and he tightened the straps pretty tightly.   “Now,” he said, “put on your tack bra.”

Wow, I didn’t expect that. With my tits propped up and sticking out there would be little give for the tacks against normally softer flesh. I simply said “Yes, sir” and put the bra on. He gave a little squeeze and push on the bra, just enough to make me twitch from the pokes.

He then walked me to our closet and had me stand in the middle of the doorway, facing the door jamb that is opposite from where the door hinges are. He had a tape measure and had me stand six inches out from the door jamb and then instructed me to put my arms behind my back and lean into the jamb so that one breast was resting against it. Ouch! He had me count to ten, then told me to stand straight back up and now do the same with the other breast.   Again I counted to ten. Now he had me stand 12 inches from the jamb and repeat. Being further away meant than when I leaned forward and made contact with the jamb I would be putting more weight against my breast and with my arms behind my back I hit the jamb with a bit more of a thud. I am not prone to cussing, but I gave out a soft “Fuck” between my gritting teeth as I could feel major pokage (Is that a word? It is now). “That will be an additional spanking for cussing,” Mike said.

I counted to ten, and then repeated with the other breast. When that was done, he said, “let’s take a look.”

I removed the bra and sure enough there were three or four tacks that broke through the skin. Most just came right out as I pulled back the bra, but a couple were in deep enough that I had to pull them out by themselves. No blood, but it hurt to pull them out.

He told me to go blog about this and he would be back soon as there was still more before the spanking. He said when he returns we will repeat this at the 12 inches mark however I will stay leaning forward for 5 minutes per breast AND I will hold an ice cube between my teeth the entire time just partially in my mouth with most of it sticking out. He will put a cup of ice within arm’s reach and said I needed to replace it once it melts. I am not to wipe my chin or worry about water dripping down and that I’ll get to clean up when it’s done. He will check on me periodically.

Add one more thing to the list of “things I don’t like that I’ll do anyway.” This one will hurt, but I anticipate it is still within my limits. I can safe-word out of it if it comes to that.   I mentioned before this wasn’t considered a punishment bra, but, I guess it is now!

He said once this was done I would get my spanking plus the spanking for cussing. He also said if this doesn’t help change my habits, my next infraction would have an even more uncomfortable punishment. He said the ice would not just be put in my mouth next time.   Okay, I don’t want to think about that. Plus, I don’t think that image would look as appealing as the one on this post.

Well, time to get pricked and poked!

NEXT:  62. Sexual Adventures of Pre-DD Jenny

 

 

8 thoughts on “61. The Iceman Cometh”

  1. Omg I just cannot stand that you are literally being tortured over something you have NO CONTROL over!!!! OCD (and this ice chewing/crunching in particular btw is because you have Pico) is not your fault!!!!!
    I know this was years ago but I’m just reading it all now and it is KILLING ME!!!!

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    1. I understand your concern but assure you it’s overblown. I have never been tortured. AND, it worked. While the ends don’t always justify the means, the whole idea of being accountable to my husband for the things I’ve agreed to be accountable for is that it works for me. It allows me to be the person and wife I want to be. It isn’t just structure, motivation, and result that matters. It’s that I feel purposeful and fulfilled through my submission.
      I agree that certain behaviors could be due to underlying psychological issues such as Pico. But that was not my case. Likely, it was temporary urges that I simply needed to be more aware of and stop and think about what I was feeling and how to better deal with said feelings. Developing the self discipline to do this, for me, required his discipline. I am sure if I continued with an insatiable need to chew, other measures, including therapy, would be pursued.
      There is a line between behavior modification via being accountable to my husband and such modification that requires professional help. I don’t feel we’ve ever ventured anywhere close to that line.
      Again, I understand your concern and it is an important point I should be making in some of my posts. Thank you for your comment.

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