Vanilla ice? There’s nothing vanilla about this story as it ranks pretty high on the kink-ometer. Yep, I continued to struggle with trying to break my ice chewing habit. As Mike felt he could only spank me so much and so hard, he had a novel idea – and it worked, sort of. Sometimes, all it takes is the right motivation to focus your mind so that a simple and obvious solution appears to you.
Here’s an interesting observation, at least to me – I found that I would only chew ice when I was drinking alone. At the dinner table or around others, never a crunch, but sit down in front of the tv or computer and I’d chew away. Not sure what that’s about, but I just wanted to throw that in there if anyone has any great psychoanalysis feedback.
Anyway, as promised, Mike escalated the punishments and this time proceeding to insert ice up my bum. Four good sized pieces, and then had me hold it for one minute. He then had me expel them, and then he repeated with five pieces. Extremely uncomfortable, almost instant cramp feeling. While there were still in, a paddling of 10 very hard ones and then held for 60 seconds, then expel. That was it, but that was enough.
I knew I was destined to repeat my ice chewing and I didn’t want to think about where else the ice would go next. I knew I couldn’t just rely on will power alone, or rely on this form of aversion therapy.
Suddenly, I had this simple solution hit me like, well, like a frozen jolt in the ass! How could I have not thought of it sooner? The simple solution is that I now do not drink from anything without a lid. I am drinking from a straw or with a lid that has a small opening to drink from (no ice getting through). Out of habit I find myself swigging the cup back as if to draw some ice into my mouth. Bam! The ice hits the inside of the lid and no ice for Jenny. I’ve gone two days ice chewing free!
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