I stated in my last post that I would share details of the punishment – or series of punishments in this case. I am not a writer of erotica. I’ve shared before that I prefer to write about my thoughts on my transformational journey versus sexually stimulating prose. Sorry if my writing lacks any build up, climax, etc. It’s not erotica, it’s just the facts. I’ll share those facts here, and then “debrief” in my next post re my ruminations regarding this incident.
I want to mention that I was going to exclude some of these details, but Mike told me I must write about all aspects of this punishment. You’ll soon read about an element of punishment I don’t like to share regarding urine. I don’t know why that is since I share everything else and given that this is pretty anonymous, why should I feel the need to omit it? In any event, here you go. . .
Picking up where I left off — About an hour later Mike came in after he finished dinner. He told me that he and Kayla would attend to J the rest of the night and once J was asleep he would address “my situation.” As that could be a several more hours, he said he would check in with me periodically and “adjust” how I would wait for him. He told me he did not want to hear anything from me – I was to remain silent and simply comply.
He brought a 32 ounce cup of what he called “half and half.” He said if I needed tea so badly, then I would have it, and to help me think of him as I drank it, he added a little something, that, let’s just say rhymes with tea. Having to drink his urine was not a first for me, but it is something that I have rarely been subject to. He had me quickly guzzle all 32 ounces. He then put nipple suckers on me, pumping them tightly. He put in a butt plug, had me sit in a chair, and then he cuffed my arms behind the chair. Not intolerable, but uncomfortable to say the least. Oh, and he put the bit gag back on me and left the room.
Another drip of punishment — Sometime later he came back in. I was a drooling mess and so happy to see him as I was at a high level of discomfort – my butt from not being able to shift much in my seat, from the long feeling of fullness from the plug, and my nipples had past the burning stage and were well into a numb throbbing stage where I could feel my heartbeat in my nipples.
He removed the gag and the suckers and immediately applied clamps to my nipples. That really burned! The shot of pain brought tears to my eyes. Not emotional, “oh what I have I done tears.” Just plain old, “OMG that hurts,” tears. I was going to call out my safe word but didn’t have to because based on my reaction Mike quickly removed the clamps. Mike said, “I’ll think of something else.”
He uncuffed me, had me stand up, and he removed the butt plug. He had me drink another large glass of tea with whatever pee he was able to add at the moment. He then had me put my tack bra on. He led me to the bathroom and told me to lay down on my stomach. He then cuffed my hands behind my back, lathered up a bar of soap, and stuck it in my mouth. He said if I needed to go to the bathroom I was to just go there where I lay and he left the room. After the two large glasses of drink and not having gone to the bathroom for some time before this all began, I knew I wasn’t going to hold it for long.
Another drip — Miraculously by the time Mike came in to “adjust” things, I still had not gone, but I had to pee something fierce. He stood me up, removed the soap, let me rinse a bit, then had me drink yet more tea pee. He then told me to get back down on the floor. He told me to pee, and as I desperately needed to do so, I didn’t hesitate to comply. While the release felt good, it was very uncomfortable as I was basically laying in it as it pooled around me. He then left again.
Yet another drip — He returned fairly quickly, maybe 10 minutes, but it felt like forever. He stood me up and uncuffed me, had me bend over and put my hands on the sink, and he paddled me countless times very hard on my butt as my torso and legs dripped with pee. (J was taking a bath in our other bathroom and thus far removed from the sounds). Mike must have spanked me about 30 or 40 times. He then had me stand and he squeezed my breasts, pushing the tacks in more than they already were. He then had me remove the bra, which required a bit of tugging as several of the tacks were deeply embedded.
He told me to lay back down on the floor in the pool of pee, he cuffed my arms again behind my back and put a bar of soap in my mouth. My breasts burned a bit as the pee on the floor came in contact with some of the scratches and small punctures on my breasts. It was only a few minutes later that Kayla came in. She told me I was not to speak and Mike had given her instructions to clean me up. She removed the soap from my mouth, had me walk into the shower, and she rinsed me off. She told me to stay there in the shower until Mike returned. I stood there dripping wet, a bit cold, and ready to get this over with.
Mike had me bend over in the shower and he caned me about a dozen times, very hard. He followed that up with about a dozen more with a hairbrush he pulled from the drawer. He dried me off and led me to Kayla’s room. He had my journal next to her bed. He told me the punishment was not done. I needed to journal and then I would sleep alone in Kayla’s room that night and the next two nights. I would be spanked “very hard” each night before going to bed. In addition, as a reminder that I’d rather be drinking water than piss, any time he needed to pee over those three days I would have drink it.
I could probably dedicated an entire post to my thoughts on piss drinking. I don’t like it, and have given it strong consideration to adding it as a “hard limit.” I’ve resisted as I want to challenge myself before simply prohibiting it. After this experience, I just may be added it to the hard limits list. The taste of pee can range from tasteless, like water, to putrid. More often than not it is on the tolerable side, but not always. Anyway, not a topic that you probably want to know much about, so enough said.
So the next three nights were as Mike decreed. On the morning of the fourth night we had an official “closing ceremony” regarding the punishment. At my next Maintenance Session Mike asked me to talk about the incident, both what it was that I was feeling that led up to my “bratting” and about the punishment.
A quick aside — Mike knows I don’t like the term “bratting” as it sounds so immature and silly, but if the shoe fits! I accept that indeed that was an accurate term as I knowingly and with forethought made the decision to disobey.
Anyway, I’ll share my reflections on the next post.
164. Reflecting on Behavior and Punishment
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Thank you for sharing, ddjennifer! As always, I admire how strict Mike is when you disobey him. While pee play is a hard limit for us, I really admire that you obeyed him and accepted your punishment, despite the nature of it. Even if you do choose to now add this as a hard limit, you obeyed in the moment and I think that is incredible. I have a feeling that you will never want to order tea again!
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The point of this punishment seemed to be, “Was it really worth it?” I have those moments sometimes, when I purposely break the rules knowing I will get into trouble. At those times, the correction is escalated, as it appears to be open defiance to my HoH
Wow. I won’t trouble you with how reading this made me feel but I will ask this: Did you, at any other point in this, consider using your safe word other than the moment you mentioned?
Can I ask, how much of someone else’s pee can one drink before getting sick? Is that a concern for you or Mike?
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Pee is hard harmless, illness wise, but there can be a bit of a gag reflex if it is on the pungent side. It all depends on what the person has had to drink or if they have had a lot of exercise. At times it is mostly a water like taste, but also at times a pretty bad taste, and then all the tastes in between. Generally the more clear that it is, the less taste that it has.
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Thanks for the lesson! 🙂 have you decided to put it in your hard list?