Just a quick update regarding the week thus far, which includes a punishment for something I’ve never been punished for previously!
Well, after my sexcapade with Donna on Monday, our plans for more girl fun haven’t materialized. She worked half a day Tuesday and needed the other half to complete her chores, then today was a particularly chore-filled day for me plus a dentist appointment. There’s always tomorrow.
Speaking of the dentist. Turns out I have a little crack in the tooth. Our Contract is not specific on this issue. Thus, determining whether or not this was a Transgression per our Contract required arbitration by the Submission Rules Committee. . . better known as, “Mike had to think it over.” It only took him a few seconds to rule. Verdict – a Reward for Jennifer!
Here’s the deal – our contract has a Self-Care clause that states I have to look after my physical well-being and specifies “no cavities.” A cracked tooth is not a cavity. However, one compelling fact was that I have a bad habit of chewing ice. I’ve done it pretty much my whole life. It’s such a habit that neither Mike nor I had even thought about it as a habit. It was just something I do. While the dentist couldn’t say conclusively my ice chewing was the culprit, she did say that it certainly didn’t help, and as I am just a few years shy of 50, the years of chewing are likely catching up with me.
So, I got a good whuppin.’ I don’t know why I am so jovial about describing it, because it wasn’t fun. Mike has really turned up both the velocity and impact of my spankings. I am not complaining – of course, a part of me likes it, and the point is they aren’t supposed to be pleasant. And shortly after the spanking based on the doctor’s report, I got a drink and within a few minutes I chewed ice. Another spanking! Was that enough? No, I did it again later in the evening. Yet another spanking.
This habit is going to be tough to break. The mental exercise I am trying to remember is oral sex 101. Suck, don’t chew. (Okay, I am sure for some of you chewing is okay, you sick bastard, but that’s not us). I can’t help but put ice cubes in my mouth when I take a drink. I’ll remember for a minute not to chew and just suck, but at some point I just have to bite down. Ug, this one is going to be tough to break. I hope my ass can handle what’s ahead until it is broken (the habit that is, not my ass).