If you missed it, read Argument – Part I first.
I didn’t intend to leave you with a cliff hanger, but I ran out of time, plus the last post was kinda long anyway. Hopefully the suspense was fun.
What was on the bed?
On the bed was the Prison Strap, and our Contract. Laying on top of the contract was a pair of scissors.
The message was clear. Mike was giving me a choice. Either forget our DD, or not.
I got to give Mike credit. He has always remained so calm and cool throughout our DD journey. He has been unwavering in using our DD in the way I designed it and for honoring the intentions I had for DD. He has always been sure to make DD about me and my commitments to myself, and nothing else. His gesture with these two objects was a reminder that I had choice – either my Duties or Obligations that I created and I committed to are important and valuable, or, they are not. In fact, this was eerily similar to the exact same reminder I had just given him a week or so ago when he suggested we defer our Maintenance Sessions and I asked them to continue because I didn’t want us drifting off course with our DD.
So, what was my choice? Strap or the scissors?
The scissors of course. Hell if I am going to endure that Prison Strap.
Domestic Discipline Out. End of Domestic Discipline, Jenny Style!
– Goodbye! –
Just kidding! I went with the strap.
I cried because it was the perfect gesture at the perfect time. I needed something to cut through the noise of life and get me refocused on what is most important to me. It also reminded me that our DD is about me and what I want. Mike is willing to take it or leave it. He participates because he knows it is important to me, and by being important to me, it is important to him. It reminded me that in some ways he is also a submissive. He is submitting to my desire to be submissive. I can’t believe I just yelled at him and told him I can’t believe what he is doing to me. Everything he has done under DD is what I’ve asked for. What I said to him was horrible.
I undressed, picked up the strap, and walked to his office, despite the proximity to my son’s room.
I walked in and he didn’t say anything. I took a submissive pose and knelt before him and raised up my arms to present the strap to him. He did not immediately grab it. I was still crying a little as I was emotional about the mere thought of cutting up the Contract and I felt terrible about my behavior.
Mike said, “Jen, why are you due this Reward.”
It wasn’t lost on me that he said “Reward.” We had got into the habit of just calling these punishments, although in our Contract we called punishments “rewards.” It was another indicator that we were recommitting to honoring our Contract.
We went through our Reward Ceremony as usual where I state my transgressions and apologize for not living up to the standards I set for myself. Mike then took the strap and placed his outstretched fingers on my chin and raised my head up so I was looking him in the eyes. He kept his lecture short,
“Jen, your Rewards always represent failing to meet your own standards. They are never given in anger, or with malice. They are given because you want them and because you want them, I want them for you.”
He sat in his chair and motioned me over his knee. He gave me the 10 warm ups by hand.
“Now” he said, “bend over and prop your elbows on my desk.”
I felt the fire on the first swat and gave out a little yell. More in surprise than in pain. This strap is very long and wraps around the ass so that it not only fully covers both cheeks, it catches a bit of the side.
The second came with more force than the first. I let out a groan, clenched me teeth, and gave out a long “ERRRRR.” Mike paused a bit and let me regain my composure and position.
Third one. Whack! Had this been any other punishment I would have used my safe word and asked him pause, but I was of a mindset that I needed to take this full Reward. I started crying. I don’t cry a lot from Rewards, and when I do, it is more about the emotional release – letting go the frustrations, the stress, the negative behavior – than it is about pain. While this spanking hurt, the reasons for this cry were no different.
Fourth one. Whack. I don’t know if it was on purpose or Mike just missed a bit, but the end of the strap hit just one cheek, giving it an extra powerful sting. I cried louder and frankly, this time it was more about the pain. I called “Pause,” our safe word meaning to give me break. It doesn’t mean stop. Mike then said there would just be one more and to just let him know when I was ready. I caught my breath and eventually told him I was ready.
The fifth one came and my ass was on fire and I had to quickly start rubbing it.
We followed our normal after care process and ended with our routine where Mike says, “All is forgiven” and I say back, “All is forgiven.”
And that was that. We are back on track with our Domestic Discipline!