Monday night was punishment night. We had pasta and wouldn’t you know it, I got some sauce on my shirt. I was not happy. I seriously didn’t want to be punished. To her credit, when Mrs. Lion went to take her shower, she left a paddle on the bed. When she got out, without a word she went to the basement and brought up the punishment stool. When she brought that into our room, I was feeling angry.
Generally, punishments, while very unpleasant, feel like something I want; not Monday night. I was absolutely in no mood for any of this. Mrs. Lion told me to roll over on my stomach. Silently, I complied. She began beating me. It wasn’t a very painful spanking as those things go. She was taking it easy on me. I still yelped a few times.
When she finished, she told me to sit on the stool in the corner. The coconut door mat that covers the stool dug into my sensitive, red buns. I had to adjust my position, I could feel the fibers, like needles, staying in my tender skin. The stool was positioned so that I couldn’t put my feet on the rungs. My entire weight pushed the rough material into my skin.
It wasn’t a very long wait in the corner, but I fumed the entire time I sat there. I tried to be friendly when finally released. The residual pain made it impossible for me to lie on my back. Mrs. Lion said something about me earning the punishment. I shot back that I can’t avoid occasionally spilling on my shirt. It was all I could do not to growl.
This is very different from the usual “scene” atmosphere at punishment time. It generally starts out with me willingly getting in position for the spanking. I usually like to be spanked. Well, not as hard or as much as Mrs. Lion does when she punishes me. But I’m in good spirits before she starts.
I’m not claiming that Monday’s spanking was non-consensual. It wasn’t welcome in any way. It was 100% Mrs. Lion’s doing. In our email exchanges yesterday, she mentioned that I seemed pissed. I confirmed that I was. She then apologized. I told her not to. I deserved it and she didn’t have to hold off if I’m not in the mood.
Actually, this was a watershed event. I was punished in the truest sense of the word. Mrs. Lion found me breaking a rule. She punished me without being concerned if I wanted to be punished. I think that is a true step forward. I’m not claiming I like it. I don’t; not one bit. I would much prefer to be punished when I am in the mood for it. But that isn’t part of the deal.
There was no buildup and no foreplay of any kind. This was real. It was fair and I respect her for acting the way she did. Good Work, sweetie!