Be careful what you wish for...

Wednesday 7th March 2012

OK.  Well firstly let me share the good news. My weigh in was fabulous.  I lost 3 ½ pounds in my first week and that included a party I attended on the weekend with lots of nibbles and drinks…but I was good and pointed everything.  But it also included very little exercise.  Of course the one day I was “encouraged” to go for a brisk walk by Sir he claims did the trick…well maybe I’ll concede…it helped.

As I said yesterday I was in a very mischievous mood and craving a spanking.  Oh be so careful what you wish for.  I didn’t end up asking – although I had plans on doing just that.  Instead I got myself into some serious trouble.

I did something don’t ask me why because it’s one of those occasions where I just don’t know why that I have been told in the past not to do.  I told him about it just in everyday conversation, not by way of confession as I just didn’t feel guilty about it I sure did by the end of the evening.  He was aghast at what I had done.  I got told off but then to add insult to injury I got cheeky about it.  Which he didn’t tolerate.  This is all over the telephone by the way.  He told me I was so in trouble when I got home.

After we hung up and that sickly feeling settled for the rest of the in my stomach I text him something along the lines of I hope getting into trouble also meant a telling off.

Nothing was said until bedtime.  He has told me in the past that when he tells me I’m in trouble then it’s my responsibility to get things ready so that he is reminded.  So, about an hour or so before we went to bed I laid out the pillows at the end of the bed.    I didn’t pick an implement – perhaps I should have done.

“What’s up?” he asked with his eyebrow raised, as we went to bed and he saw the pillows.

“You said I was in trouble, Sir” I replied.

“That’s, right, you are, tell me what you have done?”

I answered his question.

“Oh, that’s right, yes you are in serious trouble for that, now bend over the pillows”

*sigh*

Why is it those words “bend over” no matter what, make me smile….is it the spanko in me, is it nervousness, or embarrassment at what is about to happen that makes me smile like that each and every time.  I wasn’t smiling for very much longer after that I can tell you.

I walked to the end of the bed and bent over the pillows and gripped the bed cover.  He got down the cane and lifted up my nightgown with the crook end or it and laid it over my back.  He then proceeded to give me a very serious lecture about what I did before I felt the first swipe of the cane.  He continued with the telling off, making me answer him and when I didn’t I’d get an extra hard swipe or two.   He proceeded to cane me and lecture me and then the tears came, the apologies and promises not to do it ever again.  And then I was told to get in the corner where I had to spend an extended amount of time to “considering my actions and how it made Sir feel to do what I did”. 

Afterwards I felt very sorry for what I had done, for making Sir feel like he did.  I stared at the wall while I was standing in the corner, wishing that I had thought about my actions first.  I hadn’t meant to hurt his feelings.  I didn’t want him to be angry at me.  Finally, finally he called me to him to get into bed.  I was very quiet and subdued.  He lay next to me just watching the rest of his TV programme.  Then he demanded I give him a blow job.  Which, of course I did; and of course the inevitable happened I got a little, well you know.  But he refused me.  “Sex is a reward for a good girl.  You are being punished” 

Then he snuggled me and we slept.  This morning I certainly didn’t wake up wanting to poke the bear that is for sure.  He asked me was I OK because I was very quiet?  I simply said that I was being quiet so that I didn’t get into trouble…”That’s sensible” he said to me. 

All is good between us.  It’s forgotten about and I have been forgiven.  The slate is wiped clean.  It is certainly something I will think twice about if I ever do it again.  I’m not planning on it. 

One thing he did say to me last night afterwards was that he said I love it.  Yes it’s true.  I’m a spanko and I love being spanked.  BUT I don’t like punishments.  Maybe it is time that I explained this to him.  Even though it’s what I have asked for, I don’t like getting punished.  I don’t like the pain in that scenario.  I don’t like his anger or his disappointment in me.  I LOVE his dominance, that fact that he cares enough to act on something I have done, but the actual act of punishment, no I don’t love that.   

The moral of this story – be careful what you wish for, for it may just come true.  But I love it.