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Advent Day 16: Simple Pleasures

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I am thinking about simple pleasures today.

This is the time of year when you are being shouted at to HAVE FUN and SHOW PEOPLE YOU LOVE THEM BY SPENDING ALL YOUR MONEY.

It is all very silly. I like pressies and  I love glitter as much as the next girl but all this greed and wanting makes me feel silly.

So here are three things that cost nothing, make me very happy and need not be done in a a spirit of hyper-energy.

1) Flashing my bum or my knickers at Dexter.  I know I should have grown out of this- but I have not. So there.

2) Going for a run – I know that sounds super energetic but if you ever saw me run you would understand that it is not. Being outside and moving at my own pace fills me with such happy that I just don’t have the words for it.

3) Kissing whilst in a strong embrace. I love being able to struggle against a man who has big strong arms, be held in place and then kissed until my toes wriggle.

4) Being sorted out – in whatever manner makes the man feel wonderful and going from being all tense and difficult to being soft as a buttery kitten.

What about you? What costs nothing and fills you with joy?

 

 

 

 

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Winning

This is a glass of wine post. You know the kind of post where I pretend we are having a glass of wine together and catching up? This is a chat between friends.

Recently I wrote in a few comments that I was getting the upper hand with Dexter. I was not really, I was a bit confused, a bit impatient and a bit tense about everything. It is very hard to explain why. I think sometimes I have a script in my head, a list of what everyone should do and say and when people deviate from that list I get very confused and annoyed.

I am not an easy woman. I wish I was. I read sometimes about delightful women who express themselves gently and, even better, know themselves. I am not like that. I throw little tantrums. I get upset. I get all knotted up. And then I have to be undone, which is what happened at the weekend.

I am not going to tell you everything, just edited highlights.

I got told off and I got caned for staying up late. I have a very awful habit of getting tired, working very hard and then refusing to sleep. Those women I described earlier in this piece would not do that. They would say, “I am tired. I will go to bed early.” I refuse to sleep. I push myself to exhaustion and beyond. Dexter was watching this and waiting for me to stop it and when I did not he set me a time to be in bed by and I just thought that I would not do what he said. I do not naturally obey.

So I got told off (which is worse that being spanked and caned) I got spanked. I got put in the corner. I got caned and then I got put back in the corner. That might sound like overkill but that is the kind of effort it takes to make me submit. Except I realised something about my submission on Sunday and I want to tell you about it.

I was standing in the corner and still not submissive. I was happy. I felt safe and looked after. My bum had that dry, hard heat of being caned all over it. I had my skirt tucked up in my hands and my nose against the wall. But I did not want to be there. I was a little silly. I wanted a hug and to play around. I was just being happy naughty.

And then I thought about if I was supposed to be something else. Was I supposed to be repentant? Was I supposed to be contrite and tuck myself away inside? It occurred to me that I had not the slightest inclination to stay in the corner. So why was I there?

One thing kept me there. Dexter is really, really strong. He has these big strong arms and these big strong thighs (that I get bent over) and so if I want to go somewhere I just get caught and put back, maybe even an extra spanking for bad measure.

I had thought this is not proper submission. he is not doing it properly. But then I realised something and I am still processing it.

When he decides that I am going to do something then I end up doing it. I might point blank refuse and he just laughs a little (sometimes he does not even laugh and that is scary) and makes me do it.

My mental submission is not required for my submission. He is going to win. I might be convinced I can win. I might be convinced that he will not have an impact but if he wants me in the corner with my skirt held up from my red bottom then that is what happens. If he wants me to do something or say something then that will happen.

I am starting to suspect, when I am standing resentfully in the corner waiting for the sting to go down and reviewing how he will never win, that he has already won and that I am the only person not to realise that.

I am not saying I am sure of all this. It is just a very strong suspicion I have.

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The Correct Sort Of Impetus

Work is being terribly and unreasonably busy and I am in need of motivation. It is not that I am not doing my work or not happy to work hard.

I just think motivation would help.

This kind of motivation.

It is most unlike me to want this sort of thing, maybe I am sickening for something

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What Makes A Punishment Take?

*There is a man. He spanks me. I don’t want to talk too much about him so I am going to call him something made up. I picked ‘Dexter’ because it means “right” and this guy always thinks that is what he is.

A couple of weeks ago I fell over. I was on top of a cliff and the view was amazing so I took great care with my steps all the way until I stepped back from the edge. I had some miles to cover and was doing my hike at a bit of a trot. I caught my foot in a tree root and had that horrid moment when one is completely airborne and knows that very soon everything is going to hurt a lot.  I landed with all my weight on my upper arm on a pointed rock. For a few moments I lay totally still and silent on the ground and when I was able I moved myself a little and the pain arrived.  There was a lot of it – and now I know how I deal with a lot of pain.

 Dear Reader, I shouted “Ow.” I shouted it as loud as I could and I shouted it for about a minute. That landing really, really flipping hurt. And not for one second did I even consider shedding a tear. I shook, I even felt a little faint and had to lie down for a moment. But not the thought of a tear came to my eye.

Physical pain does not make me cry. It can frighten me, make me angry, make me anxious and even make me sick but it does not make me cry. I am certain I share this quality with a lot of people.

I have been told that I am not easy to be in charge of. I think that may be true. I have a strong will and, again I can only go by what I have been told, a hard bottom. I am not designed for a weak man.  I am the kind of girl to raise one eyebrow and think to myself, “You had better bring your A game.” But recently a punishment took- it really had an effect on me and I want to write about exactly why it took.

I think I am writing this for Tops. I rarely write for Tops (although I am gratified if they read me and love it when they comment) but this is for them .

The reason I wanted to talk about crying at first is that some people (me included) have crying as an indication of whether or not a punishment spanking has had an impact and it may well be but not always. No matter what it is useful to separate the idea of pain and punishment, making it hurt more does not necessarily make it take more, it is a more subtle art than that. I appreciate Tops know that but it is worth considering.

The punishment that took – I can feel it now, it reaches deep into me, it stays with me. The specific thing I was spanked for I would not do again.

I want to try to describe what it is about that kind of experience

The Threat

“You are in so much trouble.”

I knew I was. I was very worried he would do something where we were. I knew he would not take my knickers down but he has been known to give a public swat and I know he would not be shy about detailing what he was going to do to me. I get very shy in public, he does not. He also makes good on his threats. He will not promise something and not do it.  I could not look at him because he scared me then.  He also is good at glares, think
Victorian headmaster. A threat and a glare followed by a period of enforced waiting start to have an impact on a girl. It is not fear of pain, it is embarrassment of someone else deciding that you are to be punished for something in their own time.

 

The Business Like Nature

There was nothing I could do once we returned to his space. He broke the cigarettes and put one in my mouth. The taste of it was surprisingly unpleasant, not terrifying but ignoble and unwelcome. He moves swiftly but without shaking. He does not make any show of nerves. I believe that he knows everything that is about to happen. He has made his mind up and I know that.  When he is like this he takes up more space than normal and I don’t want to be near him. I gravitate to the edge of rooms and forget what I normally do with my hands.

The Telling Off

I could have died. He made me stand in front on him and he made me look at him, in the eye. He held my chin and made me meet his eyes.

“You are a grown woman and you are capable of waiting for a punishment but you seem to need an immediate punishment like a child, so if you want to behave like a child I am going to treat you like one.” There was more but I am not telling you what it was. I can tell you I was spanked with myknickers around my ankles but the being told off bit makes me so shy that I want to fall over.

But right there- I was all done in. I felt so embarrassed, really just wanted to ground to take me away. He was right. And it is not how he normally speaks to me. I wanted my dignity back. I wanted not to be treated like that. Before my knickers were lowered, before he had laid leather on flesh he was going to win.

It should be noted that there was a specific focus on what I had just done (smoked in front of him) and that is the punishment that really took. He verbally linked that behaviour to the paddling that followed. I can’t imagine that I would ever smoke in front of Dexter again.

Please don’t assume you can mention something once and then spank us for it and assume we will forever link the two. Take your time when you tell us off, don’t rush this bit and don’t assume we know what you spank us for, even if you have told us before it is up to you to make us remember exactly what it is that you want to discourage.

Therefore, what I was caned for, I will not do for ages but I can imagine it happening again. The connection needs to be solid, it needs to be reiterated. Dexter assures me he knows all this so it will be no surprise to him. He will cope.

The Position

I did not realise this until recently but he has a method. I sometimes get spanked while I am laid over his knees on the bed, all comfy and safe but that never happens when I am in trouble. When I am in trouble he sits on a chair and I go over his lap and my legs and arms dangle either side of him. I really dislike being spanked like that. It means I can’t go off in my head because I have to use my arms for balance.  I feel like my bum is more exposed. I have to concentrate to keep my legs together. It annoys and scares me that he uses his left arm to hold me in place and sometimes he clamps my legs in his to make me still when I struggle.

In short, I am only ever in the position when I am in trouble and once he has me there there is nothing I can do to get out of it until he decides. Just writing this and thinking about being in that position makes me feel ill at ease.

The spanking

The paddling was only the first part of the spanking but it is the paddling that specific and stays with me. It was very hard; he has a mean leather paddle. It does not bruise me so I don’t have to worry about that.

He takes care of me; he would never harm me so I know that he is in charge and I can’t wrestle control from him by pointing out that he is doing it wrong. He can do as much as he thinks is right, there is no reason to stop. I struggled and he held me tight- he had to. He did it until I gave in and a bit further.  I remember how hard it was right from the start and I remember sincerely telling him that it was too hard that I could not take what he was doing. This did not make him stop (or have any impact) and it was this part of the spanking that made it so effective.

The follow up

Now this is going to make some of you  a bit wide eyed but the follow up was two extended periods of corner time with a very intense 30 (I think but it could have been more) strokes with the dragon cane in between.  But this is not what made it take. The caning and the corner times had to happen because he said they would.  If he had not done them then future threats would not work. I will write more about corner time and really hard canings at some future point.

I know, because he told me later, that the spanking took about 15 minutes. The corner time was very long and hard. The caning was incredibly hard. But the caning and the corner time were both follow up.

Tops,  lean in close because I am going to whisper this, the whole game will most likely be won or lost before you have even touched her.  Take your time, be specific, use your brain
and your words before you even think about using your hands.

Xxx

I would love to know what other people in my position (the spanked rather than the spanker) think on this topic- what makes a punishment take for you?

xxx

Just so you do not think me hard as nails, I can cry- this clip here can reduce me to such sobs that an unwarned observer may think my family has been accosted by evil aliens. It is from The Slipper And The Rose, a Cinderella story and this takes place after Cinderella has finally been located and brought to the palace by the Prince- this is supposed to be the happy ending.  If you need me I will be laid on the floor under a blanket- I really am committed to a happy ending. I would appreciate some chocolate.

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An Evocative Picture

I think this picture is so evocative that it almost hurts.

I know how her skin feels, soft and naked over denim. I know that she is lifting herself up onto one elbow to try to get some control.

I know the sensation of hair hanging forward over my face. Finally, I know that feeling just before you give up, somewhere between anger, pain, despair and petulance. You can see all of that on her face.

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