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With Her Nose Where Two Walls Meet

This girl is not in the corner, I know that but this is a little how it feels.

She feels awkward, her foot behind her and her hands show gestures of self comfort. A girl cannot relax in the corner, there is no way to stand that shows a lackadaisical approach to the whole thing. One is permanently accountable, even for how one stands. These gestures of self comfort she shows, that is how I feel inside and what I would do if I could get away with it.

She is aware I think that her bottom can be seen and that in itself feels silly. Bottoms should not be naked like that, not as a grown up, it is ridiculously embarrassing.

And all she can do is think, she can’t even look herself in the eye. I know that feeling well, that is exactly how being in the corner makes me feel.

It is not like that at first, of course. At first it is all about the pain. The first five or ten minutes are spent using all my concentration not to rub or stroke my sore, red, swollen and possibly striped bum.  I am acutely aware of how cool the wall is and if only I could just lean to the side I could pour my heat into that steady white prison. But  I dare not and I am not sure I deserve it. But I want to, I want to a lot.

I am sorry and I am submissive (unless I have not yet been spanked and that is a whole other story). Towards the end of this time I might have a little cry. I feel silly and I want a hug. I want to sit on his lap (I don’t care about how much it hurts my bottom). 
I want him to rescue me. At this point if he were to say my name and hold out one arm I would run over and fold myself up. I am the picture of repentance.

Slowly this fades and my wish for him to rescue me turns into a sulky pout. “Why won’t he come and get me?” I might sigh a little. I will start to listen to him now, working at his desk, waiting for a pause in the sound of his typing to see if he is going to come and save me. He does not.

I decide he is a mean and unkind man. I tell myself I am not sorry at all -I do not think this would stand up to very close questioning if challenged by him. I am giving him the silent treatment. (Irony is not my strong point at this time.)

This petulant mood is dispersed with waves of sorrow. I am sorry for what I have done, I am embarrassed, I am shy, I want to be forgiven.

But then I sulk again.

Given enough time I may well start to see if I can challenge him a little. I might shift a few inches to my right or let my skirt drop over my bum. This rebellion may appear a little lacklustre to you but it is a risky business. I am certain he can’t see me (I only do stuff when I hear him type) but he does sometimes know what I have done somehow. I think being about four feet away from him in the corner of his office may reduce the chance of my being able to get away with things. He sometimes gives a little bark of an order “Don’t fidget” or some such. That makes my tummy lurch and my nose push itself back where it should be.

Sometimes, some very scary times I hear him stand up out of his chair and walk towards me but that is just too terrifying for me to think about right now so I shall tell you about that another more suitable time (like the 31st of October- it really is that bad.)

 

 

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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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A Play In Three Parts

Act One

“I’m going to spank you,” he said

‘Well, duh,’ she thinks. ‘I am over your knee, my knickers are by my ankles and you have that stupid brush in your hand.’

“I know you are, just don’t do it hard because that thing hurts and I’ve been good so far today,” she said.

He glimpses at the clock. 7:23 am.

“You will count each one and say ‘Thank you, sir,’” he said.

“No, I won’t, that is a horrid thing to do, I hate doing that and you can’t make me,” she said.

Act Two

With great cheer and unconcerned about anything, he says, “That’s okay. I will start spanking you and you can count whenever you feel ready. The number I am doing will start from then.”

Fine, she thinks, you just do it because I will never break.

Act Three

A tremendous crack and almighty painful whack on an innocent bottom with a mean and painful brush.

A pitiful cry.

A second horrific assault on a defenceless and delightful girl’s bottom.

“One, thank you, sir.”

Fades off into distance.

 

 

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UNFAIR!

How can such a pretty bum get caned?

And, seeing that beauty is in the eye of the beholder, no man can cane a girl he loves.

If there any lawyers out there, please may I have a letter to that effect?

Thanks awfully.

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Fantasy Monday- Waiting

Mondays are wonderful things. They start fresh weeks, all ready to be lived in and to reveal their new story to the world.

Except sometimes Mondays can be a sign that we are about to forget ourselves. We can become all work and forget the rest of ourselves. So I have decided that Monday is about fantasy. Each week I will pick a picture and write about it. If you want to join in, please do.

Have a fantastic week.

I wait. Fresh from the bath, my skin polished and scented, I wait.

I don’t quite know what it is I have done. I think it  cannot be very much, but he told me to wait for him and so I wait. I can hear him, elsewhere in the house he stands, pre-occupied and distracted. I imagine him. I imagine his hands, his narrow waist, his taut muscles, his belt. Each thought is a droplet. I slow their flow into my mind.

I turn onto my back. The sheets feel fresh and cool beneath my skin; everything feels new and fresh, like hope with the hint of trepidation that accompanies it. The fingernail of my index finger rests against my teeth, even though he would tell me to remove it from my mouth. I make it click quietly on the enamel, the only sound in the room.

I sigh and turn over onto my front. I know he means for the waiting to be like this. He knows how I feel. He knows that am lying here, wanting him to arrive now, to arrive never. He plays with time like he toys with me.

I feel an urgency, an unrest in the pit of my stomach. It is my beating heart echoing deep into my body. It vibrates through; it pushes the fear from the pit of my stomach down deeper into me where is swells like the tide. It is the secret I keep from him and from myself.

I can’t ask him to come soon. I can only wait. I hear a the door handle turn and I face the door.

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