the new cane - a treat

As was to be expected, Master took me to the bedroom last night to prepare for a session with him that was not meant to teach me discipline, it was to teach me how good pain can be, even with a cane. Almost all our canes are more or less nasty ones for me, though Master has used them in the past to create pleasurable experiences for me. He did this again last night, this time with the new one, which is softer and a bit less stingy when it says hello to the bottom. Since this will be another text containing sexually explicit descriptions, I have finally decided to turn on the blogger adult contents warning again. I hope you don't mind too much.
When we started I was still in my daily-routine mode, because Master had just called me into the bedroom, right away from the kitchen. But apart from emptying the dishwasher, all was done for the day, so nothing which needed my attention immediately. Nevertheless, my first thoughts were still with what was left to be done in the kitchen, while I went into the bedroom. Once there, that changed quickly, because Master told me to undress, which I did. Once naked, my thoughts had already changed, because I did not know yet, what to expect. He sat down on the bed and I went across his knees. That left me still in the dark, because I could end up with pleasure or punishment, maybe I should have finished the dishwasher and since I did not, I might receive a punishment. That's where I started and told Master that I was sorry, but he had called me a few minutes too early to finish it in time. He said that was ok, he knew that, and started massaging my bum, which started relaxing me. That was also when he said that I was meant to get a treat. I got spanked lightly, interrupted by massages, especially of my bottom, then spanking again, massage again. The spanking intensified over time,  just as it should if it is meant to be nice and Master tested whether he got me in the mood, by touching between my legs. Of course it worked, his fondling now and then was an additional turn on. When  he had the impression that I was all prepared, he told me to stand up, which was not what I had been waiting for. I'd have preferred outright sexual intercourse, because Master had me already heated up immensely. Well, being pampered is a hard job, but someone has to do it... :) . And that's what Master did to me. He chained my hands above my head, so that I was still able to stand, blindfolded me and then he used the new cane, the nice one. He started softly with that, which felt good and he intensified the strokes slowly. I thought that I had already been all wet, but this got me all flowing. It felt different than the spanking, though I had loved that, and it was less stingy than the nasty canes. It felt perfect then and Master took his time with me so that I slowly felt how I was getting closer and closer to my point of no return. I was still trying to figure out how to stop myself from climaxing without permission, because I was far too woozy to ask either to stop turning me on or to give permission, when he gave me a final stroke and touched my soft spot at the same time, telling me, to come. That was more than I needed, because I think I would not have had any chance to stop my body from reacting anymore. But if I get the signal to orgasm, I can actively let go, which is even more like a rush, where every thought is just washed away. And even though I recount only the physical aspects of last night, it has been far more than that and I might need another day to finish dealing with the -positive- emotions that have happened to me as a result of last night.
Afterwards, Master took me down from the chains and onto the bed where we spent a lot of time last night without sleeping. In bed, I had felt more distinctly that my bottom was pretty sore, and Master had arnica lotion applied onto my very dark red bottom. It helped immediately and there are not even more than a few signs of the welts left to be seen this morning. Especially after the punishment I had received last Wednesday, which was done with one of the nasty canes, this one was the complete opposite, a lovely experience and I learned from it that I surely do not dread this cane, which brought so much pleasure.
To make sure that the new cane will always be connected to this, I have asked Master if he could choose any cane, but not the new one, for punishments and reserve the new one for pleasure only. He agreed and that has obviously been his intention from the beginning.

The punishment of speedster girl - thoughts after the glow

After I had seen the penalty notice for driving too fast, the rest of the day was more or less ruined for me. This was not the first time that I got a penalty notice, not even the third. This year it is my fourth for being speedster girl. I am not intentionally driving faster than permitted, but it just happens…. to me. Hubby is better at that, he never drives too fast, or parks in a no-parking zone. No, I am the expert on doing these things wrong. Still, I actually have improved massively when it comes to penalty notices. They are faaaar less and the fines are lower too, because I try hard to do it right and I can actually see that it works better than ever. The reasons for that are mainly two, we talk things through, so that I always know what is acceptable and what is not, and I receive what I deserve for not sticking to these rather simple rules. And driving too fast is not allowed ?!

Having said that, I can only say that I knew what would happen and I would have preferred to receive my punishment rather earlier than later. This is not the kind of anticipation that I like. Waiting for a punishment, thinking, self-reproach and always with the image of Master in mind, who was annoyed, because this driving too fast has happened again. He was a bit annoyed and when he is, he postpones any kind of discipline decision, any punishment, because he does not want anger of any kind to influence his decisions. Good for me, physically speaking, but bad for me, emotionally speaking. I hate this waiting for punishment and the more time passes, the more I think about what I have done. This time, it was a rather cheap affair, but it doesn’t change much. I hate that I have annoyed Master with my thoughtlessness and that alone is something which lets me feel low.

Nevertheless, if things like these happen, which I obviously have a great talent to cause, we are glad that we have a procedure that enables us to get over the problem quickly. In addition, this procedure is an excellent way to improve my behaviour, because Master makes sure to drive his message home and I come out chastised, with a better and corrected attitude and in the long run, far happier, because everything about the affair is over and we don’t have to waste time on endless, fruitless discussions. 

For me, punishments also have the effect that they allow me to let go all frustration that I might have built up, and I always have built up some at such times. Waiting for a whole day for your punishment is another reason why I build up frustration. I guess it is part of my learning process, to think about what has happened over and over again. When the punishment finally comes, I am not keen on it, but I am more than willing to accept it because I feel that I deserved it then and in the end I always have this feeling of relief afterwards. Oh, and I drive slower afterwards too, again!

Late Wednesday evening, Master finally called me and I got my punishment. I got the cane for my infraction and though it hurt like hell, I know it could have been worse. Master can already vary how hard the cane strikes, with how I have to stand or bend. This time I could bend forward with my arms on the bed. If Master had me stand and bend down, hands on ankles, it would have been worse, because in this position, it is more painful for me. Master lectured me about safe driving and he also combined that with how much my driving habits have already improved, which I found rather nice of him to mention, but in that moment my crying intensified and I could let go, because of his nice words in such a moment. Since the caning was over, I got hugged and Master held me in his arms and calmed me down for a few minutes. But I would not get around cornertime, where I should think about ways to be better in sticking to speed limits. Master also wanted me to consider how devastated he would be, if I got injured because of such thoughtlessness. He loves me deeply, I know, but if he says something like that it always is a blow. If not because I want to be safe in the car, then I could at least do it for him. I’ll be better, promise.

have you locked the door? yes, wait oh no,damn it, I'll go get the cane, Sir

Last Wednesday, when Master was not at home,  I left the house with my shopping list in my hand and my thoughts already dealing with preparations for lunch. Since there have been burglaries in our quarter of the town, Master has told me again and again to keep the door locked, always and under all circumstances. And of course, I really meant to, and did so most of the time. After I had forgotten to lock the door while I was alone at home a few weeks ago, I only got lectured. But last Wednesday it had happened again, and I had no excuse for that. I guess it was only because I had been elsewhere with my thoughts. Even after I came home again, I did not think about the door, which was still unlocked, but then I knew, that Master had returned and I thought he had forgotten to do that. Ehm, no, it was me.  Once I had put away my jacket and greeted him, he asked about the door. I was still a bit confused, because I still had this idea that everything was ok. He just shook his head and waited for my reaction. I tried to think harder but finally I could only admit that I had simply forgotten it, again. He was furious, but I could see that he was actually only relieved because nothing had happened to me. I felt guilty and wanted this situation to be over, so I asked if I could bring the cane and receive my well-deserved punishment. Master agreed and just as usual, once it is over, it really is over. Although I don't like the real punishments, I am glad that we have that way out of situations which end up with days or even weeks of sulking, arguments or a tense atmosphere in  other households. Oh, and  I really learned my lesson, this is a quick way of teaching me.