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Sundays are Punishment Days

This is from the Sunday when I visited the time before last (20/1/12) Sorry it’s late and that I have actually seen Sir in the meantime, I just want to post these things chronologically, even though I’m pretty slow at getting around to posting.

So if you can think back to so long ago, on the Saturday morning I had accidentally come without permission. I’ve never done it before and I was so upset and kept apologising and Sir just cuddled me and said “Aww Princess, you’re going to get punished so hard for that.” >.< 

On Sunday we had a really lazy hangover day until Sir finally decided it was punishment time and undressed me and took my diaper off and went into the kitchen, to get the dreaded wooden spoon and told me to come lay over his lap. It was ever so humiliating since Sir was fully dressed and I was naked. Once he had me over his lap, he said

“How many spanks do you think you deserve?”

“Umm… 40?”

“I was thinking 50, but that’s pretty close.” 

“Okay, Sir.”

“I’m going to spank you very fast and I want you to count. If you stop counting, or miss a number, I’ll just carry on spanking until you start from where you stopped. Understand?”

“Yes Sir.”

By this point my head was a total mess and all I could think about was how much the wooden spoon hurt me last time, and then Sir kept doing that evil thing where he’d stroke my butt with the spoon, or pretend to spank me so that I tensed up, but still he didn’t spank me. Basically the tension was unbearable for my poor little subbie mindset and I started crying before he’d even spanked me. 

Sir knows that I tense up so that it doesn’t hurt so much, so this time he did a lot of fake spanks until I relaxed and then he would do it properly. When I reached 25 I was half-bawling, half-screaming and wriggling all over his lap and kicking my legs and just wanted it to be over with. He said I was halfway there and carried on.

Between 25 and 40 I was just a wreck and started falling off his lap several times because I was moving around so much, and he had to pull me back up. At some point obviously my stupid brain tried to put my hand back to cover my poor sore little bottom, but he just pulled my wrists together and held them tightly at the small of my back, so I couldn’t move them at all. 

When we got to 40 I was still crying but starting to calm down.

“10 more, princess.”

“Wait, what? You said it was 40!”

“I said 50, you said 40.”

“Nooooooo”

By then I was just a pathetic sobbing little mess when I choked through the last 10. 

Afterwards he held me there and asked me if I would be coming without permission again. I said no. Then he let me lay on the bed and I was still crying a little but and cuddled him so hard cause I just really needed comforting. He apologised later for shoving a camera in my face haha.

Afterwards he pointed out that I made made a mess on his jeans and asked if I had secretly enjoyed it. Very embarrassing.