I got punished last night. It felt good. How weird is that to say.
But I deserved it. I think that is why it was good. Normally I am not into pain at all. Hurt hurts. But after I disappointed him yesterday, having him tell me he was disappointed, spank me, and then tell me he forgave me was exceedingly freeing.
I flirted. I didn’t really mean to. I got carried away. And as soon as the conversation was over, I didn’t feel guilty per se, but I did want to tell Sir about it right away. I sent him a text and told him about it. He said he would review the conversation and let me know. Talk about an uncomfortable afternoon. I threw myself into my tasks. Not that that would make up for it, but I needed to focus on something. He messaged me later and said that I would, in fact, be punished. Not because I flirted, he didn’t mind that. But I didn’t expressly clarify that I would need my Sir’s permission first. I offered services (a warm towel specifically), which I was not at liberty to offer without asking Sir first. An obvious misstep on my part, looking back. But we live and learn. I obviously won’t do that again.
But, at the same time, having that connection after the punishment was over was really nice. We laughed and talked about how we want to see the new Avengers movie this weekend, but we don’t think we can work out a babysitter. He tied me up and fucked me and kissed my forehead and went to sleep. It was the best parts of us. And as much as I don’t want to deserve his punishment again, because I never want to disappoint him; there is a connection that we get from it that can’t be duplicated. And knowing me, I will mess up often enough that we will get there regularly, whether I want to or not.