See, the sky did not fail to send you notice that it was falling, hell is still hot, and pigs aren't flying. Feel better now?
He just decided to stop. That my self-punishment might be more effective because I wouldn't get the same sense of purification that happens when the slate is wiped clean. And yes, after a certain point, I begged for punishment. He refused.
There hasn't been a whole lot of Dominating and submitting going on around here. In fact, I had contemplated a post consisting of only one line, "what is D/s?".
And I had started getting really snarky. A couple of days ago, he said he had had enough. That he was starting to get really ticked off by my attitude and he was going to punish me.
"Enjoy sitting in that chair today, because you aren't going to be sitting on anything tomorrow!"
And I was irritated about it thinking something along the lines of, "he can't punish me if he doesn't want to Dominate me in the first place!" So naturally, since my brain-to-mouth filter seems to be in a state of permanent failure, I said, "we don't do that anymore! You can't punish me!"
He was mad and I knew it.
I went to bed. He didn't come punish me.
So I woke up in the morning with a
Later that morning he grabbed the back of my head in a vice-like grip. Yanking my head back, he leaned over and hissed in my ear, "I didn't punish you last night because I thought that I might be bending our agreement about not punishing you in anger. But make no mistake, I will not tolerate this attitude out of you any longer. You are Mine until the end of existence."
Several screaming swats of the cane later, and suddenly I didn't feel in the least bit snarky anymore. I actually felt really sheepish and remorseful for being such a self-righteous bitch.
And very very satisfied with life.