I wish this were a party report about how much fun I had a the Shadow Lane party this weekend. Or the start of a discussion about how difficult long-distance discipline can be — something I promised a new friend the other day. It isn’t though.
Instead, yesterday after he’d driven us home from Vegas and returned the rental car, Pablo told me (before spanking me good night hard enough to bring tears to my eyes) that when he got home from a meeting today he was going to wallop me.
Surprisingly, even with that promise looming in my future, I still managed to sleep.
Before he left for work this morning, he reminded me of our coming "discussion" and that I was to have my two pages of writing and my clothes and such unpacked when he got home from his meeting. He also told me that he’d changed my computer profile so I was locked off the net.
Okay, okay, I mumbled and then went back to sleep (it had been a long as well as fun weekend).
A couple hours later, I’d only just gotten up when a friend called. We hadn’t seen each other in a while and chatted for a bit. Turned out she wanted to come over for a visit.
Now, I wanted to see her. But at first couldn’t decide whether to invite her for this evening (I had no idea what Pablo had in mind, but whatever it was, I didn’t want a friend to be there for our little "talk" or anytime soon after, nor did I want to annoy him by either not having my work done or seeming to have put off the discussion by having someone over when he got home). Still, it was morning and so I figured we could have coffee and chat for a couple hours and I could still get my work done before Pablo got home.
I was right, but only by a couple of minutes.
He had me change into a clean tee shirt and school knickers and go stand in the corner. While I was waiting there he asked me to think about why I was there. Now here’s the funny part. I’d honestly forgotten. And so I couldn’t tell him for quite a while, something that didn’t really impress him.
Why was I there? Basically for doing something I wasn’t supposed to, not because I was being disobedient, but because I’d acted without thinking. It probably is getting old, but I swear, that covers most of my spankings.
When I finally was told to turn around, Pablo was sitting on a straight backed chair and holding a ping pong paddle. I can’t tell you how much I hate that thing, but it’s a lot. It seems to sting an insane amount, plus reminds me painfully of being spanked as a child (when one was used) and also is (as discussed here) really really loud.
Anyway, I ended up otk being spanked bare with that thing. It wasn’t especially hard and fast, but it was long and there was lecturing involved. I did start whining in the middle that the spanking seemed too hard for how small a thing it was, which apparently revealed that I’d missed the point. That what was serious was how often I was doing things wrong without any intention to do so, just because I wasn’t thinking about what I was doing and their possible consequences.
I think that spankings even for smaller things that I’m doing carelessly or thoughtlessly are going to be harder now. At least that was what I took away from this, that I need to be more aware of what I’m doing, that I’m "not going to be able to tell him sweetly and humorously that I did something without thinking and expect him to laugh and forget about it." I think this is what Pablo told me while I was standing in the corner after wards.
This is being taken seriously. And I’m going to have to take things more seriously too.
Oh… and then he took me out to an early dinner. After stopping by our local Sur La Table for what looks to me like an insanely large spoon. It’s the big one in this picture. What’s it for? To remind me to put things away after I’m finished with them and to throw things away "as soon as they become trash."
How embarrassing. Maybe I can make sure he won’t need it after all.