That might not sound like a big deal but before entering my Masters bed I kneel beside Him in a condition satisfying his specifications, which isn't very concealing on my part. This is a nightly routine and one I realize is used in many D/s relationships. I like it very much. It is a ritual in which my Master brings me into His bed and reinforces His desire to have me there.
It has been a long week, but I have in no way conveyed to Him that I am particularly tired and maybe in need of some extra rest. This is also unacceptable. Two demerits for me.
My Master said nothing of this last night. He allowed me to curl up next to him and fall asleep. That was incredibly considerate of him. This morning, however, I realized what I did and I was very disappointed in myself.
When I served Him His coffee, I waited a few minutes for him to wake up while I rubbed His back. Once I was sure He was ready to talk to me, I confessed that I was truly sorry for my transgressions. He told me he understood that I was tired and got out of bed. My Master proceeded to have me lift my skirt. The children were awake and watching television in the living room, but Master felt this needed to be addressed immediately.
Do you like twizzlers? I do, sometimes. The cherry twists are particularly tasty. However, candy treats in the morning was not on the agenda. Much quieter than most bottom warming implements, it has a sting to it that when delivered just so on a bare bottom can have a lasting impression.
In situations like these, my silence is an absolute. My Master was sure to pause in between each slap of the twizzler to allow me time to fully embrace each sting and then prepare for the next. It was a most needed correction and I shall not soon forget my duties at bedtime. I am thankful to my Master for his guidance and direction.
Twizzler anyone?
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