You know that you have made a mistake, a big mistake, an action that came out of what you fully know to be behaviour that is totally unacceptable.
It is not that you, even vaguely, didn’t know that this would get a reaction. The situation has been clearly set out, explained and documented as such within The Rules that had been written carefully for you. And to which you readily agreed to honour.
A boundary has been breached. A behavioural fence has been broken. A limit has been transgressed.
A border has been penetrated and now you are paying the price.
Bending over the table you are beginning to regret that Brat outburst of “Make me” when Sir told you to not make a scene in the restaurant when he chose your meal for you. It’s not as if Sir’s choice was outside your taste preferences.
It just came out of the blue. Behaviour to test the patience of your Owner.
A little short of breath and anxious, the tension is also delicious and intoxicating.
The room is cool and your bare legs and bottom can feel the breeze from the open window, a calming sensation, but only probably for the moment. Just for the moment.
You are aware that Sir has entered the room but has said nothing and is watching you from a distance. This inertia seems to last forever, knowing that the reaction that you have caused will be delivered to correct such shoddy behaviour and thinking.
A cold sensation comes to your bottom and you quickly recognise that to be the tip of the leather riding crop which is now just resting upon your smooth flesh. Gently Sir taps out a rhythm on your buttocks, each tap getting a little firmer and heightening your anticipation that little bit more.
Then nothing. Silence. All is calm. The curtains move in the breeze and you are left waiting. Perhaps you have been forgiven and the act of penance has been completed.
Suddenly you hear the sound of the crop hitting the table next to your right hip, so close that you feel the air moving from the power used to deliver the stroke. This is an alarming sound, brittle as snapping ice.
The warmth of your arousal is hampering a clear head that you so want and need in this situation, but any resistance or fight that you ever had is over, gone and totally evaporated. You have to give in and submit to the punishment that you fully deserve.
Sir thinks in numbers that end in a 5 or a 10: will there be 5 strikes or 10 strikes that will correct your behaviour? Possibly 15? Only time will tell.
The strikes are firm, memorable and come with regular timing: an opportunity to reflect on your poor, unacceptable and challenging behaviour between them, each one bringing a surge of excitement, anticipation and longing for the next one.
The electricity generated by each stroke is mesmerising, raising your sensations and heightening your arousal.
Deep down you issue a silent plea for more and more attention from Sir, knowing that in doing that you sink deeper into your Submission and Ownership.
A Lesson delivered but behaviour yet to be corrected.