How does your Dominant Discipline You?
This is the question in today's submissive guide journal prompt. Routine is the foundation of discipline in the relationship. When a rule has been broken, there is a protocol... a routine that is followed in order to handle the discipline. A clear, defined outline so signify where the discipline starts and where it ends. When the discipline is over, the transgression is forgotten and life can resume. So, how does this routine happen?
"babygirl, come here and kneel down." Master says softly, but sternly. i know from the tone of His voice that i am in trouble. i walk over to his chair and kneel down in front of Him. He is sitting in His chair, His presence ominous in front and above me. "i am very disappointed in your lack of attention in detail to your chores, babygirl." He comments softly as He rolled up the sleeves on his button-down shirt. Honestly, the fact that He had not had me roll them up for Him when He came home should have been the first clue that i had a punishment coming tonight. "Do you believe you have been doing a sufficient job on your household chores babygirl?" He asked. His voice was still even and calm, as it always was during punishment times.
"No Master," i answered softly. In honesty, i had been neglecting the sufficiency of my chores.
"Yes, you have been." He agreed. i knew He would not ask why because there was honestly no good reason for me to neglect my chores. "Scoot back, babygirl." He said as He stood up from His chair. Scooting my kneeling body back, I heard His belt woosh from the loops of His pants. my body shuddered as the reality of the situation overtook me. i had known from the moment He had called me over to kneel down that i was going to be punished but the sound of the belt coming out of the loops of His pants caused the reality of the situation to slap me in the face.
He walked around behind me and trailed the belt along the skin of my back. "your chores have been insufficient for the past five days." He began. "I had hoped that you would remedy the situation yourself, but you have not. Do you agree with that statement, babygirl?"
"Yes Master." I whispered softly feeling the belt as he trailed it along the skin on my back and my front side.
"Good babygirl. For that, you will receive five lashes on each cheek. Do you understand babygirl" He said standing directly in front of me. This was the stance He took waiting for my acceptance.
I took a deep breath and knelt upright, offering myself to Him. "Yes Master, I understand that I will receive five lashes on each cheek, with Your belt for not sufficiently completing my household chores for the past five days."
His gaze was on me, his arms crossed across His broad chest, the belt dangling from His hand and between his arms. His stance was wide and firm. i knew He was not happy about this punishment, as with most punishments that He had to perform with me. He nodded His head ever so slightly and then moved around behind me. "Move up onto My chair." He said softly.
As I moved my body up onto His chair, tears had already started to form in my eyes. i didn't like disappointing Him - hated it more than i hated being punished. i knelt on the edge of the chair and leaned over putting my hands onto the back of the chair. In this position, my ass and upper legs were presented to Him. i tucked my feet so that they were protected and then lowered my head.
Just had I had assumed that position, i heard the woosh of the belt flying through the air. Immediately it struck my left ass cheek and the air left my chest. i gasped loudly but held myself together. The second and third lashes landed quickly on the same cheek and thankfully, He delivered the next two blows to my right cheek. i held back my screams, but not my tears, as He continued the lashes until He had reached the ten lashes. my ass was on fire and the tears were freely flowing down my face.
I climbed down from the chair, turned around and knelt before Him. "Tell me." He said, His voice still stern.
"i was punished with five lashes on each cheek with Your belt for not sufficiently completing my household chores for the past five days. Thank you Master for reminding me of my place and my duties to You. In the future, i will remember to complete my chores with sufficiency to your expectations." I stammered through my tears.
"Very good babygirl." He said. i watched, with my head still lowered, as His feet moved around and knew He was sitting in His chair. "Climb up." i turned around and climbed up onto His lap, curling up into His safe and strong arms. These were the arms that had just brought me pain, but these were also the arms that kept me safe. There were the arms that protected me, but this was also the Man that expected me to live up to the guidelines that He had outlined for me. This was the Man that expected me to live up to the guidelines that He had outlined for me, but those were the rules and protocols that i had agreed to.
He let me cry until my tears were all cried out, let me sip water until i was calmed down, held me until i was ready to move again. He knew, however, that i would remember these moments when doing my chores.
A set start, a set finish... a set protocol... a set routine...