My weigh in was not a loss...nor a gain. Honestly i was relieved, went out to lunch with a friend yesterday, she "twisted my arm" into having a build your own ice cream sundae. I have been going to Curves, and being sorta careful about what i eat.....
Master asked for my weigh in early in the day...i swear He has cameras installed here that i am not aware of...He was not impressed. He let me know that the weekend would start off with a basement visit. Yes i did argue a bit, but finally just sent a Yes Sir.
When i got to His place, the basement door was open...not a good sign. We hugged He took my hand and i pulled it back. I tried again...it was not a gain, i am just in a 'rough spot', it is not fair....that last one always works so well. I very slowly walked down, on step at a time.....He was not impressed.
There was an old wooden chair, and i tried to quickly look around to see what 'instrument of destruction' i could find but i saw nothing that might fit the category. He told me to sit while we chatted some more. He reminded me of our agreement...He reminded me that i have been trying to lose 10 pounds for 4 months, ( there has lots of unexpected travel...which He did take into account), ...He reminded me i get a break after i reach the goal, He reminded me that this is what i want. I finally just said.... just get it over with.
He gave me a raised eyebrow look...telling me that if i go into the paddling with that mindset, He could spank til i was bruised and it would make no difference. We talked some more....i became a little more...compliant?...regretful?....submissive?
I was told to get up, lean over and grab the sides of the chair seat. If i let go He would start over. I started to look back, wanting to see what He was going to use, but i was told to face the chair and not look back again.
Whatever it was, it was wood, it was heavy, and it covered all of my bottom. Each stroke took my breath away. After the second one, He said...i believe that is 2, are you counting or am I? I replied...whatever You want...i thought it was pretty submissive of me...He had a different opinion.
I wast told to count and thank Him after each stroke.
After a couple more, He commented that i was counting very slowly...my comment...IT HURTS...
After the 7th one , my voice and my heart became softer, i was counting a little more quickly...it still HURT, but i was less rigid. We get to 10, i thank Him and hope it is the end. We get to 12 , i hope it is the end....and it is...He tells me to get up, reaches out to me, for a bear hug.
We talk some more, I tell Him that He is going to go from being a Mr, Very Nice Master to a Very Big Meanie One, to all of you....He thanks you all...
He gives me permission for a rub, then tells me i am not to touch again until He gives me permission, and He does not want me to ask for any permissions, until further notice. He then sits and pulls me on His lap...keeping me close. He reminds me of the wonderful memories we have made this past week, of how far we have come, in so many ways....and it takes a while, but i lose my 'pout', and relax....and smile.....and thank Him..and this time i mean it.