ownedbyPF -> RE: Punishment (7/9/2010 6:04:03 AM)
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We have a punishment dynamic. It isn't pretty. It isn't funishment. I hate it, but I desperately need it. I have to have my ass on the line in order not to cross the line. I'd like to say that I am capable of being obedient and giving, respectful, and all the rest without it, but I'm not. If I were I would have made a much better wife. Instead I operate on a level of letting things slide, and I can get over anything pretty quick which is good when you are talking about anger, but not so great when you are talking about guilt over disappointing him. I would feel bad for a couple of hours and then promptly sweep it from my mind. I might even reallllllly want to stay within the lines of acceptable... until there is a moment it doesn't work for me and then I can justify why it's okay for me to push past that line. With my Owner, when I feel the temptation to slack off in what I'm supposed to do, or when I'm inclined to bottle something up, or when I'm angry and could easily say something really awful...... the fear of being whipped for it is what reels me back into where I need to be... where I really want to be. I need to fear him a little bit. I need to know that he will force me to do whatever it is that is required of me. It's what gives me the strength and resolve to do what I know I need to do, even if it's hard. In the beginning I was so flippin greatful that he was capable of really punishing me, not letting me walk away thinking that was fun, or that was it??? I still am grateful he can be that harsh and strict with me. I thrive in it. Now that we've been together a few years it's engrained on what to do and how to do it. The knowledge of what will happen if I don't is rock solid in me and I do everything I can to avoid it and he rarely needs to do it. If however, I thought that I could let things slide, that he'd slacked off... I'd slide right on out of the box. It isn't about loving him, love doesn't begin to feel like a strong enough word. It isn't that I don't desperately want to please him. It isn't that I don't want to be obedient. It's just that sometimes you just really are tempted to blow off your day and not get the laundry done, or you are mad and want to snap off, or you find laying yourself wide open to talk about something is really hard and you'd rather just shove it in a bottle. And some days you just don't feel like going to the gym! Instead of convincing myself that all of those things are okay because of x, I suck it up and do it. Instead of getting angry and mouthing off, I think about what I need to say and we talk it through. Instead of bottling things up, or protecting myself from feeling vulnerable, I lay myself out and he makes me feel safe. Instead of the laundry mounting, it's done aaaand folded aaaaand even put away! We talk... ALOT. We talk about all of it, I get whipped, I sob on his shoulder, he pulls me back together and we move on... ~s
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