Over the past week, mouse has caught Daddy scribbling in his demerit book, he keeps with him most of the time. Of course mouse didn't know what he was scribbling or if it was actually the demerit book -- Because what mouse calls the demerit book, is just a small notebook, Daddy writes in. If he needs to remember something it goes in there. Sure, there's probably an app for that, but he also feels during lunch with colleagues it's not always appropriate to take out your phone.
So he carries a small black book, or maybe booklet, to jot down thoughts. Demerits go into that booklet too. Confidence was high that the infractions were small with mouse, but still it didn't stop the butterflies in her tummy as Thursday evening rolled around. When he called her into his study and asked her to close the door mouse's heart sank a little. He won't bother punishing for less than 2 demerits, he might lecture a little or make her write lines.
Over the previous weeks Daddy hasn't punished mouse harshly, because she's been careful -- paying attention to her lists and not making assumptions where he's concerned. But he's noticed a pattern that mouse will often sneak up to the punishment line and that's been coming up more often than not. Often he'll take into account, if mouse is feeling tired or cranky about something -- he's not at all unreasonable. At least not completely, but recently he's noticed times where mouse has been less than thoughtful.
Listening to his lecture of her accounts, made mouse feel rather small, and none were horrible but Daddy said knowing mouse as he does, he knows she'll escalate the behaviors if he allowed it.
He said also he doesn't want to punish mouse in our bedroom anymore. He doesn't believe that's the proper place. That really should have been a huge clue to mouse, when Daddy suggested earlier this week mouse move an older bathrobe into the study closet. Unceremoniously, Daddy told mouse to remove all her clothing and jewelry (not the barbells) and place them on a his desk. He had to tie her hair back into a pony tail and proceeded to remind her when she smirked a little (the whole thing was kinda exciting), this wasn't going to be fun. He unlocked the wardrobe and took out the leather cuffs and the cane and cleared off a portion of his desk. On the inside of the desk is large gage hook which he threads through a length of rope and attaches it the cuffs, after having mouse bend over the desk. It's not really long enough so it pulls and mouse will push with her toes. Ironically that's exactly what he wants since it puts her bottom in the perfect position.
Something cold runs down her spine, prickly feeling and it makes mouse shiver. Already she's wanting to beg for mercy. He blindfolds mouse, saying it's better this way. He reaches between her legs and plays with her clit, and calls her slut when she wriggles. There's no mistaking though when she feels a small clamp bearing down there and whimpers.
Mentally mouse keeps telling herself, it will be over soon. He spoke clearly about her Expectations and which ones still required work, he praised her in other areas. He told mouse to kiss the cane, he placed by her lips. Then he reminded her to count. Ten times he struck. By three mouse was in tears. By, 7 mouse's counting was almost indistinguishable from her cries. When he reached 10 he didn't immediately release mouse from the rope, but just removed the clamp. Then she felt him pressing himself against her...
After he finished, he released her from the rope, removed the cuffs, wrapped her in the robe, and held her as she cried and thanked him.
Sometimes mouse requires a little more than a physical correction but mental one and Daddy knew him using mouse like that after the punishment would drive that message home to her.
This morning, that mental shift was evident as mouse began to over-compensate for all the crankiness she's displayed recently. He refused her morning oral attention saying we needed to exercise and begin the day. It stung like any rejection. After we exercised and returned upstairs, he had mouse kneel in the shower.
Now it should be noted that mouse isn't fond of the whole "golden shower" thing. Some really like it, but for mouse...never did and it's rather humiliating and debasing to her. The discomfort isn't of much consequence to him. When he finished he turned on the water and told mouse to remain kneeling. Now he wanted his oral service. No refusal, no balking just opened her mouth and took him. Mentally mouse was totally grossed out (again...the whole urine thing).
When he finished he washed his body and hair and told mouse remain kneeling until he finished. Then he left the shower. Maybe this punishment wasn't over?
He told mouse to hurry up and wash, which she wasted no time washing her hair like 6 times. There probably wasn't enough shampoo and soap in the house. The conditioner was in when the water suddenly turned cold (the shower controls are outside the shower -- no need to further wonder who did that). Quickly, mouse rinsed and got out. Drowned mouse dripping on the floor.
Daddy was already dressed and handed mouse a towel. It felt warm -- he warned it in the dryer...
When she dried off, he told her to lift her arms for the corset and to hurry dressing because she had to still make breakfast and now we were behind schedule a little. He took a little time to have breakfast with the kids and mouse.
Right before he left he told mouse to blog about this. He'd look forward to reading it today and we can discuss it later.
There's a whole lot of remorseful feelings in mouse right now. It's true lately mouse has been more than a little cynical...Even now she's struggling to find the word he used..."Sardonic?" Yes, that was it. And the thing is that mouse doesn't mean to be that way. Sometimes she forgets how much he hates it when she acts like that. Don't know maybe she begins behaving too familiar taking things for granted that it doesn't bother him, when she should know fully that it does and should bother him.
This last part probably isn't making any sense at all...
While mouse was being punished, it felt unfair, not the cane part, but all the parts afterward and the need to continue it into the morning that has mouse rattled and at the same time finds it comforting. The display of Dominance, being stripped and without choice was totally a turn on. Mentally at times, mouse feels that whole idea of consensual slavery is a mind screw.