That's life, that's what all the people sayYou're riding high in April, shot down in MayBut I know I'm gunna change that tune, when I'm back on top -- back on top in June...
Last night with eyes fully open mouse entered the study at Sir's request, to discuss the weeks demerits. After the week we've had, could he actually consider punishing mouse for the accrued points? Part of her wished he would suspend them, a larger part actually needed him to carry it out. Even if it hurt. Especially if it hurt and it would, since her welts are still quite evident. It would demonstrate though to her that we had moved beyond it.
So, with an odd mixture of emotions she stood before the desk she had a love/hate affair with. He spoke decidedly about the mistakes she had made and why she would be punished -- at this point she felt really she had suffered enough this week. Everything she wrote in that first paragraph, forget it. In a flash, mouse was angry with him all over again.
He assisted her to bend over the desk, and he lifted her skirt and held her position. Using only his hand he struck her bottom several times, and tears of anger were replaced with regrets. Everything she wrote in the first paragraph, the one she told everyone to forget about in the second paragraph...Well it was true. Every word. No matter how conflicted she felt about the punishment -- she needed to be held accountable for her other mistakes. Just as she had held him responsible for his.
After he gathered her into his arms, soothing the tears. Then we spoke about what mouse could have done instead, better choices she could have made. There was this sense of relief to have the slate clear -- to know the punishment was indeed over. A giddiness filled mouse that rarely happens after a punishment. While on her knees as he returned his attention to a bit of work, he reached his hand out to touch her, and she kissed it, lovingly, submissively, as a dutiful pet and thanked him. Sincerely she says it again here, thank you Sir.
This morning feels like January 1. Or at least the beginning of a new week a really fresh start, and the silly feelings she felt last night haven't diminished at all.