ownedgirlie
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There was a time when corporal punishment seemed to be the only language I could understand (you're welcome, Bita ). Leftovers from my upbringing, I suppose. It was also the only way I could end the guilt I felt. In retrospect, they really weren't very hard and just served to jolt me into understanding how serious he is about his slave respecting him. I can think of one "spanking" type of punishment which was really rough, and I came to learn that he hated giving them as much as I hated receiving them. My punishments were usually not because of disobedience, as other than two errors (one small, one big), I have not blatantly disobeyed. My punishments were due to what I used to call my "demon attacks." - you know, those lies that would come into my head and tell me this was all a big ploy, and he really didn't care about me...and then I swear they'd possess me and I would lash out. These were the result of some very bad experiences in my life, which left me convinced I could never have value and anyone telling me I did must be lying. I would get myself into hot water every time, by blurting out something I should not have, or throwing accusations at him. Totally disrespectful and inappropriate. This would happen every few months or so. They stopped about a year ago. Simply talking did not solve it. I needed to dig deep and find out what was causing these "attacks." I also needed to understand just how inappropriate my behavior was, and pay a consequence for it. Yes, we would talk - a lot. I would always have an essay (or two, or three...) to write. Sometimes priviledges would be removed. Sometimes other rather severe corporal methods were used (not of the spanking kind), which were very hard on me. Twice I had to write 500 sentences, and the sentences each time were specific to my place as his slave. To this day these sentences are not only relevant to me, but comforting to me, and have become a mantra for me that settles my spirit at the end of each day. Fairness does not factor into it. It is not up to me to determine what he thinks is fair. There has been a time or two when he has punished for something I thought I could not have helped. He chose for me to be punished for it, and I received it without protesting it. I found a lesson in it and grew from it. I didn't die for being punished "unfairly." My bond with him didn't suffer for it. Either he had a reason for it, or he erred. I can live with either. Love does not factor into it, either. He punished me before he ever loved me. But it was always explained to me that my place with him was still secure (except one time when it actually wasn't, but that's a different story). I haven't upset him in a very long time. If I were to upset him again, I would feel worse, not only for upsetting him but for causing him to do something he hates, which is to punish me harshly.
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