cassandria
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oyyy...
 some of these are just awful to hear...Kana ...ouch....*wince*....
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I'm going to list punishments that I remember....but some, they had a playful aspect to them and more of a teaching to them than anything....I don't think I've ever been punished in ways that are spoken about here...so perhaps these don't count, but they did teach...
I'm going to think of these just so I stop cringing at collars being cut like credit cards and being ignored by one's Master and told they're so disappointed in you that they cannot even speak...cuz Gawd that's awful. Really, really awful. *shudders*
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1) kneel on rice for an hour - then count it all out and put it back in the burlap sack. That took me an additional four hours - each time I miscounted I had to begin over again. I wasn't allowed to use paper or pen or anything. And I think it took a while for the rice imprints to go away on my knees lol
2) had my perfumes taken away. Apparently a woman can smell "too pretty". Sniff.
3) before, years ago, when I was still terrified of anal anything...I had to lay down, spread my asscheeks and give him access for an hour. He timed it. Scream abuse, whatever, but those aren't the dynamics in my relationships so it wasn't abusive...it was a punishment for me trying to withold something. And in hindsight, it was silly of me..because I was in excellent hands and after that evening, I also moved past that fear....a whole lot  But before that happened, I begged, I pleaded, I stamped my foot, but at the end of the day I did as I was told, and because he kept talking to me, I wasn't able to block him out.
4) I had to pee on newspaper. Granted, it was the Globe and Mail..only the "best" for me apparently, but that's what I get for sauntering past my Master (at the time) and informing him I was going to the bathroom...I wasn't aware my cheeks (the ones on my face) could blush that pinkly. Till he informed me he wasn't leaving the washroom till I peed. Humiliation, anyone? I *still* blush, thinking of that!
5) Was warned if the waxer missed any hairs that he'd be tweezing. She missed five. And fuck, they hurt coming out one at a time. I told her next time, and from then on....that I'd tip her extra, just PLEASE don't miss any lol
6) When I was having "it's not fair!" deleted from my vocabulary, I was handed a flogger and told to use it on his other slave/submissive/woman. I held the thing, not knowing what to really do with it, with a growing aversion to even having it in my hand. He was serious though, and when I hesitated, looking down, he came over and grabbed me by the hair, pinned me up against the wall and told me if I ever again used those words that he'd take off his boots and give them to me. Can you say "horror"?? He laughed, life went on. Lesson learned. That, and I now had an association with his boots that made me wet. His boots = power.
7)This one...more serious. I'd been sassing back all morning, playful but with a bit of an edge...this was a poly relationship and the other woman was constantly taking tons of time, her self-centredness was grating on my nerves, both towards me and towards him, she was making everything into a competition which had me feeling off balance, he was making excuses for her etc...and it was all just rubbing me really the wrong way.
Finally he dragged me down to the dungeon, suspended me, whipped me till I was screaming in fear - phuck those things are terrifying - I'm sure it only lasted a few seconds because it doesn't take long to scare me with them - then caned me. Thoroughly.
It began as a punishment...and then ended with him reminding me of who and what I am, irregardless of the situation. Time on my knees, crying it out, open and raw and honest.
He kept me beside him, on my knees, for the rest of the day. I remember that, because I remember asking him later why I hadn't just gone the simple route and asked him for what I needed...and he told me because I just didn't always know what I needed...that that was his job to read me. And that I had my own way of telling him, eventually. And that he'd always respond accordingly, not to worry.
If he'd really been punishing me, I'm sure he would have ignored me or something worse....but this wasn't something I had done deliberately wrong, was more like me reacting to a not-so-good situation.
It had an effect though...because I wasn't expecting him to be so abrupt or strong...he'd never before done anything like this without a warming up, or at least touching me etc...but this wasn't playtime. Those marks stayed for nearly a month....and I think I lost my sass for at least a few days. Kinda sobering now that I think about it.
8) A canestroke for every minute late. I got away with setting his clocks five minutes ahead for a while, but I forgot about his darned phone. You know, when your Master is someone who bills in six minute incriments, it's _impossible_ to get away with being late. And I shouldn't be late anyways, but in my defense I was coming from a country where time isn't exactly measured in the same way it is here, and old habits die hard. And since I'm more of a wussochist than a masochist, those canestrokes? AIIEE!
I literally would come flying into his office, high heels in my hands, coming to a skidding stop at his feet, on my knees, out of breath saying "I'm not late I'm not late I'm not LATE!!!" because the seconds were ticking and I couldn't wait to be near him...and hoping and praying that I'd made it in time!
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I don't think it's in me to desire to annoy or upset someone deliberately, or anything near it...I think I'm usually looking for ways to make a person smile or be pleased with me, not the opposite. So if the definition of punishment is inclusive of something on my part, deliberately done...then what I've listed doesn't count...sometimes teaching is done in a more negative/creative way, at least with me...because I can be too dense to figure it out myself lol or need a little help.
*edited to add that I left anything abusive out...I have plenty of that, in the past,...but that served no purpose other than to harm me and raise up his own power. I didn't think that counted as "punishment".
< Message edited by cassandria -- 7/14/2010 9:56:54 AM >
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