agirl
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I have a stubborn streak a mile wide, coupled with an unhelpful amount of pride. It was pretty irritating and counter-productive early on in my relationship with M ( it still can be at times)...........and one of the things that I hated at the time was being told* to do anything. (yes, yes, I know, strange choice of relationship, considering that) He *told* me I was to call him *sir*until further notice........ which I hated doing at the time. (Not because he wanted to be called *sir* but because I was consistantly stubborn and too stuffed with pride to do so). I kept *forgetting* so he added a cane stroke for every time I didn't say it. During the week while he was away, I thought I was being clever by pushing the number of cane strokes up to a ridiculous level, thinking that it would be impossible to carry them out. I managed to reach 400 strokes. The very next time he walked through the door he tied me over my bench and calmly began delivering the accrued strokes....from cold. He stopped after 200, by which time my bum was bleeding in places and I was a sobbing mess. I was stupendously relieved when he untied me and chatted away after making me a delicious lunch. The ordeal was over. I was right......I thought. A little part of me felt victorious, my ploy had worked............yet inside I was also disappointed. After clearing away our plates he said cheerfully* Right, back upstairs, we have to get through the other 200*. That was the worst beating I've ever had and I never, EVER made the mistake of thinking he wouldn't do what he said he'd do, EVER again. It also was the best of times, despite the utter agony, to know I would never be able to manipulate him. It also gave me a huge hand in keeping both my stubborness and pride in check. agirl
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