Missokyst
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I wasn't even punished by my parents let alone a man I happened to be fucking. Unless you count being yelled at at the top of his lungs for hours... lol but marriage did tend to put a different twist on not doing as I was told. I don't normally accept a punishment dynamic because usually I am disgustingly obedient (yes, it annoys me but I can't stop that trait). That said, I once was in this sort of relationship where he did punish me because I did do something dangerous and stupid. I felt that while at a party with my lover I should have been more of a focus than I was getting. And when he disappeared for a while with his friend into the poker area, I had been left alone among people I didn't know. So I left. In a cute skirt, nice blouse, high heels and a temper. If you are at all familar with California there are just areas where you do not walk alone at night, this party was in that sort of area. Because I was fuming I choose not to walk down the most logical straight way home, which btw, would have been a 20 mile hike. I deliberatey avoided walking the well lit street of Firestone Ave and instead walked down Manchester.. a much darker scarier walk. It wasn't long before he discovered I was gone. Apparently someone had seen me leave and clued him in to my leaving. He got on his motorcycle and drove around attempting to find me but as I said I chose not to take the deliberate route. It took probably 30 mins or so before he found me. He stopped beside me and said get on. I resisted initially but when he said it again in a much firmer tone I hopped on the back of the bike and he rode me to his place. Once there he ripped my clothes off, which usually meant he needed to fuck me, but in this case he picked me up and let me know how I should never do that again. He told me how he worried, how he thought I might be taken by someone, how that was the longest ride in his life. And then he put me outside on his back porch, naked. He told me he was not letting me back in until I thought about how dangerous it was and HE calmed down enough not to beat me senseless. I think I must have been out there a couple of hours. I thought about how I could damned well just walk home this way after all it was only 5 miles. I plotted out my path, keeping close to houses hiding as much as I could, ect.. and realised that eventually I would have to walk over the overpass in full view, naked. I grabbed one of the lounge cushions and tried to pull the seams open so I could have something to wear.. but curse on my short nails. Nothing I could think of made any sense. And then it hit me. What I did by choosing to walk those dark streets did not make sense either. Every now and then I could see him through the closed curtain, sitting on his bed, smoking cigarette after cigarette. More than I had ever seen him smoke. And I knew he was upset. Eventually I ended up knocking on the glass and telling him I was sorry. He let me back in and told me he was sorry too. And then he said that taking chances like that might have killed me and he wanted to make sure I remembered this, and hauled me over his lap and spanked me in a non playful way. That was our first semi-punishment experience and probably the last. But it did make an impression on me. I did end up taking a breath and thinking about things before doing them impulsively in a fit of anger. I never had that sort of experience again, but I am glad that it happened and I can totally understand how anyone might need it as part of their relationship. I was a very stubborn, very impulsive, very ... uncaring about my life and limb sort of person. The moment he took charge, the moment he stripped me and made me calm down.. the moment I saw him smoking over and over, I knew I had to at least try to be aware that I meant something to someone which is a rare precious gift.
< Message edited by Missokyst -- 9/5/2012 11:54:51 AM >
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pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding ~Gibran, Kahlil “The truth is, everyone is going to hurt you. You just got to find the ones worth suffering for.” ― Bob Marley
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