Lesson Learned, Sir in NSFW

TLDR: I got punished for being a brat and I hated every minute of it. And then I was spanked, teased, tortured, fucked, and came five times.

I’m bad at taking care of myself. Very, very bad. I don’t prioritize my needs and put everything/one above myself. It’s something I’m horrible at. And it got to the point that I was averaging a single meal a day (and that single meal was usually like chicken broth and veggies - because I’m lazy and like it simple), I had been on my period for two months (I hate doctors, okay), and I just was not thriving.

I ended up going to the doctor because I was sick and tired of bleeding for eternity (despite being on birth control to help with it) and got bloodwork done. Everything was mostly normal-ish. The two things that weren’t were my red blood cells and my vitamin D levels. I’m super anemic, my red blood cells are all over the place, tiny, and the wrong size. And my vitamin D levels were in the tank - the low end of normal is 30; mine was a 9.

So, when I was talking about this with A (that’s what I’m going to refer to the guy I’ve been seeing the last few months, that I am in a D/s relationship with, but calling him Sir here doesn’t feel right) he mentioned that we could implement some rules about taking care of myself. This way I’m being held accountable and will have consequences if I don’t.

I was like, cool, awesome, hit me with the rules. They were simple: at least two meals a day, take the medication prescribed by my doctor (vitamin D, iron, and a new birth control), and spend more time outside by walking daily. It wasn’t anything excessive, so I was onboard.

But then in true me fashion, I let it all take a back burner to everything else going on around me. He gave me one free day because I was traveling 4 hours away for work. But then I kept making excuses. I got warned I would be punished for not following the rules the next time I saw him. But I still was struggling with the taking care of myself thing. And then I started being a brat, testing the boundaries by telling him to just add the punishments to my tab. He warned me that my punishments wouldn’t be like what I’ve experienced so far - that I’m not going to like it.

I ignored him and just internally rolled my eyes.

I’m a people pleaser by nature and I’d consider myself a service oriented sub, but I also am a brat that wants to test. I want to be put in my place, shown that you aren’t going to leave if I do something wrong.

I went to his place on Sunday, knowing I had earned punishments. One of the ones he kept talking about was using ice on me. Specifically, putting ice cubes in my ass, then a plug, and then using me as his foot stool.

Immediately when I walked in he led me to his room and had me lay out everything in the toy bag and then stripped me. He grabbed the new paddle, a metal plug, and then blindfolded me before he took me to the living room. There, he put me on my knees and had me lay my face on a pillow he had placed on the ground, my ass in the air. He used the paddle, delivering 10 or so hard smacks on my ass. The new paddle is a lot sturdier and delivers a hefty thud, it didn’t take a lot for the pain and my ass to start to swell. Then he instructed me not to move while he went to the kitchen.

At this point I was giggling. I can’t control it - I giggle when I’m scared, in pain, nervous, etc.. I was so on edge, thinking about what was to come.

When he came back into the room he began teasing me, stroking my ass and back. And then came the ice. Across my ass, down my thighs, along the slit of my pussy before he brought it to my ass and began pushing it in.

He was right - I hated everything about it. It was awful. It was so cold it was painful and these were not tiny ice cubes. He got three in and I was just shaking and begging him to stop before he put the plug in.

And then I became a foot stool.

I’ve never really done these humiliation/degradation type of things, so I wasn’t sure how I was going to take it. Typically, the thought of humiliation stuff makes me feel a bad way.

So, imagine my surprise when I started to get wet. His bare feet on my low back and ass, moving to put pressure on the plug. And then he used his feet to stretch my ass cheeks and ran them along my pussy and clit. Never in a million years did I think I would ever find this a turn on - never.

I think it was the degradation, taboo, dirtiness of it. I’m a slut for being used.

This went on for forty-five minutes. Removing the plug, putting in more ice, replacing the plug, and then being used as he watched something on TV.

I was laying there shaking and begging him to stop, repeating over and over that I had learned my lesson. He changed my position, having me lay on my back with my legs spread, and left the room again. Once again I was left just uncomfortably giggling and vibrating, wondering what the fuck was going to come next.

Teasing and torturing. He came back with a vibrator and a dildo. He put the vibrator on my clit. When I tried to close my legs he slapped my inner thighs and growled at me to leave them open. This teasing with the vibrator on my clit went on for what felt like an eternity. Simultaneously he was reaching up to wrap a hand around my throat, taking my nipples into his mouth and biting them.

Then he abruptly stopped and told me to get on my hands and knees, that he was going to fuck my ass. As someone who went into this relationship as an anal virgin, I’ve had more anal sex and play than anything else. Anyways, on my hands and knees I went. Then came the lube. And then the head of his cock.

He is well endowed, probably one of the biggest I’ve been with. And he was so fucking hard at this point. The stretch and the burn had me whimpering and begging him to stop. He paused, telling my that I could take it, that I’m such a good girl as he stroked my ass cheeks. So, I started pushing back on him, fucking myself. That helped stretch me out so he could start fucking me himself. Then he tried to insert a dildo in my pussy. And jfc I thought I was going to tear in half. When it was clear that I hadn’t graduated to DP he stopped that and just rubbed my clit as he fucked me. He went hard and fast, roughly fucking me until he came. All while telling me what a good girl I am, taking his cock.

And then he cooked me dinner. Lol.

At one point while we waited for dinner to cook I was paddled more. A lot more. First it was thirty paddles. Then a break. Then fifteen more. Then a break. Then ten more. And another break. I swear to god my ass couldn’t take anymore. But then he started whispering what a good girl I am and that I could take more for him. And I did. I took more after dinner too, those ones had me shivering - I’m not sure if it was the pain or just how my body was processing it all or what.

After dinner he took my to his room and had me lay down to cuddle, him wrapping me in his arms. Then he moved me onto my back, running a hand between my legs, he told me to open them and keep them open. His mouth was right against my right ear as he whispered dirty things to me, asking if I wanted him to touch me, what I wanted him to do as a reward, if I wanted him to lick my pussy and suck on my clit.

He followed through, sucking on my clit as he fingered me as I begged for permission to cum. It wasn’t until I was gasping and writhing that he granted me permission and I came for the first time.

Then he went back to just whispering dirty things he wanted to do to me as he held me, rubbing my clit and fingering me. And this is one of my favorite things ever. I came two more times this way.

At this point I was just a soaked, writhing, needy mess and I began begging him for more. I needed something in me. So he grabbed a dildo and started fucking me with it as he held me down with my legs open. He wasn’t being gentle about it and at one point he shifted the dildo and was hitting a spot that had me screaming and cumming. He kept up in that spot and it wasn’t long before I was uncontrollably cumming again.

Are we keeping count? That’s five times. This is the sex I read of in my smutty romance books or see in porn. How is it my reality?

After I was a shaking and spent me we just laid there for a while, cuddling before I had to leave.

As I was packing everything up he grabbed the paddle again and asked me if I could take ten more for him. So, I did, bending over the edge of the bed and counting off each smack, at this point every single one was painful and had me trying to shake it off/shift away. Then he did the tenth extra hard and that had me shooting off the bed, turning away from him, and gasping for air. He was immediately behind me, pressing his body against mine as one hand wrapped around my neck, holding me in place as he told me to take deep breaths. His other hand was on my ass cheek, massaging the pain away. And that was arguably the hottest moment of the night, and still has my eyes rolling into the back of my head and panties getting wet days later.

I’ve never experienced anything like this and I’m enjoying everything about it. There is a lot more to it than this sexual stuff, but maybe I’ll get into it in a separate non-NSFW entry.

Just gonna text A and ask if he can really use and abuse me the next time we see each other and see what happens.

xxx Lacey