One afternoon after we’d had a discipline session in the bedroom, we were talking about it afterward. We often did this, something she called “after care” and a way for both of us to give feedback on the experience. It was usually during this time that we’d have our most honest conversations about how we were feeling about certain things. On this day, I mentioned that I really enjoyed the sexual discipline, but part of me was also interested in being disciplined for non-sexual things.
I thought I would have to explain what I meant by that, but instead she surprised me by getting a happy look on her face and saying that she had really wanted to punish me for non-sexual things but wasn’t sure I would be into it. I told her I wanted it a lot and perhaps would even enjoy it more than the sexual discipline.
A little bit of time passed and I’d almost forgotten about that conversation. We were driving home from somewhere and when we got in the car she started to drive away and then reminded me to put on my seat belt. I was almost always mindful of seat belts, but hadn’t put it on that day because I was doing something with my phone. I ignored her, mostly because I was finishing what I was doing, then I was going to put the seat belt on. Then she reminded me a second time with a bit of frustration in her voice, so I put it on.
When we got home, I went to sit down in front of the television and she came over to me and said she didn’t want me watching TV. I was admittedly confused. She told me she wanted to go into the bedroom and wait for her. I think she could sense that I didn’t understand what was happening, so she told me she was punishing me because of the seat belt incident.
She came into the bedroom moment later with the leather strap we used for spankings. She started lecturing me about how that wasn’t the first time I had ignored her when she’d reminded me to put on a seat belt, and she was tired of that attitude. I could tell she was in a very different mindset from when she would give me a sexual punishment. She seemed legitimately angry at me and was speaking to me in a tone of voice that implied she was upset and needed to punish me.
She told me that she was implementing a new rule that I had to put my seat belt on first thing after I get in the car, even before starting the engine, and she warned me I would be punished if I didn’t.
Then she spanked me. Then she told me I was grounded for a week. I could go to work, and I could go out places with her if she invited me, but that was it. There were three things I had scheduled that week that I had to cancel.
The next day I came home from work and was fooling around on the internet when she came home. She immediately asked me what I was doing, and then asked why I thought it would be OK to use the internet while grounded. She told me that I was forbidden from television and internet for the rest of the time I was being punished.
The she said, “Since you don’t see to understand the rules of being grounded, I think we should add a few more days so you can practice. Then she extended it from 7 days to 10 days.
On day 9 of my punishment, she told me we were going out to eat. Then she said I wouldn’t have any say in which restaurant because I was being grounded. When we got to the place, a spot that I really neither liked or disliked, she told me I didn’t need a menu because she would be ordering for me.
I figured she would order something she knew I’d like, but instead ordered me a tofu dish. Tofu is one of those thing I really dislike and refuse to eat. I avoid it everywhere and won’t even order miso soup because there’s tofu in it.
When the food came out, she told me that I needed to eat every last bite of what was on my plate or I would be punished. I took a few bites but didn’t really want to eat it. We packed it to go and took it home with us, even though I knew I was going to be punished for it.
On the drive home, she asked me what I thought my punishment should be. I said that I guess the honest answer would be that I should still have to eat the meal at home. She seemed to like that idea. Then she stopped at a grocery store and ran inside what I waited in the car. When she came out, she showed me what she had bought: a block of tofu. She told me that my punishment was I’d have to eat all my leftovers from dinner as well as the entire block of tofu that she’d just bought.
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