So when Daddy arrived home last night, he was bearing pizza! Yummy! But while I was eating, he kept staring at me. As soon as I was finished, he asked me if I was ready to go upstairs. I grimly nodded yes and got up and walked very slowly up the stairs. When we got to the bedroom, he asked me AGAIN if I knew why we were having a "Learning Day." I said "Yes, because I should NEVER tell Daddy what to do." And then Daddy asked "Why should you never tell Daddy what to do?" "Because Daddy is the decision maker." I said meekly. He nodded in agreement and motioned for me to come to him.
Then he had me get up on the bed again, kneeling with my head down on a pillow and my bottom up in the air. He proceeded to give me another "silent spanking" with a little more cream this time. The burn was much more intense than last time. Just as I began to protest, Daddy struck me with the paddle. He spanked me 20 times with that huge horrible thing! It is long, hard and very heavy! I HATE IT!!!!!!!!!! Once it was finally over (which felt like an eternity) he hugged me and kissed me and told me he loved me. I was not placated though.
(Daddy said I forgot to add a part...I can't believe I forgot...after this spanking Daddy put in the anal plug. And he DID NOT insert it gently! I was REALLY pissed off about that! It did NOTHING to help my attitude!)
I did not react well to this punishment. I should say, Daddy was not happy with my reaction to my punishment. After Daddy disciplines me, I am usually much more humbled, loving, and I am usually very affectionate with Daddy. This punishment had the opposite effect. I was angry and silent and distant. I should have known that my actions, at this point, would have VERY serious consequences. Daddy was not going to stand for my sullen behavior. After a few short minutes of tolerating my "attitude", he marched me right back upstairs...put me up on the bed, removed the plug, and used his finger to put a whole LOT of Bengay inside my bottom! The burn was horrific and instantaneous. I started wailing and writhing around on the bed like a freshly caught fish! Daddy immediately scooped me up in his arms, and rocked me back and forth while I cried. He kept repeating the words, "It's okay. Daddy's here."
We stayed that way for a while. I cried, he rocked and soothed and comforted. Eventually, the burning became less intense and Daddy brought me back downstairs and bundled me up on the couch next to him. Once I had finally calmed down, I realized how tired I was, both mentally and physically. So I just snuggled up next to Daddy and fell asleep.
Right at this moment, Daddy is dropping the two kids off at school. I know it is still a "Learning Day" and that when he comes home, it will start all over again. But...he has promised no Bengay for the day. :) Wait...is that a good thing or a bad thing? What ELSE does he have in mind??!!