Role-playing list

Just been doing some … research, and thinking – coming up with a list of possible scenarios for D&S role playing, specifically with f/m B&D in mind :)

• Prison warden / Prisoner
• Boss / Employee (administration, hospitality etc)
• Police / Law-breaker (side of the road, at the station, after sentencing etc)
• Teacher / Student
• Shop owner / Shop-lifter
• Wife / Husband (home late, flirting, watching porn etc)
• House owner / Cleaner or handyman
• Tribal chief (matriarchal) / subject

Any other ideas?

In other news, I can’t believe I got the paddle 10 times last night for forgetting to make a phone call!

Sheriff’s in town

I had previously anticipated this Wednesday evening – a special session, one she had primed me for with the fear of punishment having ordered me to write down all my misdemeanours from the Sunday till that Wednesday night. I did so, although I failed to email her that list by midday Wednesday as she had also ordered. I paid for that forgetfulness later – although as it so happens I was at the post office picking up our new paddle when she texted me to let me know I had forgotten to send her the list. Ironic.

So I knew she’d bought something that she was planning to use that evening – something that “took a long time to set up”. I had no idea. I thought butt plug, strap-on … but I knew I was wrong, I knew I wouldn’t be able to guess.

I get home Wednesday around 6pm. A text message as I pull up ordering me to check the letter box. I do so, expecting to find the collar with a note that would require me to humilate myself even more than last time (did I mention a neighbour actually saw me putting the collar on for that other session). Not the case. Instead just a printed note (which you can see a bit of at the top of this blog post) … a Summons from the “court” ordering me to present myself for punishment for the crimes of speeding – a crime I had indeed confessed to in my manifest of misdemenours (which although I missed the deadline for I still ended up delivering).

I sidle on up to the door and knock nervously – and start giggling. She’s on the other side of the door, and also starts giggling. Doesn’t do much for setting the mood or me getting into my subbie role. Eventually we calm down and she lets me into the house. I walk into the room, she’s behind the door and closes it after me – and I turn around to see her dressed in a forest green police sherrif’s uniform – well, a variation of; a sexy single piece tight top and short skirt, complete with the sunglasses and fishnet stockings. Yum.

Up against the door I go and I’m ordered to strip off. Completely. Luckily she’s merciful enough to not launch straight into anything as I’d texted ahead to let her know I’d had a crap day at work and would appreciate some consideration. So she sends me off the shower – and I shower, while she stands in the bathroom and watches me. I feel a little self-concious.

Out of the shower, dry off. Into the lounge, naked. Forced to my knees. Hands cuffed behind my back.

“How many are you getting”

“19″

She alludes to the possibility that the “court” may be subject to … persuasion.

“What are you willing to do to get some taken off your tally?”

What does she mean? What can I do?

I kiss her feet.

“That’s one off. Anything else?”

Not that I can think of. So over the arm of the lounge I go, my legs spread, face down in the cushions.

She works me over with the floggers, riding crop (which she got me up to a nine with several times) and the new paddle. For the purposes of my punishment her hand and the new paddle contributed to the tally, so interspersed with other implements she slowly worked down through the 19. Off to the bedroom for the last few.

Afterwards, the cuffs came off and we cuddled :)

Wednesday

She’s got me a little concerned. She’s bought something off eBay and I can’t guess what it is. She’s teasing me about it. I’ve had to set aside my whole Wednesday evening for it. It requires preparation time to set up. I know there’ll be punishment and discipline involved at some point as I already have a tally of 14 and she’s told me to write down everything I do wrong from now until Wednesday evening – including speeding, being late for meetings – everything.

It’s not a spanking implement, it’s not a butt plug, not a strap-on, not restraints – I honestly have no idea, from the meager clues she’s given me. She’s thoroughly enjoying this.

Our new London Tanners Junior Spanking Paddle should arrive in the next day or so and I expect that’ll be broken in on Wednesday night.

I’m freaking out a little bit … I don’t think I’ll get much work done today and almost certainly nothing done on Wednesday.

Twelve!

So, she comes home today. Been away too long and I’ve been going out of my mind. You’ve probably missed her too as I’ve written the last eight or so blog posts so will be good to have her back and blogging.

But twelve! OK well it started as ten – we were just chatting over the Internet during the week and I was being a rude brat as usual and so she just dropped that in the middle of the conversation. Now any sub knows what it means when their Dom/Domme just gives out a number. It’s a tally for the number of spankings they’ve just earned themselves and when we’re talking punishment/discipline spankings that have tallies associated with them it’s usually going to be with something serious like the cane or in our case the big wooden paddle on the bare. But couldn’t she have warned me I was pushing my luck and that I was accruing a spanking tally instead of waiting till I had collected ten?

No, because she’s a – and I told her that, hence why I earned two more :)

She couldn’t wait till she came home either so told me to go get the wooden paddles, pull down my pants, bend over the couch and spank myself. Which I obediently did even though she had to trust I was actually doing it seeing she was far away. Which she did – but decided she wasn’t sure if I’d done it hard enough so she didn’t take any off my tally. Which still stands at twelve, and I’ll probably be collecting those sometime this weekend.

Order for corrective action

After seeing this very amusing Official Ticket over at Pixie Wells’ blog and people asking to get a copy of it I decided I’d put a basic one together. Unfortunately I was in a rush to get this done before work so it doesn’t look as good as the one Pixie got, no pictures or colours and it’s not as funny but still – I could imagine this coming in handy in many DD situations. Click on the image for the full size printable version:

Order for corrective action

This official order is an authorization of the use of physical disciplinary measures for the identified crimes and behaviour of the convicted.

(name) has been found guilty of the following: Sleeping in, not cleaning up, neglecting partner, nagging and poking, wasting money, sarcasm and attitude, grumpiness, forgetfulness, late/unpunctual, nothing in particular or other.

The punishment for these crimes will be: Hand, paddle, strap or tawse, cane, crop, flogger or other.

The punishment will be executed immediately or at the convenience of the authorizing officer.

The convicted person will follow the instructions given by the authorizing officer including preparing for the delivery of their punishment and removal of clothes if so ordered. Failure to comply will result in additional corrective action.

Authorized by (name), dated.

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If you have any suggestions for enhancements, changes or additions please let me know. Also I’ll put up a PDF version too which might make it easier to print it off.

I’m seriously looking forward to this being used in our house when she gets back from her trip.

Enjoy!

Caned at the office

She raised the idea with me a few days ago about paying me a visit at my office for a disciplinary session. Sounded pretty kinky and exciting so I said I’d like that. So I’m in a meeting and I get a text message instructing me to come and collect her from the office reception – but I was in a meeting! I replied and told Her I’d be a few minutes late. 1 for every 5 minutes She responds. Damn. I end up leaving before the end of the meeting to save my arse from further torment provoked by the mindless monologue of people in the meeting who seemingly had nothing better to be doing and didn’t care about holding people back after the scheduled meeting time. Tell you what, those sort of people are the ones who really need the spanking!

So I go and escort Her from reception to my office, nervous as hell – there are people everywhere, people I work with, and all that’s separating me and what I’m about to have done to me and them is some flimsy barely adequate internal window blinds and very thin walls either side. I propped a chair under the door handle just in case someone decided to walk straight in without knocking.

So what am I getting the cane for? Well I put forward a previous tally of seven yet to be taken care of – but that’s not good enough a reason, so She adds another one. And then two more for being late to escort Her to my office. Over the desk I go, luckily getting to keep my pants on – although She teases me by starting to take my pants down. As if I’m not nervous enough as it is doing this in my office!

I don’t think She can count because although I was distracted by the rather intense pain of the cane I think I ended up receiving twenty two stroke with the cane. Keep in mind that we’re only two months into this relationship, and not only that but two months into any sort of serious BDSM/spanking play – so my bum isn’t at all conditioned for pain and I have to admit they were rather mild strokes, but eight hours later I had a nice small red and blue bruise on my right cheek where she was concentrating the strokes and the morning after it still hurts to sit down. A “loving” reminder of Her that I will have with me for the rest of today also.

Hopefully having the bruise, while minor, will preclude me from having to participate (as sub obviously) in the local BDSM play party that’s coming up in a few days – though I doubt it.

Also the cane used was a CANE-IAC Delrin Ever Ready 18″ OTK cane.