My Assignment From Sir

[Sassi]

This particular post is being done because Sir told me this was part of the punishment which I had earned for the mistake I’d made.

As I’ve stated in other posts, Sir takes ‘safety’ issues very seriously, he handles them differently, gets kind of a furrow in his brow when he discusses safety issues. I hate reporting ‘safety’ issues to him because of this reason. I know I’ll be spanked pretty hard on these issues, so I’m not as ‘forthcoming’ on safety issues especially when I’m directed to ‘tell on myself’.

Here is what happened, and here is what happened to escalate the situation. I took an already bad situation and compounded it and made it worse.

I had another session with another spanker. Honestly, I have only two local spanker’s. Bob being one and another guy. Bob is the only one who I allow to discipline me.

Anyway, I was having a session with the other spanker. My other spanker seems to be intrigued by the fact that I can take a lot of ‘pain’. He has been spanking me for a about 7 months. During this particular session he had given me a pretty good otk spanking. He had then used wood on me, wood seems to be something which is hard for me to tolerate. He has a very effective yet mean wooden paddle! He was using it on me otk and honestly, it hurt like crazy, but I was much to stubborn to break down. He then decided to cane me. He restrained me over some type of metal device. Not sure what it’s called, it’s something ‘construction’ users use though. Anyway, he put a spreader bar on my feet and he had me bend over the device and restrained my hands to the bottom of the metal device. I was in a perfect position for a caning.

I’ve only allowed two spanker’s to use a cane on me, this particular spanker, and of course Sir. Having been through a caning before with this spanker I really wasn’t nervous, in fact, I was looking forward to it.

Anyway, he began the caning. At first it was slow, very calculating. I felt him land stroke after stroke on my bottom. However, it was nothing which I couldn’t handle. After a while of this, my bottom was getting quite stingy and I was definitely feeling the pain, yet still, it wasn’t a big deal. He continued caning me while I was restrained and I began struggling. I was feeling it, struggling, but was tolerating it.

He then decided to pick up the pace of the caning. He began landing stroke after stroke hard and fast on my bottom. For a while I was doing okay, I was struggling, but this became a game in my mind that I could take it. I kept feeling the cane come down on my bottom, time and time again, he was picking up the pace, quicker and quicker, harder and harder. I was struggling, hurting and suddenly began to panic. I couldn’t remember my safeword. I remembered the one I use with Sir, which is Ohio. However, for the life of me I could not recall the one I use w/ this spanker. Then, I then told my spanker, in a rather aggressive voice, “If I knew my safe word I might use it right now”. Suddenly everything stopped. He unrestrained me and sat down. He then told me he had good news and bad news. I of course asked what that was. He told me good news was he’s never seen me struggle like that and perhaps we found a ‘limit’. The bad news was he thought I should be disciplined as I didn’t remember my safe word. He then said I should tell Sir. I said, ‘I would’.

Days went by, weeks went by, finally a month and a half went by. I still hadn’t told Sir. The other spanker has never asked, so I hadn’t lied to him, I just hadn’t told him ‘YET’. I was hoping he wouldn’t ask, then I wouldn’t have to deal with the whole thing. Of course this spanker told me how lucky I was that it was him and now someone new or I could have really been hurt not knowing my safe word. Of course I knew this, but I tried giving every reason why I shouldn’t be punished when I knew, I should.

Anyway, After Sir had disciplined me this last session, somehow we got on this subject. I’ll be honest, I’m not sure what brought it up. Perhaps it was guilt, perhaps it was my way of telling on myself. I have no clue. However, I told Sir what had happened and that I had been told to tell him. However, since I know how Sir feels about ‘safety’ issues, telling on myself wasn’t particularly the easiest thing to do.

Now, keep in mind, I revealed this shortly after I had been very well disciplined. In fact, the final punishment on my chart was a hair brushing which should have been 310 strokes but turned into over 500 due to my ability to be stubborn and mouthy. (Which I will go into that specific punishment later). Anyway, Sir then told me that I would be getting another hair brush spanking but it would wait till morning, first thing. Which was horrible for me as I knew by morning my bottom would be much more sore and being punished on a very sore bottom the day after has never happened to me. Needless to say I was nervous.

The remainder of the day/evening Sir and I played erotically. He spanked me very intense, filled a few fantasies of mine and I went to bed w/ such a sore bottom. All day though, I had this ‘naughty’ feeling about me because I knew I wasn’t done being disciplined.

That night Sir put the hairbrush on the night stand, not sure if it was to remind him, or me, either way it kept catching my eye.

The next morning, Sir woke, got out of bed. Instantly I saw the hairbrush, instantly I got a knot in the pit of my stomach. I stayed perfectly still, perfectly quiet figuring if I didn’t move or make a sound he’d just go back to sleep and ‘forget’ the hair brush, or if nothing else I could prolong the whole thing. However, that wasn’t the case. He came back to bed woke me, (not knowing I was already awake...) and told me it was time to get the hair brush. Having been through what I had been through w/ the hairbrush less then 12 hours beforehand I knew not to defy, fight or question him. I simply went over his knee knowing it was deserved. I felt his leg go over my leg as he hiked up my bottom to become his perfect target. Before he began to spank me he reminded me why I was being disciplined. He also made me admit that I realized I deserved it, which I did, I just didn’t want it. Once again I became aware of how vulnerable my bottom was over his knee, yet how my bottom was sore when I rolled over to go over his knee. How could I possibly handle a hair brushing on an already inflamed bottom? However I would, and I did.

I realize I was very lucky that the spanker who I was with cared enough about me, and knew me well enough to know that I was ‘serious’ about the safe word issue and maybe needing it. I realize it was a stupid mistake to not remember or know what my safe word was. The one thing I have done as a result is I now only use one safe word and it is used with any and every spanker I might use. That way, when I am under stress, duress or whatever I can recall the word.

Sassi

[Michael]

Considering what it feels like to stub a sore toe, I am glad that I'll probably never know how it feels to be spanked on a sore bottom (especially first thing the next morning, which, according to most reports I've read, is when a spanked-to-soreness bottom feels worst).

If I had been writing it as a story, you would have been stretched over that sawhorse or whatever it was, being caned within an inch of your sanity, yelling "Ohio! Ohio!" at your second spanker, with him having NO idea what the HECK that was supposed to mean. I'm glad you found a better way, and I'm glad he responded responsibly.

It reminds me, for some reason, of a joke. A training class of parachutists are instructed to, upon leaving the aircraft, yell "Geronimo!" and pull the rip-cord. (I am probably showing my age, but that's what parachutists used to do, or at least were conventionally thought to do. It was probably a custom started by WWII paratroop outfits, or something.) The plane goes up, the door opens, the trainees all exit, the door is closed, and then the instructor hears a knock on the outside of the door! He opens it and one of his students is hovering in midair outside the door. The student shouts "What was the name of that Indian?"

Well, just like you can't start falling until you say the right word (which is the point of the joke), you also can't STOP being caned until you say the right word, and it's lucky for you that spanker number two didn't enforce that strictly.

One thing you wrote confused me. You said "I took an already bad situation and compounded it and made it worse." I assume the bad situation was forgetting your safeword. What did you do to make it worse? Not report it to Bob for so long?

[Sassi]

Well Michael, all I can say is thank goodness you didn't speak w/ Bob before he punished me for this particular incident.

I will say this, I have been spanked the next morning by Bob before, however, never punished, it's a different ballgame and it burns like fire on a bottom which is sore to begin!

Yes, I compounded the situation by not telling Bob when I should have. To be honest, I'm still not sure what made me tell him or even what lead into the conversation.

Either way, I won't be forgetting my safe word again as now for any session w/ anyone it's obviously 'Ohio'! lol....

Sassi

[Michael]

Originally posted by Sassi
Well Michael, all I can say is thank goodness you didn't speak w/ Bob before he punished me for this particular incident.

As the above quote made me realize, the second paragraph of my preceding post was poorly written. I put the phrase "second spanker" so late in the paragraph that Sassi had already decided I was suggesting something Bob SHOULD have done (and why shouldn't she, when I didn't give her adequate information as to what I DID mean?), when I was actually postulating an alternate version of what had happened with her second spanker. Just in case anyone (or EVERYONE) else had the same reaction, here is a better version (at least I hope it's better):

If I had been writing your "second spanker" caning as a story, you would have been stretched over that sawhorse or whatever it was, being caned within an inch of your sanity, but instead of thinking to say "If I knew my safe word I might use it right now,” you would have started yelling "Ohio! Ohio!" at him, with him having NO idea what the HECK that was supposed to mean. I'm glad you found a better way, and I'm glad he responded responsibly.

It still may be a dumb idea (I may be the only one who thinks it would have been funny), but at least now it should be clearer.