Being disciplined

"Go upstairs and fetch a cane"

The seriousness of the tone cut right through my merry mood. I looked at him, unsure of what to do. Brat it out, make a fuss or just obey? His answering look was stern and expectant, brooking no argument. Up to his study I went, suddenly feeling very nervous. This wasn't a prepared scene. His intention was to punish me, discipline me, Emma Jane.

He'd never done that before.

And I'd apologised immediately. It wasn't my intention that putting an ice-cube down his trousers would culminate in him falling on the floor, banging his elbow quite nastily. I did feel bad.

In the study I panicked and selected the first cane I saw. Unfortunately, it just happened to be one of his dragon canes. I slowly made my way back downstairs and gave it to him, afraid to look him in the eye.

We've played many times by now, Abel and I. I've suffered countless strokes at his hands, have had to bend over and bare my bottom on his command so often. And yet this time it might as well have been the first, for the apprehension I felt.

One final plead that I was sorry, that it had really been an accident. Quietly being told he understood I hadn't meant it, but such misbehaviour had to be dealt with.

Over I went, hands on knees, dress lifted up. He took my knickers down. 6 sharp cuts of the cane rained down. Just enough time between each to burn to their full potential. Pain, pain, pain. I had to to try very hard to stay still and not put my hands back.

The relief of finishing, being allowed to straighten and fix my clothing and then a lovely forgiving hug. But as I turned away I couldn't help but say it was hardly my fault that he fell, I was so much smaller than he.

I was made to regret it instantly. Over I went again, for another 6, all as hard as the previous set. This time I wriggled and gasped and determined to keep my mouth shut if he ever stopped beating me.

And when it was finally over I was careful not to say anything to get me into further trouble. Just enjoyed my hugs and reflected on such an intense scene and how real it was. Proper discipline, not enjoyed at the time, but that wonderful cathartic feeling when it was over.