Last week was Maestro’s and my anniversary. The plan was to keep it low-key and take care of some necessities first; a little grocery shopping, getting the cars gassed up, paying some bills before going out for a quiet dinner and then returning home. It was a work night, after all, and we do have a schedule.

The problem occurred during the grocery shopping. The first damn thing we had to do and damned if I didn’t go and get myself into trouble. I didn’t do it intentionally, as I had eluded I might, this was a slip of the tongue. A very BIG slip, as far as Maestro was concerned.

We had been doing our regular shopping, and thought it would be nice to have a little frozen treat, some ice cream sandwiches. This is also not out of the norm for us, they have only a few calories, fit into our allowed intake, and it’s nice to occasionally have something sweet in the evenings. The thing is, that they didn’t have any of the wonderful, low-calorie ice cream sandwiches, they only had really high calorie ice cream sandwiches and that wouldn’t do! So, we started looking at other ice cream “novelties” and all of them were higher calorie than we like, so we weren’t getting them.

Maestro says to me “Sorry, Darkling.” and my response was NOT “No worries.” No, no, that would have been too easy. My response was “Sorry that I am a fatty fat fat and I like having ice cream in the house? No worries.”

Now, those of you who have read Rule #1 know what a big deal this is! I have broken rule number one! Within a week of the last time I broke it! Damn it!

Maestro looked at me, his face registering surprise and said “Oh Really?” I knew that tone, I was really in for it. So I did what any 30-ish sub would do…I begged. Right there in the grocery store (albeit quietly), I begged him to overlook this one, that it was just a slip, I asked him to have some mercy – it is our anniversary after all. Nothing. Just a satisfied grin on his face as I begged over and over (through our shopping, on the ride home, at dinner) for him to have some leniency.

He was having none of it. I finally gave up. We celebrated our anniversary and had a nice time, though I think he had a better time. We came home and no sooner were we in the door when he grabbed me by the back of my hair and pushed me over the couch. Now normally this would have turned me on, but this time…I knew what was coming.

He yanked my pants down and growled into my ear “You’re beautiful, aren’t you?” only seconds before his hand come down on my ass. I cried out, and after three or four I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks and thighs. “You need to be reminded, I guess.”

He pulled me up and had me walk upstairs to the bedroom, where he laid me on the bed. It was at this point that I started begging him to forgive me again, to have mercy on me. The next smack came down hard, hard enough that I jerked, rolling away from him. “Lie down.” He said quietly, but the burn was so intense! “Darkling, on the bed, lie down now.” He hates repeating himself, and I was not being very obedient, but the tone of his voice was worse than the spanking, so I did as I was told.

His hand continued the punishment, all the while he repeated to me that I am beautiful, I am sexy, I am desirable, I only needed to be reminded….AGAIN. Tears were streaming down my face, I was apologizing, begging, and promising him anything if only he would stop!

When he felt that I had been sufficiently punished he pulled me into his arms, and said “See? I went easy on you, I only used my hand. Not the strap, or the paddle. Happy anniversary.”

I fear this is a lesson that will have to be repeated…

It is always my wish to please Maestro, I only ever want to serve him and make him happy. I have been a well-trained sub in nearly every way but this. This area is one that will take some time and re-learning the rules and lessons.

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