I've been writing non-stop about my youth, and I think it's time for a little interlude to let everyone know exactly what is going on in my life right now.Today I think I'm being punished by Sir. He hasn't been replying to my texts and he has said nothing of pictures I sent him last night. I had a moment of brattiness last night when I asked him if we could Skype and he told me he was busy. I got irritated and told him that in that case I wouldn't be able to send him pictures of the task he set for me yesterday. Sir told me early yesterday morning that he wanted me to double over some anal beads he got for me recently and wear them in my pussy all day. I sat down on my bed, spread my legs, rubbed some lube on the beads and inserted them. I did in fact leave them in all day, but when he told me he couldn't Skype with me I decided to not take any pictures of the results when I took them out. Now I am dealing with the repercussions: No contact and no tasks for today. I hope he ends his silence tomorrow, or maybe later on tonight.Let me describe Sir. He is the most gorgeous man I have ever met. I love everything about him, and even his imperfections make him as close to perfect as any human being can get. Sir is almost two feet taller than I am, which really adds to the experience when he dominates me. He has a few tattoos, and he has very large hands. When he slaps my face, his palm takes up the whole side of my face that he chooses to slap, and he hits so hard my ears ring momentarily. Sir is the first man who has ever slapped me. A couple of weeks after we started dating, he jokingly asked if I would ever want to be slapped around in bed. I thought he was joking, although I was very curious. The next time we slept together, I asked him if he wanted to try hitting me as he was mounting me. He looked at me, probably trying to gauge my level of seriousness, and said nothing. He began to fuck me slowly and tenderly, then, out of nowhere, he rested his left hand on my chest and used his right hand to slap me across the face. It was a shock I had never experienced before. My whole face was on fire and I could barely hear over the ringing. When I recovered, I looked at him and he had this delicious look of pure aggression on his face, a look I now enjoy more than anything.That first slap made me realize I wanted him, and only him, to dominate me and use me to his liking. We didn't actually realize what was happening until a few months later, when I truly became his devoted submissive, but that moment was a pivotal point in my sex life. I enjoy being slapped in the face more than anything, and he is too careful to do it outside of the bedroom, but I secretly wish he did. I wish that, when I act out or have bratty outbursts, he would just slap me like he did that first time, regardless of where we are. When that happens, I instantly go into a light subspace, and realize it's not my place to whine or complain.That being said, now that he is giving me the silent treatment I miss his corporal punishment even more. I would much rather get a nice caning from him than this.