A very real punishment...

Last week I had to admit to my Partner and Dominant that I had done something he was proud of me for working so hard at quitting.  I had smoked while out with the girls on a drunken night out.  This is not good.  I do not wish to be a smoker and he does not want this for me either.  For this reason I was sentenced to a birching.  I was not given the number of strokes I was to receive beforehand, but was told I was to be birched until He felt I had had enough and had learned a good lesson.  Not knowing my sentence was quite soul destroying and only made the tears come faster as the punishment began.

I was to make my own birch and did so the day before with the help of friends.  I took it along to His yesterday and knocked on His door.  I found him in a prison officer's outfit complete with peaked cap looking highly intimidating.  I was pushed up against the wall, stripped and was shackled with traditional prison restraints.  I was chained up in His prison cell and hosed down with freezing cold water until I was soaked head to foot before being taken by him in my now bedraggled state.  He then dragged me to His whipping horse and I was restrained to the point I could barely move and gagged.  I was told I would be given the spray birch I had made in batches of 20 strokes, the strokes to be given at high speed.  Now this may not sound much but it becomes UNBEARABLE pretty quickly and I was screaming and crying before too long.  Between each batch I was given a quick break.  I took five batches screaming the place down, despite Him gagging me.  I could not bear it and was telling him I would do anything, anything to make it stop.  Finally when my bottom feels like it is aflame and can take no more he announces that I am to take the last batch in silence.  This is after I have already received a total of 100 strokes.  If I do not take the strokes in silence He will give me another set.  I quieten down and bite down on my lip for all it is worth counting down the strokes, until YES! I have made it!  I feel a wave of euphoria and adrenaline which mixes some anger in.  I am thinking, "How can He be so cruel?".

 He stands me up though and immediately takes me in his arms, telling me how proud he is of me and carries me to the bed for a cuddle.  My anger dissipates and I relax into Him and accept my punishment as fair.  This kind of care after such an intense scene is essential for the sub, and probably the Domme too.  They must connect as humans and show care and attention to one-another.  This is individual to the couple I imagine.

Because nothing goes without comedy  here are a couple of moments that made us laugh:

1.  Me fired up while chained to the wall, trying to kick the hose.  He asked me after what the point in that was.  it would have helped none but it made me feel better at the time!!

2.  managing to slip on the water while he was out of the cell preparing the bench.  I have scuff marks from the wall on my left hand!

I hope we can do an intense scene like that soon.  I am sure I will deserve it and it will be considered needed to keep me on the straight and narrow.