His punishment

Sometimes I can get so wrapped up in a new task (my homework) that my daily tasks are left late in the day but never forgotten completely... Ok yeah except this one time. Don't get me wrong, my Master is a good man, so it wasn't like I had forgotten one little thing and He went a bit mad. I *had* been previously warned and what I had forgotten was two full days of a daily journal (no small thing!).

So the punishment was set - a full half hour of painful nipple torture.

'Torture' I've since learned is obviously a polite term for ItsYourOwnFaultAgony. The kind of pain that doesn't upset but just makes you angry. And I was pissed. Within the last 15 mins of the torture I had cursed a blue streak thro Him for making me do it, thro me for deserving it, and thro it for hurting me.

The anger with all three of us lasted after the bands came off too and I told Him that. I didn't know why i was still angry - i. just. Was. He understood too, gave me time to sulk before allowing me curl up on His lap in His arms. 

When He kissed my forehead I knew I was still His girl. His arms protective enough to rock me to sleep, strong enough to remind me never disobey Him again.