Last night, I got in a bit of trouble with Daddy. You see, it was Friday night and we’d both had a long week which ended with taking our new puppies in for their vaccines. Unfortunately, one of our puppies had a bad reaction to the vaccine which was incredibly stressful on all of us. But, by about 9pm our fur baby was feeling much better and began to perk up. Daddy and I decided to have a celebratory drink or two…after all, it was Friday night.
In any case, as many of you know…one drink goes straight to my head. Daddy and I were having a conversation when he made a comment about one of my girlfriends. He really wasn’t trying to be mean and his comment was actually pretty accurate, but I got super defensive. I cannot recall exactly what I said to him, but my tone said, “how dare you talk about my friend like that”. As the words left my mouth, a sense of dread washed over me when I saw Daddy’s reaction.
After staring at me for several long moments, he quietly said, “You do not get to talk to me like that, young lady.”
I immediately began apologizing, but the damage was done.
Now, Daddy made a rule for himself from the very start of our experiences with domestic discipline. If he has had any alcoholic beverages, he will not employ spanking as discipline as he worries he could go too far and hurt me in a way he didn’t intend.
Instead, he handed me the puppy he was holding and walked out of the room. I sat there quietly, wondering what was going to happen. It has been a long time since I spoke that disrespectfully to him.
When he returned, he was holding my leather wrists cuffs and the penis gag that we had yet to use. Butterflies filled my stomach. Without saying a word, Daddy attached a leather cuff to each of my wrists and then linked them together. He then ordered me to open my mouth. He let me sit there for a long moment with my mouth wide open, my brown eyes pleading with him, before he put the penis gag in my mouth. He locked the gag in place, took both puppies from my lap, and sat back down.
I sat there, trussed up in punishment, with tears in my eyes. I felt horrible for speaking to Daddy like that. I knew I had earned this punishment, but it was awful. I couldn’t really swallow and I was already starting to drool. I felt a lot of things in that moment…. helpless, humiliated, contrite. My tongue kept running over the ridges of the silicone penis in my mouth, and I couldn’t help but think that it felt like a real penis keeping me from speaking disrespecting to my Daddy.
Daddy didn’t say anything for a while. When he did, it was said calmly and authoritatively. “You will sit there like that until I am no longer upset about your behavior. In the meantime, I am going to enjoy my beer and continue to watch this show.”
And so it was. Daddy sat in his chair, with his feet up and two adorable puppies in his lap, while I sat next to him, tears in my eyes, fully repentant…with a giant cock locked into my mouth. It was a hard lesson to learn, but I was wholly deserving of his discipline.
About an hour later, Daddy put the puppies down and stood before me. He gently lectured me on my behavior and told me that he expected better of me. All I could do was nod my acquiescence as he unlocked my cuffs and removed the penis gag from my mouth. I was a bit of a mess and he gave me permission to head to the restroom and clean myself up.
When I returned, we had a good hug and Daddy kissed me on the forehead. The cuffs stayed on, and the penis gag was set out on the end table as a reminder to be good.
In all honesty, the penis gag is no joke. This was a terrible punishment for me, one that I will sincerely try to avoid. Just thinking about it now puts my stomach in knots. There is the physical aspect of it…having an object like that shoved into your mouth and locked in place, and there is the symbolic aspect….disrespect Daddy and he will punish you with his cock (not his actual cock in this case, but you get what I mean). This is a bit of a side note, but I remember reading something not too long ago and it went something like, “A girl needs to show respect to both her man’s cock and his belt…if she does not respect either enough, she will be punished with the other.”
I have been truly punished. I will watch my tone and treat my Daddy with the respect he deserves. I really am sorry about last night, Daddy. Thank you for disciplining me.
And, thank you all for reading about my misadventures 🙂
Love, nora
P.S. This is the product we purchased from Amazon
*hugs*
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Thank you, Miriam!😊
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It’s all about the respect.
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Yes it is! One of these days I’ll learn😊
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Hmmmm… … maybe!
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I sure hope so! Not exactly the way that I wanted to spend my Friday night….
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I have a habit of speaking disrespectfully, it isn’t intentional but I panic and the words just come out. It’s hard to let go of that kind of behavior, I think it’s so ingrained in us due to society and media. If it helps, I’m still trying to learn too. *hug*
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Thank you, HeartsHope! It is challenging to change this, but I am determined. My husband is a very good man, and he deserves better. I am proud that it has been quite a while since I lost control of my mouth like this. Thank you for the hugs…and hugs back to you:-)
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