And yes, the rinsing of the mouth include more than just water. It’s always more humbling for me when I have to look at myself while being spanked, and my butt was already very sensitive from the extreme hand spanking. He kept reminding me to keep my head up and look in the mirror as he spanked me.
Soap in mouth, he had me lean over on the sink as he spanked me with a hairbrush. I would guess 200 or so spankings, maybe more? He then gave me a very long corner time of almost an hour.Īt the end of corner time he took me into the bathroom and gave me a mouth soaping in front of the mirror. And each stroke can have a more pinpoint accuracy, such that when done, every inch of my backside is red, and red it was. Each individual hand spanking doesn’t pack the wallop of say a paddle, but they have their own unique cumulative effect. Thus he feels like his trust in me was misplaced. He doesn’t check my email and online activity often, as he prefers not to spend time doing so. This is a topic he is very sensitive to and that we have discussed many times and for which I’ve been disciplined for violating in the past. It was an honest mistake, so much that I didn’t even realize I did it until Mike read my email. One thing I learned is that I truly need to keep a written “approved list” else this may happen again. I had been emailing them for a while and in my mind they were on my “approved” list to share what it was I happened to share. I included some personal information in an email to the wrong person. I am pretty sure somewhere in the bowels of my blog there is a post about being disciplined over a “data breach.” It’s been a very long time, but, it happened again. Is this someone I am approved to share such-and-such with? The problem with exception, as I’ve learned, is that I have to stay aware of who I am communicating with. Mike has allowed a few exceptions for a few select people I communicate with via email. And I stick to initials when it comes to kids names, even those that are legally adults. Most of the names of our COT are the correct first names, but some have been altered. It’s a miracle Mike allowed me to blog in the first place, but clearly, not only did he do so, but over time he has become more comfortable with our lifestyle such that his concerns about our privacy has diminished – slightly! “Plausible deniability,” as Mike calls it. In part because Mike is uber-concerned about online privacy and second, he has a wife who is a chronic over sharer! I’ve shared before that I have strict rules from Mike as to what I can and can not share. I made a stupid and careless mistake in responding to an email I received from a follower of this blog. Maybe Angela will return to reading my blog? LOL! So I am going to give you the first of back-to-back posts on some disciplining I received. To her credit, It’s been a long time since I shared details on some salacious discipline. We all know Angela certainly was ( see the comments on my last post). I am sure you are tired of reading mundane boring stuff about blabbity-blab-blab. Hey, it was time I threw you pervs a bone anyway.
I didn’t plan on sharing this, but given that it ended up having a Part II, and more importantly, a need for a classic Jen-needs-to-reflect-and-write-about-her-reflections, I decided I must come clean and share. I must confess that when I wrote my last post I omitted something – an “extended” punishment I received that ran from June 30 to July 14. I will save you all the, “but stuff.” As in, “Sorry I haven’t posted in such a long time, but.” So let’s get right into it.
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