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Currently, I am working on a book which discusses our struggles to incorporate a Gorean flavour to our dynamic. This has always been something that I’ve craved ever since I knew the books existed. Writing the book has forced me to realise that there were two occasions when we genuinely got close to what I craved, yet in both instances I panicked and (unintentionally?) sabotaged what we had. I’ve been thinking about the why for the last few days. Both were for slightly different reasons, I believe, so I’ll look at them separately first.
In the first instance, Master had decided to implement an escalating discipline policy. I’d be warned the first time I committed an offence and from there things would get more severe. One day, I reached the point where I committed four misdemeanours which He had already corrected me for twice that week. I knew that this meant a more severe punishment was due, but I never thought it would feel the way it did.
He came home and without any warmup or preparation time ordered me to strip and then tied me over the bench. He told me that for each of the four offences I would receive five strikes of the heavy cane and that I would receive an extra five on top of that because of the number of mistakes.