Punishment

We met again last night, only for the first time, I was to be punished.

I had failed in one of my daily tasks. No excuses. I knew I had done it.

And as I knelt before Him, with Him recounting my failing, I felt crushed.

Desolate, wretched.

And when He asked me what punishment I deserved, I began to sink.

Sink deeper and deeper into my submission.

Feeling it spread over me, envelope me. Own me.

To the point where I was completely lost in it.

My only thoughts were of Master, and how I had failed him.

He asked me again what punishment I deserved, and I heard my voice crack
as I tried to answer Him.

And then when I was face down, and He had His cane in His hand, and was asking me
how many strokes I deserved, I began to float.

And as each of the 12 hard, focusing strokes landed on my flesh, I knew I was home.

Eyes pricked with tears, buttocks stripped and bruising, knees tender and aching.

But completely at peace.

Body, mind and soul owned by Him.

As I need it to be.