Clearly there’s nothing like an online opinion poll to bring out the natural sadist who lurks within!Thanks – I think! – to all of you who contributed yesterday to deciding my fate after the alarm clock debacle. More of the outcome in a moment, but first I should say a few words about what led me to end up in such a thoroughly ignoble situation.
I really was distraught at what I’d done – I’ve never forgotten to change my clocks before! My only (and poor) defences are that I’d been away all weekend (I would normally do them before bed on the Saturday night) and, by my return on Sunday evening, I was shattered after being dirty stop-out the night before and clearly was not thinking straight. Although I’d changed my watch when I got up on Sunday, the thought of altering all my home clocks never entered my head until what turned out to be 7.33am yesterday!
The one – and only – saving grace in the whole affair was that Abel didn’t have any early morning business meetings. It’s one thing to make yourself late through your stupidity, quite another to cause someone else to be. Had that been the case then I doubt any spanking or caning could have assuaged my guilt. As it was, the tube had a rare and exquisitely-well-timed trouble-free morning and I also made it to work on time, albeit after a mad panic! Thus the dye was cast for a readers’ poll to decide my fate!
Whilst I agree with Rob and Evie that an option D – none of the above – would’ve been nice, I’m aware that equally D could have meant ALL of the above, as advocated by littlenic (cheers m’dear!) so perhaps the choice was best left as just A-C! I’m also pleased to report that Simon’s unpleasant “no supper” twist was avoided – a particularly nasty thought! In fact, there are so many potential variations of punishments that I’m sure A-Z could be achieved with the help of SW readers, but that would be something of a pain to adjudicate!
As it is, by totting up the scores and then adding in a couple of verbal votes cast by friends over dinner last night (thanks friends!), the decision of the panel was B: 60 spanks otk. I wasn’t really sure whether to feel relieved or horrified, to be honest. Had I been granted super-delegate” status as Elizabeth suggested then my main concern would’ve been to try and veto C. The thought of a sound telling-off from Abel is, I think, even scarier than a sound thrashing! Anyway, you voted for me to be spanked, so spanked I was.
Abel waited till I was ready for bed before inviting me over his knee. There was no lecture to be given and no clothing to be removed, just a bare bottom presented by a very sheepish girl. However, before he started, Abel added a pertinent little twist, to help make the punishment even more memorable: “You can count them for me, beginning with 6.34.” As in 6.34am. Neat, I had to admit. And really quite humiliating.
So Abel began to rain his hand down at a steady, unremitting pace, and I counted obediently back to him: “6.34, 6.35, 6.36, 6.37.” It wasn’t the hardest spanking he’s given me – not by some way. I’m sure it took account of how bad I already, genuinely felt over the whole affair though, and perhaps also of the particularly dire day at work I’d had since my so-timely arrival that morning.*
A good top will, after all, dispense discipline which fits both the occasion and the individual sub, as well as the crime itself. I certainly felt my spanking, but I wasn’t brutalised or traumatised by it. For some reason, the smack accompanying 6.47 was particularly nasty though! Thereafter, those which marked the quarter-hours were also made deliberately memorable! My whole bottom was covered as I counted, minute by minute, through the hour by which we were late getting up, and by the time we reached 7.33, I was well-reddened and glowing hot!
My apology, having been allowed to rise, was heartfelt, and I doubt very much that I will ever forget to change my clocks again! In fact, I suspect the onset of a certain paranoia in that department from this day forward! I hope that you will also consider my penance to be duly paid – and thank you all, readers, for the part that you played!
* To cut a long story short, I’ve been made redundant just a few weeks after starting my supposedly wonderful new job 
Given your newly paranoid attention to seasonal clock changes, perhaps you would post a warning here so that kinky people of all stripes, so to speak, can remember or forget, whichever best serves their purposes. Of course, that might get complicated, with readers from all over the world who would have to be reminded.
Sorry to hear about the job, Martha. I hope the unwanted transition goes smoothly.
I did try and get you and option D! I’m so sorry about your job, but whichever company gets you next will be lucky to have you.
So sorry to hear about the job hon… the only consolation being, I suppose, that at least you didn’t actually like it much. I’m glad the spanking was good though 😉
Ditto, sorry about the job. Now I feel like a bit of an ass for wanting option B! Still, I suppose it could count as a stress-reliver spanking too.
This is an account I’ll cherish: such a lovely and touching description of a very intense scene – intense not so much in terms of ‘severe’ but in terms of the connection between us, and the need for punishment to be given and taken for what had happened.
Martha: That was sad to get to the end of such a good account and read about the job. Perhaps on reflection the whole event came at the right time. You got the opportunity to feel looked after…in our sort of way.
I also wanted to say that the 6.43…6.44…etc. was ingenious. How does he come up with this stuff?
Martha – sorry to hear about the job. I feelbad now for suggesting the ‘no supper’ twist.
Abel – very novel way of counting. Where do you come up with these things?
Thanks for the supportive comments, guys
Friends are a lot more important to me than jobs (even if they’re not as good at paying the bills sadly!!)
The job wasn’t working out as I’d hoped anyway, and was giving me a lot of stress, but yesterday was a completely unexpected twist. It was obviously just one of those days… At least, long-term, I suspect it’s for the best, and I don’t feel too gutted about it. Short-term, it’s back on the recruitment bandwagon
My punishment, in the circumstances, was humane. But, for all the rest of my life-stuff kicking off, it was still needed and wanted; understood and duly given.
Abel’s counting thing: truly twisted in its ingenuity! His creativity finds many outlets – and often they seem to involve female rears 😉
I’m sure the whole job thing will prove to be a blessing in disguise
Glad you got spanked rather than caned, much better option in the circumstances and a lovely account of it too, thank you.
Chin up girl and go get an even better wonderful new job