Yesterday, I said "fuck" in front of the baby.
This was made more serious by the fact that she isn't really a baby any more - I'm just lucky that she didn't immediately pick up on it and repeat it back to us.
I was driving and another car nearly drove into us in its attempt to cut us up. But even so. I said "fuck" in front of the baby.
Guess what's happening to me tonight?
Showing posts with label waiting for punishment. Show all posts
Showing posts with label waiting for punishment. Show all posts
Monday, 14 April 2008
Saturday, 13 October 2007
End of week two
Monday was somewhat traumatic, with new lecture theatres to find, scattered across London and needing nearly half an hour to get from one to the other, with only half hour breaks between sessions. And I missed my lunch break because I'd signed up for an extra maths session and the combination of distance plus the extra session meant not only did I miss lunch but I was late for the lecture afterwards, as I had to rush back to my locker for my file and then find yet another new lecture theatre which again turned out to be a fast 20 minutes walk away.
In total, then, I was 45 minutes for lectures/seminars through the week. M foregave the Monday ones because of the stress, and we've ascertained that it won't happen again as I now know where all the various buildings are. So that's forgiven - this week.
I was also very, very late with bedtimes over the week - in fact when M made me add up all the time I'd been out of bed after midnight for no good reason, it came to 3 hours and 40 minutes.
Which means that at some point this weekend I'll be receiving 24 strokes of the cane.
Help.
M pointed out that the numbers don't actually add up - 6 strokes for each hour late plus another 6 strokes for the last 40 minutes. But apparently I should be grateful not to receive 8 per hour plus 6, which would've been 30. So I'm not saying anything!
I've got loads of work to do for Monday as well, normally I do it all on Friday but I wasn't very well yesterday and only did two bits. Which means I'm going to have to do it all today and tomorrow. Sigh.
In total, then, I was 45 minutes for lectures/seminars through the week. M foregave the Monday ones because of the stress, and we've ascertained that it won't happen again as I now know where all the various buildings are. So that's forgiven - this week.
I was also very, very late with bedtimes over the week - in fact when M made me add up all the time I'd been out of bed after midnight for no good reason, it came to 3 hours and 40 minutes.
Which means that at some point this weekend I'll be receiving 24 strokes of the cane.
Help.
M pointed out that the numbers don't actually add up - 6 strokes for each hour late plus another 6 strokes for the last 40 minutes. But apparently I should be grateful not to receive 8 per hour plus 6, which would've been 30. So I'm not saying anything!
I've got loads of work to do for Monday as well, normally I do it all on Friday but I wasn't very well yesterday and only did two bits. Which means I'm going to have to do it all today and tomorrow. Sigh.
Sunday, 23 September 2007
Not-Quite-So-Impending Doom
School hasn't even started yet, and already I'm in trouble.
Okay, this isn't actually school-related trouble, but I'm feeling sufficiently gloomy about it that I want to write about it somewhere.
Quite simply, I broke one of my rules. And I knew it was a rule when I broke it, and I still broke it. So I'm in trouble.
M expressed some disappointment when I told him about it - then he thought about it for a while and clarified that I had, indeed, known that it was a rule and had gone ahead and broken it anyway, and all of a sudden I'm not looking at a simple spanking. Instead, I'm looking at a spanking until he's sure I'm not going to wilfully break rules again, and then I'll get the spanking I was due for breaking the rule.
This would be bad enough, I think you'll appreciate that I feel guilty and sorry and am generally regretting my thoughtlessness (or rather, insufficient consideration of the consequences) - but I'm having to wait for the punishment as well. Real Life is intruding, as it so often does, and I don't know when it's going to happen.
The waiting is almost as bad as the punishment is probably going to be. I can't say "as bad", or "worse", because M has made references such as "taking [my] punishment out of [my] hide" (gulp). But it's pretty awful.
Okay, this isn't actually school-related trouble, but I'm feeling sufficiently gloomy about it that I want to write about it somewhere.
Quite simply, I broke one of my rules. And I knew it was a rule when I broke it, and I still broke it. So I'm in trouble.
M expressed some disappointment when I told him about it - then he thought about it for a while and clarified that I had, indeed, known that it was a rule and had gone ahead and broken it anyway, and all of a sudden I'm not looking at a simple spanking. Instead, I'm looking at a spanking until he's sure I'm not going to wilfully break rules again, and then I'll get the spanking I was due for breaking the rule.
This would be bad enough, I think you'll appreciate that I feel guilty and sorry and am generally regretting my thoughtlessness (or rather, insufficient consideration of the consequences) - but I'm having to wait for the punishment as well. Real Life is intruding, as it so often does, and I don't know when it's going to happen.
The waiting is almost as bad as the punishment is probably going to be. I can't say "as bad", or "worse", because M has made references such as "taking [my] punishment out of [my] hide" (gulp). But it's pretty awful.
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