Late last year my Goddess took me on a slave hunt with the Femdom society. At that event was a male slave called Nella, dressed as a traditional serving woman. Dear Nella was so polite to all the Goddess Ladies present, that s/he has set a rather high standard that my Goddess Wife now rightly believes I should attain towards her.
On Monday I was a little unpleasant towards my Goddess on a couple of occasions – I went off in a sulk when She wanted me to join the family, and later that day spoke to Her in a less than respectful tone. There was no particular reason for my unpleasantness, other than a hangover of the old days when I did not always go out of my way to honour Her as She deserves.
My Goddess deliberated on my behaviour for a while, and on Wednesday informed me that I would be ‘rolling the dice’ twice for my infractions.
Come Wednesday evening and I presented myself in the usual way. My Goddess Wife handed me the large wooden dice we use and I rolled it once, to get a five, and then I rolled it again. I was so shocked at the five that came up, that I genuinely do not remember what the second number that came up was.
My Goddess explained to me that I must not speak to Her disrespectfully, or be unpleasant towards Her, or I would earn more of the same.
She laid my usual six disciplinary strokes on me with modest strength. Then she gave me the number from the dice, multiplied by five – so that was 25 strokes for the one dice, plus whatever came up on the second dice. Including my 6 dailly discipline strokes I was looking at 31 strokes plus five times whatever came up on the second dice. I was in agony, so I was in no position to count. The last five or ten strokes were given at what felt like pretty much full strength, and I still have bruises on my behind to prove it.
We started using the dice a few weeks ago, following a post I read on the web. The guy making the post explained that his Goddess did a daily inspection of his cleaning work and chores, using a white glove to look for dirt. Any found resulted in a roll of the dice, and he got 10 strokes for each number that came up on the dice. He said in his post (I cannot remember where it was now) that he cried while she inspected if She found more than one infraction, because he knew his butt was in for it. I know what he means. My butt is still throbbing from yesterday’s punishment.
As if that was not enough, later than evening I was serving my Goddess Wife some more food, and She asked me to give Her another spoon full. The serving spoon was large, and I knew that She did not really want that much – She always watches what She eats really carefully. I answered Her in a less than respectful tone and She immediately pulled me up on this, asking whether I had not learned my lesson, and told me that I will roll the dice again this evening.
My Goddess instructed me that if I ever differ with Her over anything then I should beg to differ, and explain as politely as possible how I differed, and then await Her judgement. As always, she is right of course, and I have made a mental note to be more respectful in all my communication with Her.
I have read posts on the web where people advocate against discipline and punishment in Femdom relationships. I find myself unable to agree. My will to serve my Goddess is strong, but I am a week man, and feel further incentive to serve Her better when the penalty for failure is clear and painful. I also feel that failure to honor ones Goddess deserves severe punishment simply for punishment’s sake.
I am proud that my Goddess sees fit to discipline and punish me, and only hope that in time I will learn to server Her with the honor She deserves from a worthless being like me.
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