Pedagogy
"Oh! I bet you'd prefer my slipper remained on my foot instead of blistering you bare behind.
However how could I trust your lesson to really sink in?
And above all, how could I be sure you'd show me your utmost gratitude for my unmatched teaching skills?"
I was the one who had told her.
Yes, SHE was the one who had said that when she objected to something I did or said or the way I did it or said it, she would have to 'teach me a lesson'. Half of this was patiently explaining how she expected me act in the future, explaining, often at great length, why it was important to her and her feelings.
"You can express YOUR feelings, too," she assured me, though sometimes me expressing MY feelings could lead to another 'lesson'!
(me trying (unsuccessfully) to escape from an endless discussion of our 'feelings')
AND she was convinced that only her slipper could guarantee that a lesson would 'really sink in'. Like by osmosis, or something.
AND she had suggested that, once she had done so, I should express my 'utmost gratitude' by kneeling between her legs and tonging her sweet pussy to a glorious climax (okay, she wasn't quite as direct as that, but her expectations were pretty clear!).
"I'll also need your help in resolving any 'unsatisfied needs' that may come up over the next day or so," she told me. Naturally, I was all for that plan, whether it required my tongue or, preferably, my cock!
To be honest, it was hard to object to her lessons, no matter how painful to my buttocks (or my ears!) when I looked at 'the big picture'.
(Zoey asking me if I'm in agreement on all points of whatever she is suggesting)
Then...
One time (seriously, ONE time!) she wasn't very satisfied immediately after and stopped me before she climaxed, which was unusual after she'd spanked me. We moved on to making love but it must've weighed on her mind because she brought it up the next night in bed.
"I wonder why I lost it yesterday," she pondered ('lost it' means she was on the way to climaxing and then suddenly wasn't).
"Maybe it was because you didn't spank me that hard," I suggested.
"What? What does that mean?" she practically yelled at me.
"Whoa! I just me, like, spanking me turns you on, right? And maybe it turns you on more when you spank harder, doesn't it?" I assumed we both recognized this, though we'd never really said so.
"Maybe," she conceded.
"So maybe when you stopped, you weren't fully 'in the mood', you know?"
"Yeah, maybe."
She continued, "I thought you meant that you didn't try so hard because I didn't spank you hard enough."
"Oh my God, no! I would never do that!" I protested.
"You could."
"And not do my best to, you know, make you happy?"
"Show your utmost gratitude," she supplied.
"You would have to spank me so hard!"
(out comes the strap!)
"I would, wouldn't I?" she mused and seemed to like the idea.
"If it's important to you, you would!" I said, thinking that it could never happen.
"Oh, is that the criteria? That's a pretty good one," she agreed. "Also, I could feel insulted." Now she was getting romantic and reached over to start stroking me. "I'd have to spank you so much!"
At this point the discussion got lost as I dropped between her thighs. She had no trouble coming this time before I rose up and nailed her to the mattress.
Still, the next-next day she brought it up again.
"I owe you a hell of a spanking," she announced.
"WHAT?!? For what?"
"You said yourself that if you disappointed me that I'd have to spank you."
"But it wasn't my fault!" I protested.
"Yeah, YOU said that. I'm not so sure," she said, "and I'm not sure it matters."
That's a hard one yo argue with.
"AND it's important. Really important. Maybe not to you..."
"Of course it's important to me!" I told her.
"Well, it's REALLY important to me," she repeated. "So what kind of spanking would you need for that?"
"Bad," I admitted.
(could we keep the cane out of this, please?)
"Bad is right! Very bad, for your very BAD behavior! Or, effort, anyway," she corrected herself. "Plus, you don't even KNOW how it hurt my feelings!"
I didn't, but I suspected that I was about to, assisted by about an hour or two of 'feelings talk'.
In the end we 'agreed' (somehow) that such a horrific violation of trust should require that I get five or six 'fully punitive' spankings with her notorious slipper (each followed by enthusiastic and emphatic utmost gratitude (and a lot of associated banging), meaning that they would have to be spread out for us to both 'fully realize' the benefits).
And wow! Given an excuse to blister my bare behind, she did NOT hold back! She looked forward to each one in direct proportion to how much I dreaded them!
IF THAT WERE THE END it wouldn't be quite as bad. But it's not.
NOW she's convinced that 'when her slipper comes off', she's essentially required (she says 'compelled') to fully roast my butt.
"In case when I finish I want you to show that utmost gratitude, I need to be sure that you're motivated to do your best. And that I'M 'in the mood' to appreciate it."
