Sometimes your life is going so perfectly, you're convinced that nothing could disrupt the success and happiness you enjoy every day. And then out of the blue, you realize that something you did has upset the most important person in your world, and they're not getting over it very easily. Such was the case for me just recently. I thought that my Caribbean goddess, Marissa, and I were getting along famously. She was the center of my world, and I reminded her every day how much I adored and worshipped her. And then, just as a four-day weekend for me was about to begin, it all came crashing down.
Let me remind you that Marissa is a strong, confident, accomplished Caribbean woman, with a gorgeously delicious plus-size body, highlighted by her trademark Caribbean ass. My Marissa is stunning in every way. She is also kind, thoughtful, and the most non-judgmental person I've ever met. And she is also someone that you don't want to disappoint, and you really don't want to upset. Unfortunately, I made both of those mistakes recently, and experienced what her form of punishment entails. Allow me to describe how I learned my lesson.
First, I won't elaborate on my transgression. Suffice it to say, I wasn't careful enough to recognize what I should have recognized. My thoughtlessness made Marissa uncomfortable in a number of ways, and my actions clearly didn't reflect the degree that I adore my Queen. This surely wasn't the way I had hoped our four-day weekend together would be.
It started as soon as I came home from work Wednesday afternoon. I walked into our home, and Marissa was sitting calmly on a chair at our dining room table. She didn't need to say much, as her face told me enough.
"Jon, sit down, I want to talk to you."
"Sure, is everything OK?"
Marissa just stared at me for about two minutes, which is really a long time in a situation like that. I felt like a ten year old who just broke the neighbor's window doing what he was told he should never do. My mind raced through my memory of what I had done recently; what could possibly have upset Marissa enough to make her this mad at me. I felt myself cowering.
"Are you going to tell me why I'm upset with you, Jon, or do you really want me to have to explain it to you?"
Finally, it hit me. I remembered that I had pleasured myself when Marissa wasn't home. How did she know? I felt worse than ashamed, because the worst thing about it was that I did something she told me never to do. I had no choice but to confess. There was no reminder of expectations, no screaming, no throwing dishes. Just those heavenly eyes, looking at me with bridled rage.
"Jon, go get a pad of paper and a pen," Marissa calmly ordered.
The fact that she wasn't yelling or fuming was the thing that really scared me. This was clearly worse. And it was about to get painful.
"Jon, you're going to make a list of your punishment for the next two days. If you take your punishment like a man, you'll have the weekend to enjoy as you had planned. That is, unless you fuck this up too. I'll give you 30 minutes to produce a list that is warranted for your indiscretion. And I think you know that it won't be in your best interest to present an incomplete list, isn't that right, Jon?"
I was fucked. And I had to design my own punishment, without any leniency whatsoever. I wrote frantically. Here's the final list:
1. Whenever I'm in the house, I'll remain completely naked.
2. I'm to have no sexual gratification of any kind, even during times when I'm to please you sexually.
3. Whenever I'm in sight of you, I'll spread my legs, so you can see the cock and balls that you own.
4. I'm completely at your disposal to do anything you demand of me.
5. I'm to remain in the house for the next 48 hours.
