Confession made.
In the wake of my spluttering, there is nothing. You say nothing. Your body language gives little indication that you even heard me.
I wait for moments that feel like days. I wait so long and worry so hard that I can feel my first wrinkle crease my forehead, seeds of gray sprout and bloom in my blonde hair.
Your silence ages me; your silence erodes me.
There is no punishment greater than this mandated silence. I don’t dare cross my ankles or reposition my hands that are balled beneath my thighs. There is an itch on my arm, but I cannot scratch it. I fear breathing, so great is my desire to disappear in your moment of reflection.
For all of my outward stillness, there is a giant riot on the inside: Spank me! Send me to the corner! Wash my mouth out with soap! Do something before I come undone!
If you insist on silence, just point to that looming corner. Pantomime the removal of my pants before patting your thighs. You don’t need words for me to follow your instructions: corner, spank, repeat.
Give me the loud clap of forgiveness as hand meets cheek.
Muy bien Pinkster!!
Silence is golden…… duct tape is silver!
I do love that! Although I might rank duct tape a bit higher… 😛
Tee hee duct tape.
“Duct tape is like the force: It has a dark side and
a light side and it holds the universe together.”
-variously attributed
excellent post and a good way to spend the weekend.
Definitely high on my weekend plans! Although I could do without the silence…the waiting.
Who am I kidding? The waiting, while the hardest part, might be where most of the real action is. 🙂
Oh my! Been there more times than I care to recall. And the waiting is definately an integral part. Must explain why I have to highlight my hair and use that expensive face cream! I shall explain this to BBH when the bills come in.
“You age me.”
I see that going over really well. (As in, many future purchases of hair dye and face cream!)
Well said pink.
There you sit like an overfilled balloon waiting for the prick.
Once contained and hidden from view. POP! now limp and tattered open all exposed.
Corner, Spank, Repeat.
Perfect description. I choose to overlook the innuendo of “waiting for the prick”. Oops, no, I didn’t overlook it at all, did I?
Pink, Rather I think you meant to say you were “looking forward” to it my dear.
…or that. It could be that. 🙂
Your post got me to thinking about the difference between silent corner time, and corner time which involves one directional communication (*cough*scolding*cough*).
While being scolded while in the corner is bad enough, silent corner time is worse — alone with my thoughts, knowing I am on display — it just makes a lesson sink in deeper. With scolding at least I am still feeling some sort of connection – almost makes me feel like I’m not really in the corner. I can pretend otherwise. With silence I have no choice but to be fully aware of where I am.
I’m with you – whatever the punishment, I say just get on with it! The waiting part is excruciating.
The only time I’ve been scolded during corner time there were accompanying spanks. So I don’t think that’s considered corner time, is it? Isn’t that just “spanking time”?
Your comment made me wonder how different I’d feel. Additional research needed. 🙂
Beautifully written!
Thanks, Katia! Great to have you here!
I hate that wait… I the the build up to the decision to confess as well. My stomach always flip flops… My heart pounds in my chest and ears…. And the fear of his unapproving response kills me. I could feel every second of your wait and it makes my heart race foe you!
And they fully know, don’t they?
I was accused of topping from the bottom with this post. I’m expecting a nice, long silence when next we meet. Drat. Blogging is dangerous.
Hmm Im sorry… I wouldn’t have guessed that about this post but what do I know? I feel for ya… Hope it’s quick and not too painful!
Oh, LOL, it’s aaaaallllll good. 🙂 More of a kidding sort of way. Haha, I like it.
Oh well in that case… 🙂
Miss Pink – beautiful and powerful. All of it.
Hugs
Raven
Thanks, Raven! You’ve written about waiting before, too, and it’s always a powerful experience.
Wow! That’s about all I can say – Those photographs speak a billion words, but then when you added text to my already pulsating thoughts … wow …
Hi, Rusty!
I’m happy this post spoke to you. 🙂
I’m wanting corner time. In a bad way. Ever have days like that?
Well, yes and no … I’m not much of a corner person (not that I oppose it; I’m not one to fuss or argue/protest), but, it just doesn’t do anything for me except make me feel hemmed in (claustrophobic) … I never feel “punished.” But, do I ever get days like that? Yes, in a way – I guess if there was something else just as suitable, now would be the time. I’m so out of sorts. I think he’s going to journey here in July. I told him I was afraid to fly right now – I’m a wuss like that.