My last Master liked “corner time”, something I had never encounter with a dominant before. Hmm no, I have. Slept in a corner at night without a blanket, I’ve done this numerous times; sometimes clamped, sometimes not. What I consider “corner time” is standing in a corner, facing the wall, this I had not encountered. It’s very “Daddy” in my eyes, as is spanking with a hand over someone’s knee. Remembering the first time he sent me to the corner, I recall thinking, ‘Huh, what in the world for?’ I held my tongue of course, had I said anything I would have been cuffed across the face.
“Stand in the corner,” he told me. “Face the wall, legs shoulder-width apart, your hands on the wall before you. You may rest your forehead on the wall if you need, but you will not move from that corner until I call you back.”
I stood in the corner, I laughed at first, thinking how stupid this was, but the thought died very quickly. The corner was cold, goose bumps rose on my skin; I started to rock my hips to warm myself a little. If he saw this, he made no mention of it. I remember turning my head after a time, looking over my shoulder searching for him. I was going to ask him a question but I thought better of it and faced the wall again. How long I was there before he called me back, I cannot say; too long maybe, not long enough. My snippy remarks that invoked this mild punishment were long gone and I knelt at his feet staring at his shoes. I did not say a word unless he spoke to me first.
I would never have thought that something as simple as “corner time” could have such a powerful effect. It reinforces submission; it puts your head in a space of total obedience. Or, I found it did for me.
As time past, punishment spent in the corner was sporadic, but it was always punishment. In the corner, breasts bound so tightly they turned purple. In the corner, nipples and cunt lips clamped. Then came the weights if I was really snippy. No need to go out and buy special weights, nope, a medium to large spanners will do the trick. And the times that were the worst were when he had me play with my/his clit. This always does my head it, it always will. I cannot cope with knowing I have been displeasing and yet being allowed to pleasure myself.
Anyways, just a few memories brought back to me by seeing this photograph.
I wish you well,
beast
Tuesday 22nd April 2008
Photograph © Elena Vasiliva Gallery
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When I was hmm 5 or 6 i spent some time in a kind of summer camp.
It tunred out that i spend sometime in the corner as well heheh.
I hated that time… and can still recal it after all these years
~chuckles~ Aww the things that we remember, Master. Though I cannot imagine what sweet lil’ you would have done to be sent to the corner as punishment, Master. ;)
I cannot say that I ever recall being sent to the corner when I was little, but I was whacked with a cane a few times. And a leather belt.
To be honest. I think its utterly worng to beat a child with such devices. I know how much they can step on your nerves but beating a kid like this is dangerus and wrong.
I feel a litte sorry for you. ~hugs you~
Yes Master, I do not agree with hitting children with belts and such.
No need to be sorry for me, I did not grow up with my father, he only ever thumped me a few times. The last time, I bruised and my grandmother told him never to touch me again. If he did, he would not see me. It’s my half siblings that grew up with him that received the brunt of it. It is them you should feel sorry for.
Hmmm thank you, Master. A hug would be nice indeed. :)
~hugs returned~