Yes, I know the title of this post is all over the place but I have a story to tell and I need your opinion so just go with it.
Last Spring I broke my ankle over the weekend and pretty much acted like nothing happened until the following Monday when I finally dragged myself in for an x-ray and to face the fact that I would need to be in a cast for the beginning of the Summer. I hate casts and pretty much only wore it for about 3 weeks before taking it off on my own at home and letting things ride. Yes, I got the typical warnings from many friends but just smiled and said I was doing just fine, until I broke the same ankle again in December. The injury was much worse but I was just as stubborn and actually refused a hard cast and made due with a soft brace and lots of rest. Needless to say I rolled my ankle twice since then and actually tore a tendon not to long ago, the pain was so intense I had no choice but to call Daddy from work and tell him what happened. Of course, he rushed to my work and took me back to the Doctor refusing to sit in the waiting room so he could here what the Dr. had to say first hand. He smiled at me smugly as the Dr. went on about physical therapy, daily exercises and flats for the next 8 weeks. These were all things I were told back in December with the exception that at that time I still had the ability to No and to be quite honest I exercised that right freely. I held back tears as the Dr. went on and just knew I had no choice but to follow the directions I was being given.
Daddy and I spoke about it at length, I bargained, begged and pleaded but he shut me down every time. Then one day he caved......a little. I had to wear the brace we purchased everyday until bed time, no wedges and the daily exercises provided must be done but I did not have to endure the actual physical therapy appointments if I kept up with everything else. No problem, thank you Sir!
The work days get busy, the kids need to be driven places and lo and behold the first thing to get pushed aside each night is the exercises. To be quite precise I had only done them twice since we came to an agreement. Daddy mentioned it from time to time but did not outright ask about it and pretty much let it go. Unfortunately the more he let it go the more I put it out of my head (just ignore it and it will surely go away).
Now it's no secret that I have been getting spanked a lot lately. I could actually count the days I have not been spanked over the last two weeks with one hand and a few fingers to spare, but things were looking up. I did not get spanked on Monday and we were both really busy with life so there was no way I could screw anything up. I settled into bed that evening while on the phone with Daddy and there came the question.
When was the last time you did your ankle exercises?
Then I got a nice long lecture about trust, broken promises, him wanting to be able to run with me and the kids on the beach and disappointment. It made me feel like crap. I started thinking about all the nights we sat on the phone when I could have easily been sitting on the edge bed doing what he asked for my own damn good.
Skip to Tuesday and me bare bottomed over his knee, again. The spanking was really fast with absolutely no time to adjust between spanks. I was moving a lot but it was over in the blink of an eye. I tried to lay there for a minute to catch my breath but he wanted me dressed and sitting as soon as possible..."no comfort" he said curtly and then I just lost it. I was hysterical, almost hyperventilating. I crawled onto his lap and he stroked my hair and he asked me to stop crying and then he said it hurt him as much as it hurt me and he didn't like to punish me (not really sure about that) and he just talked to me until I calmed and all was right with the world.
Tada, guess who did their ankle exercises last night.
Anyway, later on we were talking and shopping on line. We were looking at fun stuff like clamps, beds and stocks and all of sudden he pulled up a collar pictured below. He asked if I liked it and told me it was something he would like to buy for me to wear all the time as a symbol of our Owner/Slave relationship. I have to say I am truly touched by the sentiment and would be more than happy to wear this full time. I am not quite sure it will get me spanked any less but I did get the feeling that he thought it would help me stay more on task when he could not be with me.
I do like this collar but I am wondering if the ring gives it away too much for the professional work setting. I personally think, if you don't know, you wouldn't know and if you do know then you probably won't care too much .... but please let me know your thoughts.