I was a bad robot
Malfunction, malfunction!
So, in my previous post, I alluded to some fun that was to be had in the kitchen on Thursday afternoon. To be more specific, the fun to be had involved me wearing nothing but my apron, bent over the kitchen sink (and probably the counters, the table, and on the floor too). The prerequisite for this was that the kitchen had to be clean, including the floor and the table. All of this was completed except for the table (which is honestly a huge endeavor, it sort of gets used as a catch-all for junk).
This fun did not happen. Not necessarily because the table was not clean, although that was a factor, but because I made a really dumb mistake.
The dumb mistake was that I scheduled a trip to get groceries (that I'd been trying to take care of for days before) that was in conflict with the kitchen date, because I assumed that getting the groceries should take priority, and I didn't ask my owner for clarification. This assumption got me in big trouble as he would have preferred I scheduled the grocery run a little later in order to make both possible. I didn't think about this as a possibility because the person who was giving me a ride was trying to piggyback that trip on another errand he had to run so I was attempting to make that work as well, which was also kind of stupid, because there honestly would have been time anyway.
So what ended up happening is I apologized profusely to the point of excess, cried a lot because I was ashamed of myself and upset because I offended my owner, and then when I managed to get it together, we talked about it.
What usually happens when I do something wrong is I apologize a lot, I figure out and explain how the mistake happened, and then come up with a way to do better next time. Then my owner decides on an appropriate punishment, and then we do a lot of hugging and cuddling and getting back to normal.
So I told my owner that I was confused about what should have taken priority and felt like I had to make a quick decision based on the immediate situation, and that decision ended up being wrong, because I hadn't asked for clarification earlier. And then I said that next time I would be sure to ask for clarification if I need it, as soon as I realize I need it.
So after that, my owner informed me that we would do it again next Thursday but until then he wants to see an even higher level of maintenance in the kitchen that should continue all week so that he knows I really want my reward. And then he told me to go wait for him in the kitchen, on my knees.
So I did. And he came in, and flicked me on the nose. And then I made some coffee, and we were okay.
Now I bet that sounds pretty silly, and kind of not a very harsh physical punishment at all, or kind of unnecessary since a punishment was already worked out. But there's a few things you need to know about why it was necessary in this manner:
1. I have serious comfort issues with anything being near my face. I can't even face the shower head when I'm taking a shower, the water hitting my face freaks me right out. So what might sound ridiculous to you was pretty unpleasant for me.
2. I'm a total pain-slut. So actually beating on me isn't gonna work, I like it too much.
3. I'm burdened with an INCREDIBLY guilty conscience. If nothing immediate and concrete happens that I can consider as my owner doling out a punishment, I will just keep feeling guilty about it forever and skulk around the house with my tail between my legs all day. If my owner was REALLY CRUEL and wanted me to suffer tremendously for my mistake, he wouldn't have to do anything. I do it to myself already. So by giving me a whap on the nose like that, it's more like letting out the release valve, so to speak. Emptying the cache. So if it ever seems like my owner is going easy on me for anything, just remember that I'm the amazing self-punishing submissive. That may sound like a real treat, but honestly, it's hard for him because he has to tread so lightly to make sure he doesn't overdo it. Personally I think he does a great job of working with my own personal abnormal psychology.
So there you have it, no matter how proud I am of what I do and how good I am at it, I still mess up, and this is a pretty textbook example of how it plays out.
My owner assures me that overall I am a very good boy by the way. :D
So, in my previous post, I alluded to some fun that was to be had in the kitchen on Thursday afternoon. To be more specific, the fun to be had involved me wearing nothing but my apron, bent over the kitchen sink (and probably the counters, the table, and on the floor too). The prerequisite for this was that the kitchen had to be clean, including the floor and the table. All of this was completed except for the table (which is honestly a huge endeavor, it sort of gets used as a catch-all for junk).
This fun did not happen. Not necessarily because the table was not clean, although that was a factor, but because I made a really dumb mistake.
The dumb mistake was that I scheduled a trip to get groceries (that I'd been trying to take care of for days before) that was in conflict with the kitchen date, because I assumed that getting the groceries should take priority, and I didn't ask my owner for clarification. This assumption got me in big trouble as he would have preferred I scheduled the grocery run a little later in order to make both possible. I didn't think about this as a possibility because the person who was giving me a ride was trying to piggyback that trip on another errand he had to run so I was attempting to make that work as well, which was also kind of stupid, because there honestly would have been time anyway.
So what ended up happening is I apologized profusely to the point of excess, cried a lot because I was ashamed of myself and upset because I offended my owner, and then when I managed to get it together, we talked about it.
What usually happens when I do something wrong is I apologize a lot, I figure out and explain how the mistake happened, and then come up with a way to do better next time. Then my owner decides on an appropriate punishment, and then we do a lot of hugging and cuddling and getting back to normal.
So I told my owner that I was confused about what should have taken priority and felt like I had to make a quick decision based on the immediate situation, and that decision ended up being wrong, because I hadn't asked for clarification earlier. And then I said that next time I would be sure to ask for clarification if I need it, as soon as I realize I need it.
So after that, my owner informed me that we would do it again next Thursday but until then he wants to see an even higher level of maintenance in the kitchen that should continue all week so that he knows I really want my reward. And then he told me to go wait for him in the kitchen, on my knees.
So I did. And he came in, and flicked me on the nose. And then I made some coffee, and we were okay.
Now I bet that sounds pretty silly, and kind of not a very harsh physical punishment at all, or kind of unnecessary since a punishment was already worked out. But there's a few things you need to know about why it was necessary in this manner:
1. I have serious comfort issues with anything being near my face. I can't even face the shower head when I'm taking a shower, the water hitting my face freaks me right out. So what might sound ridiculous to you was pretty unpleasant for me.
2. I'm a total pain-slut. So actually beating on me isn't gonna work, I like it too much.
3. I'm burdened with an INCREDIBLY guilty conscience. If nothing immediate and concrete happens that I can consider as my owner doling out a punishment, I will just keep feeling guilty about it forever and skulk around the house with my tail between my legs all day. If my owner was REALLY CRUEL and wanted me to suffer tremendously for my mistake, he wouldn't have to do anything. I do it to myself already. So by giving me a whap on the nose like that, it's more like letting out the release valve, so to speak. Emptying the cache. So if it ever seems like my owner is going easy on me for anything, just remember that I'm the amazing self-punishing submissive. That may sound like a real treat, but honestly, it's hard for him because he has to tread so lightly to make sure he doesn't overdo it. Personally I think he does a great job of working with my own personal abnormal psychology.
So there you have it, no matter how proud I am of what I do and how good I am at it, I still mess up, and this is a pretty textbook example of how it plays out.
My owner assures me that overall I am a very good boy by the way. :D
Labels: naughty robot
posted by Stepford Boyfriend @ 10:33 PM
1 Comments:
At March 9, 2008 10:27 AM ,
Erin said...
you are always an incredibly good boy! And he has serious balls - I could never punish the cuteness that is you (which is why I would be a horrible owner)! We all make stupid mistakes sometimes, that's how we learn.
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