Alpha’s response to a humbled kat

Humble Pie,” the recent post written by kat was hard for her to write. It’s not easy for most people to admit when they screw-up, especially when they screw-up royally. And, believe me, when kat said she “had to eat a big slice of humble pie,” she wasn’t kidding. She probably gained 20-lbs of humbleness in a single sitting.

Admirably, kat chose to do the post. It is not part of the punishments / consequences that I’ve meted out to atone for her disrespectful act.

Being her Dom and the recipient of the disrespectful act—make that extremely disrespectful—I have the right to expose her deceptive actions. It would be an interesting story and a good object lesson for others.

But I am kat’s Dom and have a greater responsibility to her. And she’s already punishing herself more than any outside influence could ever achieve. So, this story must wait to be told till the day we can both laugh at it in hindsight.

Regarding consequences, I’ve assigned some special tasks for kat to accomplish prior to my return home.

One of the consequences is a writing task specifically designed to make kat relive the incident as a learning experience. She has to spell out exactly what she did, what led up to it and why she believes she would choose to do something so contrary to who she is normally. She must also include a formal apology to me with a promise to accept all punishment and consequences and never do anything like it again.

The second task is the deterrent task. I will not divulge the specifics, but it is a displeasing task from kat’s standpoint to deter her from ever deciding to do the same “naughty girl” action ever again.

Those of you that read kat’s post know that upon my return home she will receive a well-deserved spanking. But she knows it will be delivered without anger, and from a foundation of love. With plenty of after-care to begin the healing.

After that we’ll both be able to put it behind us and move forward: kat healing from the guilt and shame, and me healing from the hurt of fresh cuts to the heart (metaphorically speaking of course).

Humble Pie

Humble—

The dictionary defines humble as: “having a feeling of insignificance, inferiority, subservience, etc.” when it is used as a noun; when used as a verb: “to make meek: to humble one’s heart.” There are other variations of definitions, but these two are the ones that speak to me.

A few days ago, I had to eat a big slice of humble pie, and I’m still feeling the effects; metaphorically, I’m still suffering horrible indigestion. And it has humbled me.

I won’t go into details (though Alpha has the right if he so chooses), too embarrassing for me to share even here where I can hide behind the veil of anonymity; but I will say I disrespected Alpha big time, and now I’m paying for it—or will pay for it. We’re in separate states right now, but when he gets home, I’m in for the spanking of my life. And I deserve whatever punishment he chooses to mete out…and probably more. But the physical punishment will pale in comparison to the anguish I feel in my heart.

I feel ashamed, embarrassed, and humbled because of what I did. And strangely enough, extremely submissive. Alpha handled the situation with his usual aplomb, never once raising his voice or showing anger; the man is the most unflappable person I’ve ever known. Yes, he let me know I had screwed up, that he was hurt, and there would be a price to pay; but he never berated me. I yearn to kneel before him, tell him I’m sorry (again), and hold out the belt to him. And when he comes home, I will do just that.

I’m not an old hand to D/s—Alpha being the only man I’ve ever submitted to—and how I’m feeling because of my horrible transgression has surprised me. Yes, I’m his sub, but I’ve never felt this level of submission before. I’ve never felt this level of reverence for Alpha before; yes, I have always respected him, but now it has gone deeper.

And I wonder why this has happened, why I feel even more deeply now that Alpha is my Dom and I am his submissive, that I am His, body, heart, and soul. Why would my screw-up cause my feelings to intensify?

I don’t understand it, but I think Alpha is pleased—not with my action, but how it ultimately affected my submission. He has always told me that he saw the submissive in me almost from the beginning, but I had my doubts if it was truly in my nature. But judging by how I’m feeling now, I have to admit that maybe he was right all along.

But it took the right man to draw it out of me: Alpha…my Dom…my Daddy.

Alpha’s response is here

Disrespect

Kat knew alcohol was no excuse. It merely lowered her inhibitions enough to follow through on something she had been curious about for quite a while. What would Alpha do if she ever disrespected him.

Kneeling beside the bed—wearing nothing but her collar and panties, with the belt draped over her thighs—she recalled how she had originally envisioned disrespecting Alpha while they were alone. She had only wanted to push it just enough to see what he would do.

She could not get enough of his erotic spankings and impact play. And she was surprised to realize the additional control he exerted over her during maintenance spankings actually increased her arousal substantially; so much so, she became increasingly interested in knowing what a real punishment session would be like.

She and Alpha had been together several months at this point. But they were so compatible, and communicated so well, that she had never done anything deserving punishment. So, it was up to her to initiate an incident that would end in a punishment session. Unfortunately, the plan went astray.

Kat thought they would be alone on this Friday evening, but a couple of Alpha’s old military buddies dropped by unannounced, with their ‘main squeezes’ riding bitch on the back of their Harleys.

Alpha had served in an elite military unit prior to receiving a medical discharge after being wounded.

During his tour of duty, he and four of his teammates, all Harley riders, formed a tight bond: a real ‘band of brothers’ as the saying goes.

Kat had heard stories of how tight the guys were—having gone in-and-out of harm’s way multiple times together—but this was the first time she had seen it firsthand.

Normally, she would be supportive in such situations. But, the combination of the night not going as planned, having to play hostess while entertaining the two ladies she’d found little in common with, and a few too many alcoholic beverages set the stage for the inevitable—she blatantly disrespected Alpha in front of his special guests.

Alpha, always in control of his emotions, calmly ended the evening and bid his friends adieu, after setting up another get-together in a couple weeks. Before locking up the house and turning everything off, he told Kat to strip down to panties only, choose an implement of punishment, and kneel beside the bed.

The time alone waiting for Alpha to enter the bedroom heightened both her apprehension and arousal. She knew her Dom well enough to know he would never lose his cool: he loved her and would keep her protected and safe. But she equally knew being disrespected was a major issue with him. He treats everyone with respect and expects it in return. So, she knew he would not let this pass. She only hoped she could endure it without falling to pieces, or getting mad; after all, she brought it on herself. And yet, in spite of it all, she could not deny the arousal that enveloped her with the knowledge that the man she loved would exercise his complete authority over her. Something that has always made her weak in the knees, soft in the heart, and wet between her legs.

During the beginning of their 24/7 D/s relationship it was agreed that Alpha had complete authority over her body, and while she was allowed hard and soft limits for normal sex sessions, she had no say over her punishments.

A shiver traversed her spine as she heard footfalls in the hallway, and she squeezed her thighs together.

She felt his presence enter the room before seeing him, and her breath became shallower.

He came up behind her and she saw something quickly drop by her eyes, then felt the soft fabric of a scarf separate her lips. It caught her by surprise, as Alpha secured it in place. He has shoved her panties in her mouth on occasion, but he has never gagged her securely like this before.

“Your mouth has got you into trouble,” Alpha said calmly. “And I’m not going to listen to any excuses.”

He tested the tension on the gag: tight enough to impede speech, but loose enough to allow air-flow.

He grabbed a fistful of Kat’s hair as he leaned forward to speak close to her ear.

“You will take the consequence of your action,” said Alpha, “because it’s obvious that you did it on purpose.”

Kat noticed that Alpha’s tone was different, then she realized why. He wasn’t just disappointed in her, she had really hurt him. And she immediately felt awful.

She had been so focused on the possibility of experiencing a new level of impact pleasure/pain, that she failed to contemplate what her action would do to Alpha emotionally.

Alpha is a strong man and rarely opens up emotionally to anyone; yet, he has opened up to Kat more than anyone… ever. And she just did something to him she knows he hates.

Kat no longer wanted to experience the punishment out of kinky curiosity. She now believed she deserved whatever punishment her Daddy planned to administer.

“Arise,” said Alpha, “and stand centered at the foot of the bed.”

Kat complied.

“Drop the belt on the bed.”

She did.

“Bend forward,” he said. “Arms straight out to the sides.”

She got into position, and Alpha secured her wrists to the cuffs and chains attached to the posts.

He positioned himself behind and slightly left of Kat’s bent form. He then caressed her pantie-clad ass, as he spoke.

“There will be after-care,” he said. “We will then put it behind us and move forward.”

He slid his hand under the waistband and pushed her panties down, again surprising Kat. He’s always begun the erotic and maintenance spankings with her panties up. And that wasn’t the end of her surprises.

Alpha reached forward and took hold of the belt.

Oh, my god! Kat thought. He’s not going to warm me up with hand spanking first.

Alpha leaned forward to speak to Kat once more.

“Erotic and maintenance spankings are to be enjoyed,” he said, as if reading her mind. “Punishment would not be a deterrent if I made it pleasurable.”

In the moment that Alpha stood, a side of Kat both understood and accepted the need for punishment to remain a deterrent.

Then another surprise occurred. As Alpha reared back, then delivered the first belt lash across Kat’s bare bottom, thoughts from Kat’s darker, deeper, kinkier side arose, and she couldn’t help getting aroused over being totally controlled by the man she adored…the same as when he ravished her passionately. So, while part of her disliked the intense pain, the other side of her hoped it was just the beginning of a long hard session.