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It's hard to remain defiant and angry when you are kneeling in a corner for an undetermined period of time. I had tried, and for a period of time I was successful, but now I was wearing down. My back and knees ached, and I longed to stand and stretch, but I knew better. I had no idea exactly how long I'd been kneeling here; we both know I have no judgment on time, especially under these circumstances. My mind reeled as I recalled all of the horrible things I'd said to you. Defiance was replaced with embarrassment as I relived the events that took place when I got home today. It had been the day from hell, and normally on those days I come home seeking the comfort of your arms, seeking your advice. Today, however, was different. Today I lost it. Mentally I cringe as I remember calling you a "fucking asshole." Even as the words left my mouth, I knew they weren't the appropriate words to use. I remember how calm you remained, and how that calm made me even angrier, driving me further out of control. At some point I realized how out of control I was, and I became even angrier with you. You waited until I had raged and screamed and cursed all I could. Even when I threw that book at you (oh, thank God I missed your head), you simply moved out of the line of fire and remained calm. At that point, however, you had had enough, and before I could blink, you had one hand gripped about my arm, and your other hand wound tightly in my hair, steering me towards our bedroom, and into this corner. The height difference between us allowed you to simply push down and position me on my knees. Once there, the hand in my hair pulled my head back, and you knelt low for just a moment, your lips against my ear. " You will stay here until I am ready to deal with your behavior." I tried to nod, a difficult task with my head pulled back. You left the room, and we both know I'll stay here in this position. Embarrassment turns to sadness, as I kneel here, thinking about what I've said and done. And then, a flash of fear: I know I will be punished for this, and I know that part of the reason for this wait is to allow you the time to think and process and regain your calm, you never punish me in anger. Not that you punish me often... I'm usually your good girl. I love pleasing you; it's part of the basis of our entire relationship. I'm pretty sure that my behavior today will warrant what will surely be the strongest punishment you've ever given me. I start to wonder about what will happ bizarre videos It's hard to remain defiant and angry when you are kneeling in a corner for an undetermined period of time. I had tried, and for a period of time I was successful, but now I was wearing down. My back and knees ached, and I longed to stand and stretch, but I knew better. I had no idea exactly how long I'd been kneeling here; we both know I have no judgment on time, especially under these circumstances. My mind reeled as I recalled all of the horrible things I'd said to you. Defiance was replaced with embarrassment as I relived the events that took place when I got home today. It had been the day from hell, and normally on those days I come home seeking the comfort of your arms, seeking your advice. Today, however, was different. Today I lost it. Mentally I cringe as I remember calling you a "fucking asshole." Even as the words left my mouth, I knew they weren't the appropriate words to use. I remember how calm you remained, and how that calm made me even angrier, driving me further out of control. At some point I realized how out of control I was, and I became even angrier with you. You waited until I had raged and screamed and cursed all I could. Even when I threw that book at you (oh, thank God I missed your head), you simply moved out of the line of fire and remained calm. At that point, however, you had had enough, and before I could blink, you had one hand gripped about my arm, and your other hand wound tightly in my hair, steering me towards our bedroom, and into this corner. The height difference between us allowed you to simply push down and position me on my knees. Once there, the hand in my hair pulled my head back, and you knelt low for just a moment, your lips against my ear. " You will stay here until I am ready to deal with your behavior." I tried to nod, a difficult task with my head pulled back. You left the room, and we both know I'll stay here in this position. Embarrassment turns to sadness, as I kneel here, thinking about what I've said and done. And then, a flash of fear: I know I will be punished for this, and I know that part of the reason for this wait is to allow you the time to think and process and regain your calm, you never punish me in anger. Not that you punish me often... I'm usually your good girl. I love pleasing you; it's part of the basis of our entire relationship. I'm pretty sure that my behavior today will warrant what will surely be the strongest punishment you've ever given me. I start to wonder about what will happ

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