Mid-week mini-punish

   I had forgotten about this one. Silly me. While out with my mother and daughter last week my mom had (I assumed) order a dessert for my daughter. A small half scoop of ice cream and literally a tiny brownie bite. When the dessert got the table and my daughter's eye's lit up, my mom took a plate set the brownie on it and gave it to me. Apparently the brownie was for me, the ice cream for my daughter.
   I still haven't learned how to "ask for permission to eat bad food" in front of others, especially when placed on the spot like that. I told myself it was literally just a bite of brownie, and proceeded to eat it. Later when I talked to Daddy I told him about it and his reply was:

You didn't ask me if you could have a brownie, Pet. 

   Well no I didn't, but I didn't know how to stop and say "Hey Mom, thanks for thinking I would like this bite of brownie, hang on while I text my boyfriend who I now call Daddy because we've entered into a new dynamic in our relationship that you would view as archaic and disgusting, to ask permission to eat it!" I just don't think that would have played out well.
   So I was supposed to be punished for the brownie along with my Saturday punishment, but after taking the beating for my tone I think Daddy decided I had had enough. So at work on Thursday he asked me if I was busy, and strangely enough I wasn't. He had me grab a piece of paper, label each said "1" and "2" and write line like back in grade school!!!

"I will not eat bad foods without daddy's permission."

   How embarrassing!!!! And strangely effective, because once I was done I had no desire to disobey that rule again. With other punishments, though they are harsh and can be painful, there is a sweetness at the end of them. I get to lay in his arms, or feel him then take care of me, talk to me. With this all I was left with was a cramping hand and a dissatisfied sense of loneliness. He was across town at his job, and I was at my desk. There was no embrace, sweet kiss, nothing. Just a "Good Girl" text when I sent him the pictures to show him I did indeed write lines. 

   I suppose some punishments have to have no pleasure associated with them.....if not I might be a bad girl more often, but I really hope this doesn't become a thing. >_<