I lie, and wait, for punishment. You’re gonna use the belt. My love/hate relationship with that God awful thing makes you use it more often than you should. Since you told me to wait like this, I know you will use the belt. You don’t punish my ass anymore, because I like it. Too much. So the back it is. At least you haven’t discovered how sensitive my legs are. I don’t think you’d hit my legs anyway, knowing how much I love them.
Are you going to make me wait an hour? This is the worst part. Waiting. It’s part of the punishment, I know, because I’m so fucking impatient. You make me wait constantly. Do you think I’ll suddenly become more patient? I should ask you that sometime. …No, you’d probably slap me across the face. Hmm…
God, would you hurry up already? My knees hurt. Better not tell you that, you’ll keep me on them. That wouldn’t be so bad. I love having your cock in my throat. But I’d rather get fucked. I need it so badly.
That’s why I’m getting punished, you caught me masturbating in the shower. Like a one minute orgasm could compare to getting fucked. I wasn’t sure I’d see you. I needed release.
You NEED to learn. I’m tired of punishing you for the same thing, over and over.
It’s true. It’s probably the only thing I get punished for. I can’t remember another reason. I’ve never thought to ask you if I could rub one out. Maybe I want to get punished. I am a masochist. But back strappings fucking hurt.
Shit. This is going to hurt.
Tears? What the fuck?! I barely cry from an ass strapping and today I’m about to cry before I even get hit? I’m seriously messed up. Are you ever going to come in here and get this over with?
How much worse would it be if you came in to find me in another position? My knees are killing me. If I could touch myself, it wouldn’t be so bad. God. I just can’t leave well enough alone. I must be a punishment junkie.
Get in here, already! This sucks. I HATE waiting. Oh, wait… I hear you coming. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. This is going to hurt. Stop crying, fucking pussy. It’s your own fault. Shit.
I hear the buckle. I hear you pulling it free. …Well, get it over with, already…
Are you going to hit me? Or just stare at me? Please, don’t make me count.
Shit…
MelDouleur.com 
Wow mel…. for my Sir, the mental torture of the anticipation would be his satisfaction. He’d make me wait….
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I imagine most Dom(me)s enjoy using that bit of torture.
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Yes, the psychological aspect thrills my Sir… and puts me in a very submissive mindset…it’s quite effective 🙂
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You may give a man ideas with this… I know someone who might regret me having these ideas.
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Oh.. well, apologize to her for me. 😉
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On the back, really? But I love the waiting part
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Just my imagination, Sir. I don’t even know what it feels like on the ass. (I wrote it specifically for that picture. It looked like she was waiting for that kind of punishment.)
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The waiting is the worst part! I am so impatient and just the waiting part is torture alone!
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I have no patience. The men in my life have a knack for making me wait to the point of near insanity…
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Oh wow, Mel. That is one powerfully strong image you’ve conjured. I can’t stand waiting either, particularly not for punishment. And yes, belt strappings hurt like hell, although my DH has never hit my back. He will, however, do the legs. Ouch!
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I can’t imagine having my legs struck. Ouch!
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Reblogged this on Maren Smith and commented:
One (of many, I’m sure) thing Mel does extremely well is evoke a mood. I love her imagery.
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Thank you do much for the re-blog Maren. Such a compliment!
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With that kind of reaction, I could see the punishment simply being the waiting, wondering, and worrying.
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Exactly. Waiting= the worst kind of punishment.
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Wow. What sensations you create for your readers.
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I love impact play, yet I cry like a baby before, during and after a punishment. The impact during punishment hurts and I can’t turn it into pleasure.
Total mind fuck.
You’re amazing in how much you get it. Does hubby still read your blog?
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Nope. But we’re ok. I’ve accepted it. I love my little family and that’s enough.
Writing about my fantasies, sharing them with friends, understanding that change is always possible… I’m ok. I get off on people reading and enjoying my words. It’s enough… for now.
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Wonderful write, to capture that moment of waiting and reflection….x
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Hi Mel, I linked here from Maren’s site. Wow, talk about setting the scene. I swear I could hear the belt slide through the loops…
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It’s funny, I considered not posting this. Glad I did!
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I’m so fucking addicted to your words it’s borderline creepy
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Wow Mel! Waiting for anything is the worst. I’m very impatient!
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It must be a commonality? Seems all of us have that!
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Wow, how the mind can be punished…the conversation in ones head, that’s the real torture. Not the waiting or at least that’s how I see it.
The physical pain goes away…the mental anguish can stay for a lifetime if not cared for. Is it cared for?
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Oh Sweet Marcus, it kills me how you get it. The waiting, in some ways, lasts forever!
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Lovely cara’Mel, I hate that I get it…sometimes would rather not get it.
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