so i’m a bit of a difficult boy to punish, and i fully admit that’s on me. i’m one of the most masochistic people you’ll ever meet. seriously. you know those movie scenes where some guy is getting the absolute shit beaten out of him and everyone else is flinching or covering their eyes? yeah, that’s when duckie is getting hard, imagining himself in that place. horror movies? same thing. when the bad stuff starts happening, i start shifting in my seat for a very different reason.

i know i’m weird, but that’s the beauty of this space. we can own our kinks instead of hiding them.

still, it creates a challenge for Madam. corporal punishment definitely hurts, no question. but to push me past the point where it’s fun and deep into the territory of actual punishment, she would have to risk doing serious damage. and she’s not against that level of severity if i ever deserve it, but not for the average mistake.

unfortunately, i recently screwed up big time with the Magazine. Mrs. Annie wrote her first feature article, and it was my responsibility to do all the backend setup: formatting, tags, meta description, author credit. i accidentally published it under Mizz Geena’s name instead of Mrs. Annie. huge mistake. caused confusion, and honestly it disrespected the effort Mrs. Annie put in.

so now poor zeek is taking fifty lashings for me. and by Mizz Geena no less. and Madam had me spin the punishment wheel not once, but twice. my fate?

for a full week, duckie has to make broccoli for dinner. every. single. fucking. night. and as if that wasn’t enough, i’m also banned from 420 for the entire week. that’s 7 full days.

i’m telling you, this one actually hurts. lashes, paddles, whips? bring them on. but a week without my high, paired with nightly broccoli? i might actually die.

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