We've written, in the last days, about our efforts to manage Master's use of alcohol. We've turned to our power exchange dynamic, switching the balance, to allow me to act in the role of disciplinarian as a support to His efforts.
It has not been a smooth process, and He has fought and raged and violated the various limits that I've imposed. He's been furiously angry with me, not understanding ( in the grip of one drink too many) why He couldn't have what He wanted when He wanted it.
As our agreement has specified, I have imposed limits, endured His stormy moods, and then implemented the agreed upon disciplinary spankings when the circumstances have warranted that.
I am not, by my nature, sadistic, and not inclined to be harshly toppy. To inflict real, serious pain on this Man that I love is very difficult. With that understood, I can become a seriously effective and determined disciplinarian if I need to do that. I don't enjoy doing it, and so my entire focus, in the event, is to ensure that it does not need to be repeated more than once or twice. If you are going to earn corporal punishment from me, then I will make sure that you don't seek to repeat the experience.
Lest anyone doubt the fact, here are photos, taken this afternoon, of the bruises and welts still apparent on His butt. Even at one and two days out; even with some pretty significant applications of arnica, the bruising and welting is still quite apparent. He keeps telling me that His butt hurts. Seeing the damage I've inflicted, I am not at all surprised. Nor am I surprised that He is intent on avoiding further discipline at my hand.