Heady sexual overtones fall into sadomasochism. A sadist enjoys dishing out pain; a masochist, the reception. The hubs and I play this way often, and it has nothing to do with one reprimanding the other.
My experience with the domme sub dynamic regarding punishment is different: neither fully enjoy punishment, but that's what one gets when emotions are involved. (Pain and punishment are seperate creatures.) Normally an issue is handled with implied punishment first, so he has a chance to decide if he wants to modify his behavior. An example which occured last night...
The hubs was home after an outing and feeling surly. Going through his evening ritual, he foraged for a light, sugary snack. Recognizing the event, I called him over.
Everyone is in a bad mood sometimes.
"What's the matter?"
"Nothing to eat in this house!"
Was that a mini-tantrum?
I chuckled and rose to my feet. Hand moving up his midsection, my fingernail tapped his sternum. "Say that tomorrow when supper is missing."
Full bodied laugh, he appeared taller than his six-foot-one. "Gah, no! Not that." His face transformed into an apology, and a 'sorry' met my lips.
I thought for a minute. "Actually, what I may do is tie you down and force feed you bits of squash until ya could hold no more. [URL="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZcJjMnHoIBI"Eat It[/URL] as a musical backdrop, I'd kick your arse! *sings/dances* Have some more turkey. Have some more pie. It doesn't matter...if it's baked or fried. Just eat it! Woo!"
We had a fantastic laugh, and there is no subject above satire in my world. Still, he knows that implication could become a reality.
My experience with the domme sub dynamic regarding punishment is different: neither fully enjoy punishment, but that's what one gets when emotions are involved. (Pain and punishment are seperate creatures.) Normally an issue is handled with implied punishment first, so he has a chance to decide if he wants to modify his behavior. An example which occured last night...
The hubs was home after an outing and feeling surly. Going through his evening ritual, he foraged for a light, sugary snack. Recognizing the event, I called him over.
Everyone is in a bad mood sometimes.
"What's the matter?"
"Nothing to eat in this house!"
Was that a mini-tantrum?
I chuckled and rose to my feet. Hand moving up his midsection, my fingernail tapped his sternum. "Say that tomorrow when supper is missing."
Full bodied laugh, he appeared taller than his six-foot-one. "Gah, no! Not that." His face transformed into an apology, and a 'sorry' met my lips.
I thought for a minute. "Actually, what I may do is tie you down and force feed you bits of squash until ya could hold no more. [URL="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZcJjMnHoIBI"Eat It[/URL] as a musical backdrop, I'd kick your arse! *sings/dances* Have some more turkey. Have some more pie. It doesn't matter...if it's baked or fried. Just eat it! Woo!"
We had a fantastic laugh, and there is no subject above satire in my world. Still, he knows that implication could become a reality.

