No. 292: Nighttime Punishment Training

In the living room at night, in the dead silence of the room, the “punishment” time for my actions today has begun. I never imagined that the consequences of my embarrassing outfit and over-the-top antics from earlier in the day would come back to haunt me like this. It’s not sore at all, but the sensation of disciplining myself within these simple rules makes my heart race for some strange reason. It’s pitch black outside the window, and only the light from the room illuminates me. Even though no one is watching, I feel as if I’m being watched. All things considered, this time isn’t so bad. Even as I reflect on my actions, I know there’s a part of me that will probably do the same thing all over again tomorrow. If you happen to come across this video, please send me a quiet cheer—or maybe just a wry smile. That’s all for tonight.