Last Night's Unexpected Discipline

I've always been drawn to a caregiver dynamic without the 'Daddy' label. Last night, after what started as an intense study session turned into something much more intimate and playful, I found myself needing guidance. As we explored deeper boundaries, things escalated quickly when he pointed out my neglect in following through with certain rules we set earlier. It wasn't harsh, just enough to make me feel like a kid again, learning lessons I clearly needed to remember. Was this just part of the experience, or am I overthinking it? Have any of you been in similar situations where play turned unexpectedly serious?