Cashing Cheques

Sometimes I think my mouth writes cheques my ass can't cash. Tonight was one of those nights. I tend to be a bit of a masochist and when I get that way, I end up a bit lippy and maybe a bit pushy. Its something I need to work on since its not great behavior and I'm not always happy that I do it. But I'm very lucky that Master recognizes that I need a good beating and not that I'm challenging his authority in any meaningful way.

Tonight it started with me being a bit lippy while dinner was being prepared. Master promptly grabbed me by my hair (braids are good for that) and dragged me into the back room for a bit of correction. In this case, I got pushed down on the couch and a round of bare-ass spanking commenced.

It hurt. A LOT. Like a LOT a LOT. It wasn't fun or giggly or anything but painful. Usually we aren't able to have Master dole out immediate correction because the kidlets may see or hear but they are currently still away and so it was an ideal opportunity.

My ass was still stinging while we were eating supper and afterwards I still was being a bit uncooperative. Sometimes I'm a bit feisty which Master kind of likes but this time it was taken a bit too far and Master grabbed my hair and dragged me upstairs. From there it was a good working over with the belt and the flogger once I was securely tied down.

I do want to be good and obey. This relationship and the dynamic it involves are very very important to me. I promised to obey and I do. Always, no matter whether its important or not. I just need to work a bit on my own attitude so that I stop finding out just how much of a beating my ass can take.