Has anyone besides me ever noticed that
every spanking is the worst? Seriously, I can’t be the only Brat or
Submissive or Pet or Slave or whatever
floats your boat to have realized this.
Maybe you don’t agree with me, but I still
say I’m right. Like today my partner,
Cashel (Yes, I know he’s got a weird name.
It’s Irish and he goes by Cash.
But I digress); Cash got royally peeved at me because I forgot to do the
laundry. All right, maybe I let myself forget about it because I
didn’t want to do it, but I digress again.
When Cash discovered he was completely out of clean underwear (sheesh,
and I thought going commando was sexy), he seemed to think my error deserving
of a butt-warming. I could say he only used his hand, but that’s the worst!
With his hand his fingers can curve slightly and hit all those little
cracks and crevices that seem extra sensitive.
He had me squirming in moments and soon after I was promising to hand
wash his shirts, socks, underwear and every hanky he owned if he’d just stop!
I guess I can be glad he didn’t use that
awful wooden spoon we use to make sauce.
That thing is the worst! Did you know I got bit by a horse once? Probably not, but it was awful. The bite didn’t break the skin or anything,
but it was like I could feel my poor skin bruising as soon as those teeth sank
into me. That’s what the spoon is
like. Granted, Cash doesn’t leave
bruises behind…at least none that last for more than a few hours…but that spoon
feels like I’m getting bit over and over again.
Oh wow, that makes me think of the one
time he used a hairbrush on my poor bum.
That was the worst! It was his mother’s brush, all solid wood and
looking polished. He used it because I
lost my temper and slammed a door (well, four doors) while we were house-sitting
his momma’s place one weekend. I told
him afterward that is was unfair to introduce a new implement into things when
we hadn’t discussed it, but he said if we were home he would have paddled me
and a hairbrush was essentially a substitute paddle. He also said it was unfair of me to lose my
temper with him the way I did, and warned me that just because I have red hair
doesn’t mean I have to have a red-hot temper.
I personally think that’s the pot calling the kettle black because he
has red hair too and you should see him start yelling when his favorite cricket
team is losing. I wonder what he’d do if
I threatened him with our paddle when that happens…
Speaking of our paddle, it is the worst!
It’s this awful thing that his dad made when he was a boy and used on
Cash. I’m not sure why Cash kept the
danged thing till now. I would have
burned it as soon as my pa stopped using it on me if I had the chance. Instead he uses it to heat my rear end
instead of his now. I told him I don’t
need his sentimental junk around the house.
He told me that he’ll get rid of his dad’s paddle when I get rid of my
pap’s watch that my dad gave me. That is
NOT going to happen, so both still appear to have permanent places in our home.
I’ll tell you what does NOT have a permanent
place in our house—at least I’m working to make it that way. It’s Cash’s leather belt. Talk about sting, burn and never-ending
heat! Leather is the worst!
I’m not quite brave enough to throw away or burn the thing. Cash has a rule about damaging or “losing”
other people’s things, so I don’t dare; but I have no qualms putting it in
places he isn’t likely to find it. I’ve
bought the man several lovely pairs of suspenders over the years. He can use those to hold his pants up if he
fears they’ll fall too far south.
Although, I like to remind him that I’ll never complain about his pants
giving in to gravity (I’ll complain about losing mine sometimes, but never
his!). The man looks terrific in a
bottom-hugging pair of briefs…sigh.
Speaking of my man, he’s yelling for
me.
“Devlin! Get your little devil-butt down
here!”
Crap.
Did you know that my name means “descendant of the unlucky one”? I’ve got the feeling I’m about to live up to
my name. I hope that whatever he’s irked
about doesn’t make him want to send me for a switch. Those things are the worst!
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