I'm Not Okay
Mistress is mad. She's been mad before. Believe me, she's mad a lot of the time. I like her when she's middling mad; not so calm and gentle that she laughs at my naughty, but not so angry that I'm afraid she'll leave. She's that kind of mad today. Here's the trouble: I don't know when to stop. Or I do, but I ignore the warning signs and keep on pushing. Tonight at dinner I flirted a little with the waiter, and Mistress warned me to stop. Several times. She finally snapped at me in front of the waiter that if I didn't stop flirting, she'd pull me over her knee right then and there. If she would have said it in a joking way, we could have laughed about it and chased the waiter away through our affection. And he probably would have wondered forever if Mistress was serious about the playful threat. She was not playful at all. The seriousness of her tone sent a shuddering pall over the table, and the waiter virtually slunk away from the table, a...