Spankfully Mine

Hello, Blog World!  Mistress is working, so I thought I should play a little. I was cruising through old posts and smiling a lot at the silliness. That's who I am, I guess: silly. I'm okay with it. But I did feel silly enough to think I should post about a spanking Mistress has not gotten around to telling. It all started at the restaurant... I looked at the menu and sighed quietly. It was impossible, because everything listed seemed to have ingredients I did not know or could not pronounce. The waiter approached while I was still trying to figure out what kind of food this restaurant served. "Do you know what you want to get, babe?" Mistress asked me sweetly. And I'm sure not at all condescendingly. I randomly pointed at something and said, "This." Mistress looked at me in surprise.  "Are you sure?" Her tone of doubt sort of backed me into a corner mentally. "Of course, I'm sure!" I replied, not as polite as I know how...

Hello, readers. If there are any readers left in here, that is. We have been dilatory bloggers for quite some time, and I would not expect anyone to hang in there waiting for our reappearance. However, our life has been in some crazy turmoil for a while, and that must be my excuse. Mistress forgets that she does not accept excuses. Mistress' Slave forgets that her bottom is very white and ready for a tanning. I thought, since we had a free evening--free only insomuch that I am neglecting my waiting mountain of work--I should post a quick story. If quick were possible for me. *giggling* It's not. You drag every story out needlessly long. This story will certainly take a long time if my slave keeps jerking my computer out of my hands and typing interruptions to my narrative. And even longer if that naughty behavior prompts a retribution. *looks menacingly over at the now humble slavegirl* The story... I stalked Pura out of the house and down the long driveway. She...