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...

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...

Hello, Readers! I made a commitment to Mistress that I would not post anything during the school year except on breaks. That way I can focus on school, which is my only job during the school year, with the generous exception of loving and caring for Mistress. Truth to tell, she was a little jealous of how much time and attention I was spending on the online world, and so I pulled back. It's Spring Break now. Mistress is out of town for a few days, and so I'm Baaaaack! I thought you all might like to hear a little bit about last weekend. One of those  weekends... Mistress was under a lot of stress.  There were some crazy work scenarios, plus a visit from a judgmental brother, some crises with some of her investments, and then one of Mistresses exes showed up out of the blue, (although that may have been mostly stressful for me). Mistress was under an abundant amount of stress and so she took a day off work to sort out her mind and relax. Why is it that when she's home ...

Mistress, as you probably have figured out, has a pretty low tolerance for irresponsible behavior. I get it; she's older and has had her fair share of experiences to teach her about the harsh realities of life. *Shrug* I'm 21. We went to a party a couple nights ago: one of those ridiculous costume extravaganzas that happen around this time of year. I wore my "Little Red Riding Hood" costume, because it is the only one my lover approves of outside of the house. It's slightly less-revealing than some of the other costumes I brought from my life before Mistress. So, party at Mistress' friend's house turned out to be a little dull. Mistress and friends laughed and joked about stuff like the presidential debate (Snooze!) and mortgages... or whatever older, more boring people talk about. I know! Eye-rollers and people turning away from the screen now: I'm in college and those kinds of things should matter to me. But they don't. And if Mistress wa...

Yep, Round Two! I am screaming inside, and a little outside, but quietly because I am in the hotel and I don't want to alarm the neighbors. Today, when we woke up, I was a little bratty. I'm tired and tense, but no excuses. Mistress has been her usual attentive self, and that was bothering me, too, because when I am bratting, sometimes I want her to be bratty back so I can feel justified. But she never does. She's all like "This is so sad that you feel this way" and "This must be very difficult for you." Bleck! Finally, I think she had had it. She turned off the TV and said, "I think we had better talk." My brilliant answer? "I don't want to talk!" And the eyebrow... "Pura, I did not ask you if you wanted to talk. I said we had better. And right now. Sit down." I narrowed my eyes at her, silently asking "Or else, what ?" and her eyebrow raised higher. That was the silent "I dare you to challen...

I deserved it. I mean, really deserved it. In fact, if Mistress had not volunteered to spank me, I would have asked. *SHAME* She can hardly even look in my direction today, but I think that's out of fear that I will be tempted toward more naughtiness, rather than upset over my previous punishment. Mistress is very good at letting it go once she's dealt with it. I am not so good, especially when I see how amused she is. This is how it happened... We had a late dinner and a movie with Mistress' brothers and sisters last night. Her oldest nieces and nephews were left in charge of the younger so the adults could go out and have a good time. This was the most relaxed Mistress has been since we got here. She was in her element: laughing and joking with the siblings she loves. We were all enjoying ourselves at dinner. And then her phone rang. Mistress was surprised, because besides me, the only people who really call her is her family. She laughingly pulled the phone out t...

This experience started here. All right, here's the conclusion. Bethany (my new roommate) and I were in an argument about the morality of slavery. She had just claimed she would like to be a slave... She said, "I would be a horrible slave owner. I can’t even keep myself on the straight and narrow, much less someone looking to me to make their decisions. I make terrible decisions. I decided to buy a car I couldn’t afford, and clothes I didn’t need, and I ended up practically on the streets. But I would be a great slave.” “If you became a real slave,” I sternly replied,“and were not just playing a role in someone’s kinky fantasy, he would have all the control. What if he hurt you? What if he told you to do degrading things or things you didn’t want to do? The only place I know of for sure that has slavery is Africa, and you would just be a sex-object there. Raped and constantly pregnant.” She clenched her fists on her knees. “I wouldn’t be a slave to someone who would...