Forewarned is forearmed...

Tuesday 31st January 2012

...Or so they say.

So I have now been severely forewarned.

Sir is quite happy to get the paddle out or the cane or two tails.  I can take them quite easily he said.  But he considers that at some point there needs to be real proper consequences, something that will deter me, something that will encourage me to stick to the rules, follow his leadership and not disrespect him or disobey him.

I always thought there was.  So perhaps this little forewarning was just Sir processing his own thoughts and feelings. 

Needless to say the one implement I am in complete dread of is White Tail.  Our homemade fibre-glass rod.    There are no words to describe how it feels.  It simply hurts, and badly at that.   Regardless, I went to him later on in the day and agreed with him.  Because I am a spanko and like being spanked, there has to be a time when there is a spanking I don’t like.  This could be a great opportunity for him to consider alternative punishments, and maybe one day soon I will broach the subject with him.

So we set about our weekend, both of us thinking that I had been suitable forewarned.

Something obviously didn’t stick in my head!  (insert Homer Simpson voice here “doh”)

My attitude got me into trouble on Saturday and that night he took it out.  I pleaded with him not to use it.  He just got impatient asking me time and time again to bend over and get into position.  Even before I got the first stroke I was crying.  He was lenient though with white tails as he knows how it hurts so I got 3 strokes with it.  Now I know 3 strokes doesn't sound all that bad, but take my word for it, 3 hurt like I don’t know what.  It’s a nasty implement. 

Then on Sunday we had maintenance.  It was good.  Not as harsh as our first session last week, but still good.  Monday I was a perfect angel. 

But today…

…why is it my attitude cannot follow my actions.  I have no trouble in obeying (except when my memory lets me down and I forget something). It’s my attitude I need to work on.  I can get so defensive sometimes and then my brain takes over and I stop thinking, my hackles raise and before I know it all sorts of things can roll off my tongue.

It did it this morning.  On the telephone.  Well actually, he needed me to do something and I got the information for him.  He asked me to text it to him – and I didn’t I rang instead, but he was in the middle of a business conversation and thanked me and abruptly hung up.

I got so mad and text him how dare he hang up on me blah blah  I don’t appreciate it blah blah blah – you get the picture?

And so he tried to ring me back.  You all know my cell phone rule don’t you…I have to have it with me all the time to answer it.  Well, I had it with me, but I didn’t answer it.  Nope. The defiant bad girl angel on my shoulder wouldn’t let me.  Finally I began to have a few doubts.  I did ring him back and I got such a telling off on the phone.

So now I’m in trouble – again.  Tonight when I get home.  As well I should be.  I need to reign in my temper and attitude.  But I really don't want white tail to come out urggh!   

And plus, should I remind him about my exercise rule – it’s supposed to be on a Wednesday morning (which I’ve stuck too really really well) and on a weekend – this weekend I didn’t to it.  He doesn't seem to have noticed, I should really be honest and confess too.  Double Urggghhhh!