...and the good behaviour streak comes to an end...

...with a crash and a wallop (and a spanking and a thrashing and a caning and a paddling)

My good behaviour streak came to a crashing and painful halt on Friday evening I am afraid to report.
 
I don’t know what happened.  I think it's me (well, yes, of course it's me) If I behave myself for too long a period of time then I go a bit crazy, I get a bit daring, I get a bit stir crazy or a bit stupid, I just get reckless. 

It seems like the pressure builds in me

 and I just burst...like bubbles....

and then fireworks happen, only, not the nice fireworks but the boom bang of a nasty explosion...
 

And we all know the consequences of those don’t we?  One (or lots of ) these - a sore bottom - for many days in a row.

 

Friday night it started.  I got cheeky.  A major cheeky with attitude and Sir really does not tolerate attitude well.  He can tolerate a little bit of cheek...but attitude, not so much.  I ended up across his knee for 45 minutes.  No word of a lie.  45 minutes people.  Granted he didn’t spank me for the whole 45 minute period (

oh his poor hand - she says quietly sarcastically).  He would spank and then stop...but wouldn’t let me up...spank again harder, stop again, lecture, spank stop.  Sir decided that I could have a "time out" across his lap.  Never knowing when he would start again. 

Saturday morning.  Did I learn my lesson?  Don’t ask silly questions, of course I didn't.  I took umbrage at something he told me to do.  He decided that as we were alone this weekend, he would bring some implements down from the bedroom and have them within handy reach.  He grabbed the riding crop and two tails (that green plastic home made horrible thing I've told you about).  I was made to bend over the kitchen counter, pants pulled down and ...

whack   whack   whack   whack   whack
My behaviour did improve for the rest of the day I have to admit.

But then Sunday came.  I received another over the knee spanking just as a warning to behave and then it was time to collect Little Miss from thorn.

Oh dear.  

 

Sometimes I just think my ears are broken.

I was told to get back into the car when Thorn turned up at the meeting point.

Did I listen?

Well, yes I listened, of course I did, I clearly heard him say "OK get in the car now please".

Did I obey?

Well, no of course not.  I sat there.  Not saying or doing anything but still I disobeyed.  But in my defence, what could I do, Little Miss came running over to me wanting to show me her stuff and tell me what she had done that weekend.  (Thorn was not happy but didn’t say anything hehehehe)

We headed home.  Nothing was said about it.  All was good between us in the car going home, general happy conversation.

I thought I was in the clear.

I thought it was plain sailing.

Until we got home; oh yes plain sailing alright, straight up the stairs, bent over the desk and walloped hard with two tails, basically for not doing as I was told.  I had a ten minute time out over the desk afterwards then I was allowed to come back downstairs.

And then later that night...

Good. Old. Fashioned. Maintenance. 

Each wallop soundly given (and soundly taken as well I might add).  I stayed put and took it as best I could.  Surely I can get a little bit of credit for that?  Yes????  pwetty please with a cherry on the top?  And then it’s back to square one starting with a clean slate for Monday morning ....

Ha!  That didn’t work out at all for me either.  Well, Monday went well.  But that’s as far as I got with a clean slate.

Tuesday night I was bent over the desk and given the belt for the first time ever because I argued with Sir and he doesn’t allow arguing back to him, plus I didn’t do all of my chores on Tuesday morning (damn sometimes I just run out of time).  And then this morning, I left a wet towel on the bed (I swear it wasn’t deliberate) Sir really will not let this rule slide.  So once again I found myself bent over the desk in the bedroom and this time he gave me a thrashing with two tails.  I went to work with a very VERY sore behind this morning.

I need to pull myself together and just behave.  How hard can that actually be?  Does anyone else feel that sometimes no matter how hard we try our HOH will find something to pull us up on.

Oh well, another day tomorrow.  Wish me luck.