A lesson in book keeping?

It has been said of me.. that i am a brat!! duhhhhhhhh ya think !!??? sometimes it is a coping mechanism.. sometimes it is just a part of who i am... but through it all i like to think that i rarely if ever lose sight of who and what i am........
Over the past months/years that i have been writing this blog....... i have from time to time rattled one or two cages.. (so to speak) .. some with more enjoyment than others.. but nevertheless the "brat" does get into some hot water from time to time........

This past weekend i received an email from friend Buffalo. In it he wrote about my mouth writing cheques that my ass couldn't cash.. or something to that effect......... now please understand.. dear dear Buffalo has been sick ....... again........ and i was simply worrying about his health when i mentioned .. once or twice.. that a doctor might be needed to finally cure him... i also was trying to reassure myself (yup yup .. that is what i was doing .. trying to reassure myself) that it was a man thing........... you know what i mean !!! a man cold is always so much worse than anyone else's cold..."a Man Cold" is this much cold (picture finger and thumb measuring out about an inch) with a whole lot of whining..........Buffalo's wife did her best to warn me.. too late .. the deed was done.. the words written the email sent........

Now i was being bratty..... but again.. it really truly was an honest effort to cheer up Buffalo to make him smile through the feverish pain.... (ok ok i might have gone over board with the comment about men having a natural handicap and add fever to it .. blah blah blah .. etc etc..) Anyway.......... Sir decided that as Buffalo was wayyyyyyyyy out west .. and Sir was right here...... and that this lil subbie had "written one too many cheques with her mouth" that it was more than time for my ass to cash them in........ or some thing like that........

And so...... downstairs Sir and i went...... handcuffs put on.. and i so sweetly .. so innocently lifted my wrist to the clip in the ceiling when Sir pointed out that i wasn't going there this time...... i looked puzzled.. until He clipped my hands behind my back... oh god i hate that position.. wrists clipped together.. rope strung through the loops and arms hoisted backwards .. upwards .. to the clips in the ceiling!!! When Sir had finished.. He was picking up some toys around the room that He planned to use...... and i was experimenting with how much play there was in the ropes......... (wow big SURPRISE!! - there was a whole lot of play and i could actually stand up straight and dance away from Sir) no way Sir was going to give me that much "wiggle room" the knots were untied.. and the ropes fed between my legs - up close and personal against my private pink bits .. wound round my neck back between my legs and tied off to my wrists mid back......... no wiggle room now.. not unless i wanted to hang myself.......... the stomach went flip flop..


"let the games begin!!"
and begin they did........... each of the following toys was used till i was sure there were HUGE red welts all over my ass...... it burned ...it hurt ...it was awful!!! and felt so very very good !!!

the final outcome was a number of nice welts that the picture really doesn't do justice to...... muscles that scream at every move i make today from the smallest (like hitting the keyboard) to bigger moves like making coffee..........



now the question is...... did the brat learn a lesson in book keeping?? only time will tell ......only time will tell (wicked grin)

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oh and before i totally forget don't let anyone say Sir and i are NOT patriotic.. This weekend is Canada Day here in the Great White North......... and we celebrated with flags waving (sort of).............


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oh and one last thing.. today is July 1st....... so Part 3 of the House slave has been posted on The Fictional Journey.........