I don't believe in bratting. Never have. I personaly think it is disrespectfull. It is my submission to Mistress that brings me my bliss. How could I bait her for attension, or abuse, and truley call myself submitted? It doesn't work for me.
Early on in our relationship we established who was the cat, and who was the mouse (bunny?) in the game we play. When I finally totally surrendered to her authority ,the friction between us vannished. She was resolute. She would have nothing else.
And that is the way it still is between us to this day. When I forget my place punnishment is swift, and memorable. For minor breaches I might find myself getting a hot lengthly paddling. Worse case scenario finds me naked,kneeling, in the corner on the sharp little nubs of my punnishment matt..My bottom & thighs hot, and striped red. Order resumed.
That isn't to say we don't have our ways of comunicating my desire for play. From the begining Mistress has told me that if I wanted, or needed a spanking, to just ask her. And we've established a couple of "safe" ways for me to get playfull corporal attension without taunting, or trying to make her irritated enough to spank me.
It was established on her 360 page months ago that bad puns, or jokes would be grounds for spankings. Mistress would "applaud" my efforts with the ping pong paddle. The sound of one hand clapping as it were. So occasionally a comedey blog of cheesey jokes appears on 360, resulting in a "rabbit roasting." Hmmmnn. It's been a pretty good while since the last one too.
Being the little scamp that I am, I sometimes sing that commercial.."their ain't no bugs on me" using my own words. There ain't no rods on meeeeee their ain't no rods on meeeeeee
there might be rods on some of you sods...but there ain't no rods on meeeeeee!!!
(a reference to "the rod" a painfull plastic switch I have in my toybag) Sometimes this would get me a switching, sometimes a..."Carefull Little Bunny!" from Mistress. OOh. I love a scolding from Mistress, when I'm not in trouble. It was decided last week though that my singing that song would bring out the rod every time. Mistress decided that that way I could have another "safe" way to ask for play. remembering ofcourse that Mistress plays rough.
I was feeling friskey the other night, and actually sang it a second time.EEP! Mistress set me on fire with that rod. I waas through singing for the night. Striped red hot, and feeling so submissive! I slept with her hairbrush clutched in my hand. My hand next to my heart.
We were discussing this game of "cat, and Mouse" we play last night. The fact that the only way to win the game is to be the cat.
"Who always wins the game?" she asked me playfully?"
As David Crosby said.."Choice is your souls moment for it's light to shine." Feeling very scampish, and in my "little" voice I answered.."DA Bunny!!!"
The answer was electric. "GET that rod!" Gone was the playfull tone. "Ma'am?" I asked nervously. "Fetch!" "Now."
I quickly found myself bare, and striped red. 25 hard strokes on the backs of my thighs. Fifty on my sitspots just as hard. Leaving me whimpering.
"Now" She said. "Who always wins little bunny mine?" The playfull tone was back. Order re established.
In a very small voice I answered her.
"You always win Mistress."
