We had disagreed the night before. Never a wise thing for me to do. And when the phone had clicked dead in my ear, I knew I had taken it too far. I expected to be ignored soundly for a day or two for my cheek. Work, fatigue, life had woven it's way into the distance between us. I hadn't been touched by Mistress in play, or discipline, in some time. I returned to my book for an hour or two, and went to bed.
As soon as I heard her voice on the phone I knew I was in trouble. No goodmorning, no hello.
"Good your awake." she said crisply. "Are the folks still in bed?" I meekly mumbled that they were, expecting to hear her tell me to shut my door, or get an implement from my bag. I got another surprise. "Go cut me a switch." A thrill of fear went thru me as I hurried to obey. Her tone brooked no nonsense. I thew my clothes on, and leaving my morning coffee steaming on my desk, scurried out into the cool of the morning.
I reported back with a long supple switch a good two feet long, and was grilled about the time I was taking. What was I doing? Was I stalling? Ooh. I knew Iwas fixing to get it. I explained that I hadn't been dressed when she called. "I see." She said. "Well now you can get undressed again." I was stripped completely naked, and told to "get my little bottom on that bed." The switch began it's work. Fire rained down on me. she wore me out in increments of fifty on each cheek. I began to whimper.
After what seemed an age she left my burning backside, and began working over the backs of my thighs. OH GOD!! That was worse! The switch burned lines of fire down my legs. I began using the word please. It was ignored. I began to cry. Mistress alternated thighs, again in groups of fifty. " OH GOD!" I cried. 'Please?" I began to lose track of time. Lost in a rythum of pain.
And then she was talking to me. Asking me questions. I sobbed, and tryed to keep my answers down to yes, or no ma'am. That never works. Mistress has specific answers she expects to hear. I got one wrong, and found myself on the wrong end of the switch again. Fifty more on my flaming tail..then fifty more.. "OH GOD!" I wailed. "Don't you oh god me!" she answered,
moving back to my legs. I finally just broke down sobbed. And that was what Mistress had been waiting for. She continued a bit to make her point, and then it was over.
"Do you argue with me?" "Do you give me attitude?" I got all the questions right this time. Order had been restored.
Thank you Ma'am
from your happy, sore, very submissive Bunny
