Ow! She..Ow! Loves..Ow! Ow! Me..OWW!

I won't say what it was for personal reasons, but I did something the other night, that had potentially fatal consequences. An accident, a very stupid lapse of saftey, with a dangerous possesion.I had told a mutual friend of ours (Hi Jon!)during a phone conversation, and he joked that if he told Ms Betty that she would whip me good. Knowing he was right I begged him not to. He laughingly assured me that my secret was safe with him. So what did I do? I told on my self.
Oh I passed it off as a joke on myself. I told myself she would just share in the humor of it all. But I think I knew all along what her reaction would be. What I wanted it to be. What I needed it to be. I had done something stupid, and dangerous. Scared myself. And I needed to be punnished, so I wouldn't forget, and just laugh it off. I needed to remember this.
The effect on our conversation was immediate. Gone was the playfull banter. Her voice hardened, focused. I was in trouble. She wasn't mad, her lecture wasn't harsh, and there was none of the scorn that signals that I've let her down. This was differen't. And then she said it. "How do think I'd feel if I lost my Bunny?" I had scared her! Even through the disapointment, and frustration with me, I could hear it in her voice.
A mix of emotions played for my attension. Fear. Affection. Shame.Happiness. Mistress loves me...
"Get that door closed, and get your pants off." Fear won. "Get out your candy strap." Yep definitely fear. I was about to get my wish. I wouldn't forget this. No long lecture, no warm up. Mistress began laying that strap to my bare bottom hard. I began to vocalize from the first searing stripe. When she had set me ablaze there she moved down to the backs of my thighs. Begging, and crying began. God she was whipping me! I wiggled. I howled. I pleaded. Mistress whipped.
"now get that ping pong paddle" She said. And then the lecture began. Her voice had that focused lazer edge, that says "You will not forget this messege" She set me on fire with that paddle. Baking in the welts, as I cried, and pleaded. With my legs, and bottom striped,and crimson, I was told to turn off my computer. I was going to bed..now.
"I want you to remember this young man"
And I will ma'am. I promise.