Mistress

When I typed the word a little thrill went down my back, and I smiled a contented, happy smile. I love her ofcourse, and think of her all the time. What would Mistress think? What would Mistress do? Is she happy? Is she painting? Is she thinking of her good boy so far away?

Look at her. The girl next door.I love her beautifull red hair. Sweet, demure, lost in her palate.I remember this day well.We spent the whole day in my room. Mistress painted, and I served her. I played dj keeping a flow of music on my stereo. (Mistress had two or three, must have cds, that she paints by.) I played her some favorites from my collection. And we talked, talked talked, thuroughly enjoying each other's company. I emptied her brush water when it became too cloudy, replacing it with fresh. Kept her supplied with paint rags. I cooked, and served breakfast, snacks, and lunch. And I found lost things, in the ever-shifting chaos, that is Ms Betty painting. She gets so lost in the creative process, that everything else disapears as soon as she lays it down. "Where's my blue, Terry?" She wouldn't hurt a fly.
A day or so earlier it was a completely different story. We had the house to ourselves, and Mistress was in a very differen't mood. A mood to hurt her boy,again, and again. She spanked me in almost every room of the house. She was ready to play. I was in the laundry room..whap! whap! whap! In the pantry after snacks..Whap! whap! whap! I was stood up against the front door in the living room,pants lowered, and spanked. A bit later at the sink things intensified. After a brisk, hard spanking bent over the kitchen counter, mistress spun me around, grabbed my thing, and led me into the bathroom, doing the pants down shuffle. Oh god I felt submissive!
"your not really in trouble..go with me." She said, pulling me into the bathroom. "Now young man we will deal with that filthy mouth of yours." She then proceeded to wet a rag,soap it, and wash out my mouth good! All over my tongue, my inner cheeks, all over. Ooh! "Spit." she ordered. "And rinse out your mouth."
I did as I was told. I was in naughty boy heaven. I used to marvel at guys talking about being aroused by having their mouthes washed out with soap. Now,lost in the moment, living the fantasy, I understood. As I stood with my elbows on the sink, and my pants around my ankles, she reached across over my back,and took the heavy plastic bathbrush off it's hook. She proceeded to blister my bare bottom. God that thing hurt! And she was a machine. Fast hard spank followed fast hard spank, until I was on fire. Mistress loves to make me beg.
Finally, she hung the bathbrush back on the shower caddy. My legs, and bare bottom were hot, red, and sore. She ordered me back to my room, pants around my ankles, where her implement bag lay. it was time to play rough....

Chain Of Command

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."