Mistress Twilight posted a story about how she ended up switching my poor behind here on her blog. I decided to tell you the real story here.
Look! I have an ANT ON ME! NO MORE OUTDOOR SPANKINGS, MISTRESS TWILIGHT!
I find driving to Mistress Twilight’s home very scary. Not only do I have to drive up and up mountains, I have to spend several miles taking my little vehicle down dirt roads. I got lost, because unmarked roads, dusty and dirty trucks, animals crossing, and NO ONE OR ANYTHING FOR MILES scares this city girl.
When I finally arrived, I unloaded my toy bag first, ready for the spanking I knew I was due. I’d been late turning in my summary sheet at PEP 3 times in the last month. I figured I’d get at least three heavy cane strokes for this, with a good warm-up. But, Twilight suggested I just relax and enjoy the scenery.
The scenery. Like I hadn’t enjoyed it during the FOUR HOUR DRIVE I’d taken through VIRTUALLY NOTHING. I tried to be nice, I really did. I sipped wine. I attempted conversation. But, Twilight only wanted to talk about the sunset or the mountains or the frickin’ dirt that Mother Nature gives us.
Boring.
What did she expect?
I certainly didn’t expect to be charged with cutting a switch. With a Swiss Army knife, at that. I didn’t even know how to open the stupid thing. But, I was a trooper. I took off my robe, swung my ass back and forth as I walked down the rocky and dirty hill (and got dirt in between my toes, I might add), and made sure my breasts bounced the whole way back up.
I handed Mistress Twilight the switch, and she laughed.
“This is a twig,” she said.
I widened my eyes and held up my hands in confusion. “I don’t know how to cut a switch, Ma’am,” I said. “Maybe you’ll have to cut it yourself.”
Mistress grabbed the knife from me–and for a second I worried she might cut me! But she tossed it on the side table where it clanked againgst my wine glass. She pointed to her thighs.
She wasn’t so into the sunset now. In fact, I knew the only thing more attractive to her than the sun setting would be setting my bottom on fire.
Mistress spanked me fast and hard, harder, I admit, than I expected. I suspect she truly was irritated with me. But how could I resist? I mean really, would you pick watching the FUCKING SUNSET over earning an over the knee spanking any night?
All is not well that ended well, however, at least not for my rear end. After Mistress warmed me up, she had me bring her my toy bag.
And take out the hairbrush.
Now, if you’ve ever been spanked by Mistress Twilight, you might know that with a hairbrush in her hand, she goes hard. And loses track of time. And seems intent on spanking you until you’re begging her to stop.
I begged. “Please, please Ma’am,” I finally gasped. “Don’t I still have a switching coming?”
Then I heard Mistress gasp. A-ha! She’d forgotten about it and had tanned my behind past the point of being able to switch me the next day.
I know what you’re thinking: you’re thinking, “Or so you thought, naughty Sera.”
Mistress Twilight does not punish an already punished behind. I was spanked that night for my bratty behavior. My bottom was red and blue, and quite sore all the next day. And the day after.
Mistress Twilight insisted I stay a third day.
To be continued ….
