Sera Miles

I have a confession. Last week, I forgot to call Mistress Twilight on her birthday. Now, I have some good reasons. I had a terrible cold, and I was solo-parenting for the week–along with staying at least above water on my workload.

I didn’t realize I’d forgotten for three days. That’s kinda bad, huh?

Now what do I do? Tomorrow is a week since my transgression. Mistress Twilight and I have been chatting about going to Ojo Caliente (a spa on a natural hot spring) sometime in the next few months. Should I plan to head home duly punished? Should I proffer myself for such discipline?

Or should I plead and beg?

Both positions (ahem) are attractive in their own right. As a switch, speaking from my dominant side, I know that having a submissive confess and openly take punishment leaves me in the midst of flying-top-syndrome.  My submissive side knows it is right to confess and bend over.

But I have this brat self that likes to take control. She says that it’s silly to not at least try to avoid the impending doom of punishment. Even if I’ll likely lose and pay more, this brat self says, it will make for a much more exciting scene.

Oh my. How do I shut that girl inside me up?