mrs-strict:“Do you really think it’s wise for you to talk back to me?” Contradicti
mrs-strict:“Do you really think it’s wise for you to talk back to me?” Contradicting Her“I don’t think it’s really like that,” I said, kinda carelessly. Mrs. Romano had been complaining about something she saw on-line and had disagreed with.“Do you really think it’s wise for you to talk back to me?” she asked, rhetorically.“No, ma’am – of course not,” I swore. I started to drop to my knees, then asked, “Should I, um, get you something?” I’d already been undressing and hurried to finish faster. My short half-reply had just turned a casual session in bed into, potentially, discipline and service (and maybe even frustration, for me).“Choose something,” she replied, and I searched her face and tone for a hint of what she wanted, still wondering if I should be slapped (it was my mouth, after all, that caused this problem). Finding no clue, I turned, now nude, to ‘choose something’.My choice would have been the hairbrush – it hurts but it’s the most connected – but she often likes the strap (though I don’t - she uses it hard!). She’d also recently bought a ‘combination’ paddle – lovely warming leather on one side while the other has a central wood insert that feels like a hairbrush – so I got that out, added the dreaded strap and returned.I set them on the bed to the right of where she’d be sitting, faced her, and knelt, face tilted up, hands under thighs. “Would you, um, like anything first?” I offered, watching her look at my ‘choices’ – which, clearly, were no choice at all.“That won’t be necessary, Madison – but thank you,” she answered. The firm civility of her tone made me think I’d be spanked very, very hard – but maybe that was just in my head… -- source link
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