I hate writing these
entries. I really do.
Last week I was
spanked for not doing housework. Again. This is the only thing I seem to get
spanked for. Never mind that visitors often remark how clean and lovely the
place is (and I’ll say it again – it’s a huge bloody house!); it’s never clean
enough for his Lordship.
I’ve become Colette.
Well, last week he told me to write about the punishment here. (Don’t bother scrolling back; I didn’t do it.) So today he called me into the bedroom and asked me how much cleaning I’d done in the past week. I said I’d dusted a couple of things and vacuumed the porch, forgetting to mention that I’d also scrubbed the bathtub, toilet and sink on one floor. He also asked if I’d posted about it here. I could see where this was going, so I didn’t argue.
Over his knee for a nasty dose of the hairbrush. Then a hard hand spanking and another exhortation to write a post for the Punishment Book. Afterwards I felt very petulant and a little resentful, but he held me and comforted me, as he always does.
I ought to be studying my Latin, not chasing after cobwebs with the duster. But I suppose he’d say I’m getting above myself and that’s probably a punishable offence too. **sigh**