Hello lovelies, are you all behaving? Uh…never mind! LOL!
Okay,this post will be quite different from the usual as it involves a really strange and bizarre incident. As you all know, I am married to the beautiful Breanna Hayse…smart, funny and usually as close to a perfect sub as I have ever encountered. However, a few days ago she kind of lost her mind.
Let me give you some background:
First, we are a D/s couple 24/7. Bree has boundaries that she knows not to cross and 99.9% of the time she respects them. Now, Bree got sick. I mean really sick; throwing up, migraines, aches, sore throat, the whole deal. I was doing my best to take care of her, but she always says “oh, I am fine and can take care of myself.” Sure, I can relate since I am much the same way, BUT the difference is whereas I can care for myself, she cannot! She stubbornly refuses to admit when she is sick. In fact, she reminds me of the knight in the old Monty Python movie who gets his arm cut off in battle and continues to fight stating “ Its just a flesh wound!” Get the picture? Beyond stubborn!
Fast forward to day two. Bree is still sick but decides she wants to go to the beach. I, of course, said no. I mean; someone had to be the voice of sanity after all. Bree does not like being told no. However, being the good, obedient sub that she usually is (since she could tell I was serious) she went to pout in the bedroom and work on a book. Since I always leave her alone to write, I went into my studio to practice my guitar. I checked in on her an hour later. She was not in the bedroom. I called for her, thinking she was in another part of the house. No answer. Hmmm, it was sunny out, so maybe she decided to go outside on the deck to write.
Not only was Miss Bree gone, but so was her car!
This was unbelievable, in the 12 years we have been together; she has never just gone somewhere without telling me. More so, I could not believe she would openly defy me! Seriously, this is the stuff I expect from my other girls, but not my Bree. I started to call her cell with the intent to tell her to get back home immediately when I saw something out of the corner of my eye.
Dom’s honor, this is true. Breanna Hayse had climbed half way up a large tree on our property! I marched right over to her and asked what in the world she thought she was doing, especially since she was sick and worse, climbing this big oak tree which, if she fell, could break her blessed neck! Her answer?
She hid her face and pretended that she had morphed into a chameleon and could not be seen.
I was not happy. The border collies, of course, were making a racket, so I took them into the house. As soon as I was out of sight, she climbed down and then tried to hide in a little raised fort we have on our property’s playground. You can imagine my annoyance by this time.
I ordered her to come down.
She said ‘NO!’
I told her to come down or I would get her down.
She said ‘NO!’ again.
Okay, annoyed times ten and growing. I even said “please” and informed her that I did not want to tweak by dragging her out of there. Would you believe?
She said, “NO!” to me a THIRD time.
Next thing you know, I was dragging her sorry little butt out (listening to her whine for scraping her knee) and marched her by the ear to the house. That bratty bare bottom was put right into the corner with instructions to stay put until she was ready to apologize.
Bree hates the corner.
Now, for all of you that are rolling on the floor in laughter (and cheering her on, thank you Piper), let me say that this was not amusing. Remember, she was sick and the possibility of falling out of the tree and getting seriously hurt was very real.
Does it stop there? While she is in the corner, she starts being sassy with me!
That was it. That bratty bottom was OTK in a matter of seconds for a nice, hard spanking, but…and I want you all to get, she only got THREE spanks! THREE!!!!!! By her reaction, you would think she was trying out for the victim in the Saw movies. I got the whole gamut—tears, hyperventilating (she was stuffed up and couldn’t breathe anyway) and shaking. Stop laughing, Piper. I know exactly who taught her these moves!
I finally got her to answer why she was so angry with me. Do you know what she said?
Get this…“Your spanking HURT!”
Spankings are SUPPOSED to hurt! And all this fuss after only THREE spanks that she deserved for acting like a child. But this is hardly the end of your favorite author’s fate, my lovelies…
Since she made me worry on purpose by hiding her car and leading me to believe that she left, she will endure a real punishment session in this coming week. Thanks to the generosity of my girls and several fans with Caniac gift certificates, Bree bought a bunch of new implements. Implements that she had planned to use on my other little hellion, might I add, they are all quite severe in nature. Can you guess who gets to try every one of them out?
Don’t worry; she will post about the experience once it is completed.
So, is there a lesson here as with all my posts? YES!
If you want attention and are jonesing for a hand spanking, do not go overboard. Once you cross over into disrespecting boundaries and proceed to do something insane (like blatant defiance and disobedience), you will earn much more than the red, warm bottom you want. Much, much more.
Be good or else!
Sir John
