My recent “brattitude” has been the source of many uncomfortable conversations this week. I'm dangerously close to losing the privilege of speech altogether and have dire need to demonstrate a radical and speedy improvement. One improper tone or inappropriate word and I will learn just how golden silence is.
When I arrive home tonight my punishment period will begin. I'll have only precious minutes before Ma'am arrives to dress in my required uniform and meet her at the door with the items she has proscribed. I will then attend to her every need until she is rested and ready to administer a lesson that I have proven necessary. Ma'am has promised me that it will be a very long night...and one I won't soon forget.
I don't yet have all the details of my further punishment but know I will spend almost every moment of the weekend collared and in service. I may only leave the house on those errands that Ma'am dictates or in matters that pertain to my job.
I'm a little overwhelmed, and feeling somewhat as if I've bitten off more than I can chew, by the force of Ma'am's response to my pushing... it feels almost as if I've opened Pandora's box again..
Is this what I was seeking?
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