Her Dom’s An Asshole (And So Are We All)
Miss Margo writes about her dom, the asshole, the belt spanking she almost got, and how she ended up kneeling on rice but outsmarted him on the whole going-to-bed-without-any-supper business:
I was supposed to go to hypnotherapy that day and I was a little angry about it.
…
“Frankly, I feel like a lot of what you’re asking me to do is drudge up bad memories I’ve forgotten about so that you can use them to manipulate me,” I said. “I think maybe I need a little time off. This is getting intense.”
“You can’t take time off until you’re an expert with it, like any other skill. You’ll lose momentum.”
“I don’t want to go today.”
He lowered his newspaper to look at me.
“You don’t pay for it. This is an investment that I make in you. Go stand in the corner and ruminate on your ungrateful attitude.”
Well, this is a new one, I thought to myself.
“I don’t want to go stand in the corner, either.”
“Fine. Go kneel in the corner and stay there for a while. You may use a cushion.”
“Collector, I’m not going to the corner! It’s humiliating!”
“Of course it is. That is the point,” he said, from behind his paper.
“You are a fucking asshole,” I whispered (and, for the record, he often is, by any objective standard. Doms often are. What can I say? That’s just the way the cookie crumbles in my life).
That finally got his attention. The New York Times was lowered again.
“Are you sure?”
“That’s the way you’re acting when I have a perfectly legitimate complaint, yes!” However, I was already starting to get nervous.
“I guess I need to prove it, then.” He folded the paper, put it down, and started to get up. “And I have not even finished my morning coffee.”
Uh-oh, I thought, as he started to nonchalantly remove his belt. In the right circumstances I find this simple masculine gesture very arousing, but this was not the right circumstance.
“Go bend over the table or your bed and don’t struggle. It affects my aim.
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“Don’t hit me with that! I’m not ready!”
“Fine, go get ready for your hypnotherapy appointment like a good girl and you can stand in the corner while I eat dinner tonight so I can enjoy the view. You are lucky I don’t do it now and get out the rice.”
And that, my friends, is exactly the way it went down.
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