“Slave”
“Yes Mistress”, I replied from my position curled around my Goddess’ feet.
“Fetch my hairbrush.”
I wondered what I had done this time to deserve punishment. I knew better than to waste time by asking though and crawled rapidly out of the living room to my Goddess’s bedroom to fetch the brush. Once I was out of sight I stood up and walked rapidly into the bedroom. Taking the punishment brush down from its hook I hurried back towards the living room. Once I got close to the door I placed the loop between my teeth and crawled back to my Goddess.
She took the brush from me and said: “What’s this slave, do you feel that you deserve punishment?”
But Mistress”, I replied, “You ordered me to fetch the brush.”
No slave, I ordered you to fetch /my/ brush. I thought you knew the difference by now.
“Sorry Mistress, I assumed …”
“Really! You ‘assumed’ did you? You know what happens when you assume, don’t you slave?”
“Yes Mistress, I make an ass out of u and me.”
“Indeed, and I don’t like it when someone tries to make an ass out of me. Now tell me, what have you done, or not done, that you think you need punishing for?”
I thought for a while. I’d completed all the days tasks to my Mistress’s satisfaction — if I hadn’t, I wouldn’t have been allowed the privelege of curling up at her feet. Thinking further back, there were no recent misdemeanours which I hadn’t already been punished for.
“I can’t think of anything Mistress.” I said hesitantly.
“So, why did you assume that you were about to be punished?”
“I can only think it was because I was so comfortable at your feet that I was only half awake when you ordered me to fetch your brush.”
“Well now, I’ll have to see if I can’t wake you up. Get across my knee.”
I knew better than to argue. Once I was securely across my Mistress’ lap she began the usual ritual:
“Now then slave, why are you here?”
“For misinterpreting an order from you Mistress.”
“Yes, and what else?”
“For making an ass of you by assuming, Mistress.”
“Well done. Now, what do you feel would be a suitable punishment for those misdemeanours?”
This was the tricky bit. If I guessed too low then I’d get ten times the number of strokes I suggested. If I guessed too high then I’d get the number I suggested. This meant, of course, that I had a tendency to guess high. The fact that I was told the correct number after I guessed didn’t help because the figure varied.
Originally posted 2009-09-05 12:48:08. Republished by Blog Post Promoter
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