It is Monday night. I left the house at 7:20 am and returned at 7:40 pm. I know some people live like that all the time but I can’t do it.
Well, I can’t do it on very little sleep.
It might be that I was sent to bed last night on time. It may be that instead of leaving my phone downstairs I brought it to bed with me and checked my emails at hourly intervals.
You might ask why I checked my emails. I would have to explain there is no good reason- I just did.
And now I am very tired.
This is what I want.
I want Dexter to show up out of the blue. I want him to glare at me because I have not done as I was told and to tell me to get in the bath. I would do so and not even argue or ask him to come and chat to me while I splashed about.
I would ponder what he would do. I think that maybe he will just give me a cuddle and take my phone away for the night. I would convince myself of this as I put my pyjamas on.
Despite my self belief I would tread softly as I left the bathroom, looking longingly down the corridor to the study where he would be. I would want, very much to go and find him and sit on his lap but the bravery would have left me alone for a bit so I would creep into the bedroom.
There he would be. Sitting on the bed, he would wait for me. I would stop still my door, a little shy, a little wanting to go to him.
“Come here,” he would say, no smile. I would go, tiny steps with curled toes. I see the hairbrush in his hand and stop, thinking of the door and the stairs and the outside world.
We both watch each other for a few moments.
I complete my journey and settle down across his lap. My pyjamas are loose and he takes then down with little trouble.
I don’t say anything. I am too tired and too convinced of my own accountability to argue.
I listen instead, no interuptions, a new experience for us both.
“You have been a naughty girl.” Five, hard, neat spanks cover my cheeks, I grab the covers and squeeze my eyes closed.
“You were told exactly what to do and you deliberately disobeyed me.”
Another five spanks, hard wood on soft bottom, spreading heat, so sore that I say sorry without meaning to speak.
“You took your phone upstairs when you should not.”
Five more, the heat is intense and I kick hard against the bed, short little kicks but it is all I can do to protest against the pain.
“You checked your phone despite me telling you that you may not.”
Six this time. I say sorry again and again and I mean it. I use his name and reach back to hold onto him.
“Now it is time for naughty, little girls to go to bed,” he punctuates each word with a hard, wooden spank so painful that I start to cry and don’t have the will to argue about the instruction or his choice of words.
When he lets me crawl off his knee I leave my pyjamas behind, my red, swollen bum a sorry message behind me.
He kisses me gently and turns off the light.
I sleep.
*Sigh* I understand. I have the same problem. I can’t tear myself away from my laptop or iPad to go to sleep. I was like this
at work today.
Poppy, good morning.
and warm 
Dreams that I hope will come true for you one day.
Beautifully written dear girl.
Paul.
Forgot to tick the box.
So we can guage how that is working out for you, can I ask how is your bottom at the moment? Sore at all?
DJ
Oh dear, I’m another with the same problem. I obediently log off the laptop or Ipad at the correct time but then, instead of going to bed, check and write e-mails on my phone, read or do unimportant tasks. Not only am I grouchy the next day but I am always, always caught out.
Mindy, you see, it is not our fault. We are wronged. We need a very gentle big strong man to remove the lap top/ipad/iphone from our little paws to help us sleep.
Paul, thank you and I hope they will too.
(what box? There is no box any more to say how te post made you feel as it kept causing SNAFUs elsewhere.)
DJ, my bottom is super fine, thank you for asking. Not sore at all.
dd, exactly. We should have some form of support group. Or mornings off work to recover.
Maybe Paul is referring to the check box for getting notifications about follow-up comments.
I start to wonder whether Dexter is following this blog.
Crying yourself to sleep? Aww…I hope you at least got a cuddle with the kiss. Since it *is* a fantasy, after all.
Hmm, Poppy, maybe the support group has merit, but how do we back each other up? If a Top, in person or in text, doesn’t get the point across, all we can do is add advice as to how to avoid the inevitable fallout!
I do that ALL the time. I get to bed when I should but then can be up on my phone for hours longer. I don’t know if a good spanking would stop me, but I guess I can’t know until someone tries.
I happen to think we are grown women and can judge for ourselves exactly how much sleep we need and when we need it. So what if we push ourselves past the point of endurance and that makes us irritible and hard to get a long with and stroppy and all those other things. It is so worth it and the people around us just need to be understanding and supportive.
A doulbe shot espresso and that fixes us right up good as new.
And we do all this becase we really, really can’t stand to miss anything.
I see nothing wrong with that.
Good morning,
is there a least an amusing irony in me taking my phone to bed last night? I am very tired this morning. I won’t be doing the same tonight- so Dexter will not spank me because I will have learned my lesson.
Mindy, you solved the mystery. Your brain is bigger than mine. You probably had more sleep too.
Mr J, he peeks at it from time to time. I do not understand your point
All he would learn is what a lovely, innocent girl I am.
Ana, that is kind of my fantasy. Is that odd? Now that you mention it is odd, maybe he would sneak in and give me a cuddle just as I was dropping off.
dd, I am working on it. Expect Phase one on Friday.
Lea, they really should try. Never give up and never surrender- isn’t that the Top motto?
Cindy, you are totally right you know. This bit of fluff is just a imagining as if that were not the case. You would have thought even Tops could figure that out. But I do not think they can- bless their little cotton socks.
I am not too keen on the support group. When do we contact the group? after we were caught and spanked? that would make us stay up longer, get caught, get spanked, call the support group, get caught…… see where I am going? My poor bottom wouldn’t be able to support all the support.
Poppy, I think if Dexter peeks in from time to time he would see you are no different from the rest of us (meaning very good) and that he is terribly confused.
I’ll post a comment as soon as I find my little cotton socks…
Kaki, fret not about the support group- you have been co-opted and your name leads all the rest. I will start helping you on Friday.
Dexter is already confused. Poor lamb.
Sweetsong, they are with your little cotton vest. xx
Poppy, looking forward to Friday! Perhaps your advice to the support group could include the warning that copying your Top in on e-mails made on your phone after you are supposed to be off-line is not advised and texting him a loving goodnight when he is not with you should be done before bedtime. Just saying!
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You got Chrossed again, Poppy! Congrats!
