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I'm in a pissy mood. I should be sleeping, but I'm not, despite my exhaustion. Irksome. Nothing to be done for it.
Fancy party last night. Wore a baby blue jersey sheet for a toga. Was offered a whipping, singletail, and took it graciously. Well... by graciously, I mean I may have screamed my way through it, but that didn't mean I wanted him to STOP. I have welts on my ass, all the way across it, lashing around my right hip. There are little blossoms where the tail kissed on my thigh and belly, red and painful and lovely. My only complaint is the welting on my upper back. It's not uncomfortable, just, hmm, badly placed. Careful wardrobe selection for a few weeks, perhaps. There was another great scene afterwards while I serviced for my reward, but it was broken when the host came by asking if anyone needed cupcakes and I couldn't shut my mouth before telling him loudly to fuck off for interrupting. My cheek is still sore from being pinched. Scene, ruined. Alas.
It's a bit strange, I suppose, that after a few weeks of being manhandled but not bruised I would start to feel rebellious and bratty the day after I get some hard play in. What are you up to, brainstew? Tsk tsk. Maybe it's time we had a little talk about protocol.