mrs-strict:“You want to get that mouth slapped again?”Being Threatened I have this wei

mrs-strict:“You want to get that mouth slapped again?” Being Threatened I have this weird thing about being threatened – no, it doesn’t make me dig in my heels and resist – at least, not exactly…But when I’m threatened with punishment – even if it’s an ‘if you ever’ threat or ‘if you do’ threat… I feel like I’ve already earned it.  After all, I must’ve done something to make the threat necessary, right?Mrs. Fowler, on the other hand, likes to threaten – that doesn’t mean she wants to act on it, usually it just means she wants me to behave or comply or whatever.  And she knows that being on the receiving end of her threats turns me all gooey…So I’m kind of in a bind – I know she doesn’t want to… and I do want to be good… but I feel like I ought to be…In this case, this would be the third time I’d had my face slapped (total, not just today (thank God!)… the first time she threatened that I was hesitating (she’d say refusing) to serve her like I’d promised and she rightfully expected… that time I got off with a warning and complied really quickly, which is what she wanted. The second time she said it I got slapped, as I deserved.  The third threat was different – it was for being a total wise-ass at a really bad time, and it wasn’t an ‘if’ (I’d had two warnings that she was sick of my smart mouth, I just couldn’t seem to quit!).  Yes, I got slapped, hard, and that cured me, and seemed to settle it for her.This time… just a little slow, not like before, I’m getting better about doing what she wants when she wants it…So she looks at me, clearly p.o.’ed.. and says “You want to get that mouth slapped again?” The real answer was kinda ‘yes, I guess I deserve it’ but I knew if she wanted to she would… I mean, what she wants is for me to start pleasing her, right now…So I did, right away, with a few ‘I’m sorry, ma’am’s’… and she was happy with that (she’s strict when I need her to be but I don’t like her to have to be all the time just to get what she wants…)And I told myself that, sort of in exchange… I’d talk with her… and ask that, as for my smart mouth (a habit I’m really trying to break) that a warning would mean a slap… or, I guess, no warning (except that I kneel to be slapped, so I’d have to be told, anyway… I haven’t been slapped by surprise… at least not yet… I guess I should leave that up to her…)And not in public – someone would freak out… which would mean I’d have to wait and get one when we get home (and it hasn’t been just one, so far… but I really deserved them)…Geez, does this have to be so complicated? -- source link

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