Chaos is a ruling force in my life, and I like it that way. It's June and I've no idea where I'll go on holiday in August, plans are made and cancelled at the last minute - I like to go with the flow. Planning or preparing things too far in advance mentally causes me pain, not to mention that I've always done some of my most inspired work at 3am. Being a last minute lass isn't choice, it's a way of life.
Unfortunately the boy interest has said no; apparently 'suggesting' we change our plans at a few hours notice is a spanking offence. To quote 'you wouldn't have suggested if you didn't want to reschedule, which I don't mind but did it not occur to you that you would need to shop for dinner in order to cook it?" Erm well yes but it's not my fault I was busy all day for the previous three days...And I did cook a very yummy thai red prawn and sweet potato curry followed by butterscotch fondue...The day after I'd originally invited him round.
Thus after dinner I was taken to my bedroom and quickly upended for a none-too-gentle spanking to encourage me to stick to my plans. I protested quite vigorously at the unfairness of the situation - he had after all just replied to my initial text agreeing that tomorrow would be better - surely he had made the decision to reschedule and not me? This didn't go down too well and my hairbrush was employed to dissuade me - cue lots of wriggling until he literally pinned my head to the duvet (yum). I really hate being spanked with a hairbrush, particularly when applied viciously - my bottom was literally on fire so it didn't take long for me to promise to behave myself. Then I just lay there for a bit as he stroked my hair and back and I went all sleepy and heavy. It's very convenient having a kinky boyfriend sometimes :) (except when intending on sitting down much the following day...)