The other night I was planning to hang out with my friend S. There had been a mention about going out to dinner somewhere. He told me that he was going to spank me until I decided where I’d like to get dinner. I didn’t think he was being serious. Where do you think this story is going?
I’m the first to admit that I can be quite indecisive. This trait can really annoy some people. I don’t know that it’s even about not being able to decide something, it’s just that I’m very neutral and okay with doing what the other person wants to do. Lea= doormat. You could put it that way too, I suppose.
Have you ever read the book The Color Code by Taylor Hartman? It’s one of those personality test type things. Some think it’s crappy pop psychology, but I found it to be kind of interesting. I’m a “white” personality across the board. Categorized as the peace-keepers. They are kind, considerate, patient, accepting, and good at constructing thoughts. They also don’t express conflict or commonly share what they’re feeling, may be unwilling to set goals, and can be very self-deprecating. Ha. Me? Never!
On my recent trip back to NYC, I was at the grocery store with two of my friends. R was asking me if I wanted a, b, or c out of some things she was picking out. As I stood there still thinking, A shook his head and said “Don’t ask her or we’ll be here all night,” and laughed. But it was so true. Lol. I really didn’t care, I was fine with whatever they wanted to get.
Fast forward back to the other night. S came over and indeed followed through on what he’d said earlier. Shortly after arriving and setting his stuff down, I was soon pushed up against the hallway closet door. He unfastened my jeans and pulled them down and briskly spanked me with his hand. “Do you know where you want to go yet?” he asked. Of course I didn’t! Why do tops think I could answer a question better when I’m under duress that I couldn’t answer it in the first place?
He pulled my panties down and told me not to move. He went in the other room to retrieve his leather strap and 3 strand delrin cane from his bag. Thanks a lot, Cane-iac! He returned and proceeded to spank me with the leather strap. That one makes a LOT of noise. No wonder my neighbors don’t make eye contact with me…
I was already squirming, but had I decided yet? No. “And this isn’t helping!” I told him. He switched to the delrin cane and continued to redden my bottom. My oww’s and aah’s weren’t slowing him down. “Fine!” I named a restaurant. He agreed that it sounded fine so after putting myself back together, we continued on our way to dinner.
The moral of this story is that top logic is, and always will be, ridiculous. It doesn’t work. Yes, I made the decision, but not because he spanked it out of me. I’m a nice person and mindful of other people’s schedules. I simply didn’t want the whole night to pass by and both of us to starve. I’m very courteous. Yes, that is why. Be quiet.