I'm a procrastinator. Often I say things like "Deadlines are good for me" and, "I work well under pressure," and both of those are true. It's also true that I procrastinate--an awful lot.
So it's no real surprise that I needed help getting this one last paper done. (Yes, I'm finished with my degree, but this is something else. Don't ask.) And M tried to be helpful by setting a deadline of August 31st, which you'll notice was several days ago. (discreet cough) So when it still wasn't done by this past weekend, M decided to take things to a different level.
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Last Thursday, we went to the beach. By 'we', I mean Mija, Iris, the princess and I. (I'm including Mija and Iris because they've already identified themselves as my companions in comments to Chris's discussion of this incident.) I had lots of fun, but we were outside for 3 1/2 hours in the middle of the day.
And when it was over, my back was burnt. Pretty badly. Chris even posted a picture of it.
To be honest, I didn't dream it would be a spankable offense. I mentioned it to Chris later when he met us for dinner, and was almost immediately informed otherwise.
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I hate writing these entries. I really do.
Last week I was spanked for not doing housework. Again. This is the only thing I seem to get spanked for. Never mind that visitors often remark how clean and lovely the place is (and I’ll say it again – it’s a huge bloody house!); it’s never clean enough for his Lordship.
I’ve become Colette.
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