Thursday, November 5

Having the last word

When I'm not doing very intense, serious scenes as described in my last post, I do tend to have a lil fun during my play. Admittedly that doesn't happen that often with HH. We're both deep headspace players and prefer to play that way with each other. I keep bratting to a minimum, unless there is somone else around to spark off and even then I don't go too far, as I know he doesn't like it.

But the other morning as he was unsuccessfully trying to get me out of bed (hey I was tired and it was only 10am!) my brattiness surfaced. Upon hearing he was going to give me a gentle wake-up spanking, I pouted and turned away muttering grumpily that I didn't care, it still wouldn't wake me up.

Upon hearing that my gentle spanking had just been increased to something more severe I still pouted brattily. And even when the horrid slipper was raining down on my bottom, I tried to pretend I was still asleep. Of course I counted myself very lucky that he was whacking me at close range. It still hurt, but no comparison to when I'm bent over and he throws his full weight behind it!

It was actually kinda nice, even if it did sting. When he'd done he leaned over for a hug and we cuddled and that's when I tried to get the last word in, telling him I hoped he'd learned his lesson, that'd he think twice about waking me up again, that the grumpiness was hardly worth it.

His resulting laughter lulled me into a false sense of security and I grinned at him cheekily. Even when he got off the bed I didn't suspect anything until he returned, with a cane! The pure evilness of it all shocked me to the core. Oh the injustice.

Over the pillows with my knickers down I had to go and endure several sharp cuts of the cane. Although I must admit it did little to improve my grumpiness, but I took it bravely. Some might say defiantly. Still I was glad when he was done and ready for a proper hug.

But oh no, apparently I was now sufficiently awake, but still too grumpy for his liking. I watched him set the straight backed chair in the centre of the room and tried not to throw a tantrum when he picked up the heavy hairbrush. I was genuinely confused how I came from a gentle hand spanking to this (via a caning and slippering!).

Thankfully he kept it relatively short and I decided to give up the grumpiness and brattiness for a while. Bloody hairbrushes are my undoing and well he knows it. Still, I like to fantasise that I indeed had had the last word and that it was him that learned his lesson, not me. Hmmm a girl can dream...

8 comments:

Eliane said...

I'm sorry, but noone should be made to get out of bed if they don't want to. Any resulting grump is totally justified, and should be expected and tolerated!

Indy said...

I think it's best just to say that you are getting up, Sir, really, you are. How can you possibly be blamed if you fall back asleep while you're trying to wake up? That's certainly not intentional defiance.

That used to work with my biology teacher who wanted me to put on my shoes. I refused to wear them for the better part of a school year out of adolescent rebellion, for some strange reason (yes, I was rather lacking in social skills at the time). She seemed quite happy with a "yes, ma'am," followed by no action on my part.

You, in contrast, may have a greater challenge on your hands.

Abel1234 said...

"Bloody hairbrushes are my undoing". OMG, he's using them *far* too hard...

Paul said...

EmmaJane, from a top's point of view, that is a great wake up routine, I'm sure HH appreciated your efforts.
Warm hugs,
Paul.

Scarlett De Winter said...

@Indy: I never wore shoes at school either! Randomness!

EJ- 10am? Seriously? That's not late, that's like, still sleepy time. Sleep is important. Reminds me of how my head of sixth form used to ring my mobile ten mins before registration to try and get me out of bed. Maybe HH's method might have worked better? Mind you, I'm pretty vile first thing in the morning, I wouldn't suggest anyone tried it.

Caroline Grey said...

Oh my god, that much spanking in the morning is just evil. My head's exploding just thinking about it!!!

Zille Defeu said...

Well, since no one else has said it, it's left to me to point out that *this* post is the best one yet to fit with your blog title...! ;)

MecIrlandais said...

Agree completely with Eliane. I was on holiday with friends one time. The last night, exhausted, I went to bed at midnight. The bastards quietly crawled in beside me & screamed to wake me up at 2am. Well, I threw the biggest tantrum of my adult life, they knew I was seriously annoyed. In fact my rage with them kept me awake until 4:30am. I am still angry about it.