Christ, i am in soo much trouble after everything last night. First of all, i completely forgot about the stupid dance lesson so Mr(s). L.T. took it upon himself to call Daddy in the middle of His freaking meeting! (Daddy didn’t pick up or anything, but i think He figured it out when He saw the caller ID.) Strike one.
Then i had to explain how our multiplicity of juices (and the majority of the vodka) mysteriously found their way into my cup. Strike Two.
Finally, i had to explain (quite shamefully) that in the throes of passion, i had forgotten to put the flogger back in the toy box, and why i thought it was a good idea to take it out in the first place. Strike Three. (In my defense, it’s really hard to explain your drunken rationale. ‘Because she said i could spank her ass and my hands are tiny.’ does not hold up well in daylight.)
Wait, NOT finally. Not finally at all.
There was also the mess in the shower (we got soap everywhere, we were two very slippery girls wrestling in a very slippery bathroom), the fact that i totally missed first period, and the house is a mess. (Oddly enough, no punishments for the girl on girl… i think He almost expected it.)
The pantie thing totally didn’t work either! i guess i wasn’t exactly subtle…
So i’m freaking grounded for the weekend, Daddy is furious at me, and on top of that, my make-up dance lesson is Saturday morning! 😦
Totally worth!
~p ^_^
the naive schizophrenic 