So, I’m finally feeling better. Yay for effective meds!

Just in time for some spankings. 

Not only am I a year older, but I’ve also been a very naughty girl. 

The IRS might not spank me for being late with my taxes, but my spankers will!

That’s right, I said spankers. I personally find it very unfair-like to be spanked for the same crime twice, but the Disciplinarian has spoken, and apparently objecting is equivalent to talking back, so I’m going to keep my big mouth shut. (Well, as shut as I can bear!)

I’m trying the discipline route again, because I think it can do some real good and give me the structure I’m needing. I think it’ll work better this time, seeing as he and I are not only on same continent, but also live in the same state. 

I’d be lying if I didn’t say I was a little worried for the future state of my ass.