Paper paddles anyone?

I just asked A. to reinstate my bedtime this evening. Yes, it's true. I really am that much of a good girl.

Well, alright, it's really more like I'm a "the adult part of me wants to get a decent night's sleep but the kid part of me keeps wanting to stay up just a little bit longer on the new laptop and wins out and then both the adult and the kid part of me are groggy all the next day, not to mention while I try to get ready for bed" sort of good girl.

"You just want to get spanked," A. adduced.

"I do but I don't want to get spanked for that," I replied. "I want a fun spanking. A good girl spanking."

"A fun spanking, huh? Would a fun spanking include your school uniform?"

"Oh, totally." We were going to do an over the phone school scene last week but the day we planned to do it ended up being a bad pain day and was therefore canceled, which I was quite sad about.

"Do you have any appointments tomorrow?"

"Just acupuncture next door at three or so," I answered.

"Well, I think you should wear your uniform there," he said in his deadpan voice. "I want you wearing your hair in pigtails and sucking on a lollipop when you check in."

"Wearing my skirt would make getting to my hip and upper right ass a lot easier," I deadpanned back.

"So, you could say, it would be very appropriate."

"Absolutely."

"Excellent."

Then I laughed. When I finished he continued -- for real this time.

"Right, so you will you put your uniform on when you get home."

"Yes, Sir."

"Good. Now, let's see, about implements...can you use the strap?" he asked.

"Well, I can use my belt. Can't really do the strap."

"Right. Well, okay. What about the ping pong bat?"

"Yeah, I can do the ping pong paddle." I really should have given him crap about calling it a "bat."

"I was just thinking the long-armed brush seems a bit harsh for this spanking."

"Yes, I think so too." I said. "Though, I should say that the ping pong paddle does sting."

"It's a spanking, it's supposed to sting! What, you want me to use a feather duster? A rolled up magazine? 'No Daddy, not the paper!'"

Gawd I love it when he gets sarcastic. It so makes me laugh.

"I think paper would be an excellent material for a paddle," I said.

I mean, don't you, dear reader?

"Paper, indeed..." A. clearly thought my idea was absolutely brilliant.

"Actually, Sir Thomas More used to whip his daughter with a feather," I pointed out.

"Ah, so some sort of symbolic thing, huh?" Then his voice got very stern. "Well, look here, we will have no such symbolic talk in this house."

I laughed.

"So, when you get home tomorrow you will put your uniform on."

"Yes, Sir."

"Good."

Then, reader, I'm afraid the conversation turned to more mundane matters of business.

But just after I got off the phone with A. I ended up talking to my sister, who has been getting pissy lately over the fact that I seem to be on the phone with A. every time she calls or wants to come over. When she said she wanted to come over tomorrow, I paused for a second and agreed. "But, let me know what time or if you're not because A. and I are planning to do something."

I could visualize her shaking her head and making the "wtf?" face on the other side of the line.

"Wha...I don't want to know."

"Yeah, I was just going to tell you not to ask."

"Seriously. Don't tell me. I don't want to know." She was serious indeed.

"I'm not telling you anything. I'm just saying let me know."

It's a tough one, gentle reader, because I do love my sister. And I know A. and I can always play Slutty School on Tuesday.

But, I really want to play tomorrow...