Ever Have One of Those Nights?

Ok, this is a spankee vent. Spankers, feel free to disappear now. Ever have one of those nights where you just want to do what you want to do? Or one of those moments where, YES, there is defiance, but NO, you are NOT looking to be spanked? You're just in a "mood". Well, yeah. It's been one of those nights for me. I am at my disciplinarian's house, and I was happily blogging, when he decides that I suddenly need to talk to him about matters I wasn't particulary concerned about. I refused. It wasn't outright defiance, it was, "I'm ok, and I don't want to talk. Thanks, though." Well, the issue was pressing enough that he decided to press ME. I snapped. I informed him that I was an adult, and perfectly capable of making my own choices, and that I was FINE, thank you VERY much. Yes, well, guess where my attitude landed me. . . . .otk. Very quickly. I had been sitting at the kitchen table, happy as anything, and then I quickly found myself examining the grain of wood on the kitchen floor. Normally, a spanking will calm me down and make me more receptive to talking, or to opening up. . . . .not tonight. Tonight, defiance reigned supreme. I had the absolute FIRE paddled out of me, and my questions remains, WHY?!?!?! *sigh* The crazy thing is, I KNOW the answer to that question. . . . . but part of me still goes, "This is NOT fair." In any case, yeah, I am NOT sitting comfortably as I write this. I was over his knee long enough that my arms started to give out, and that takes quite some time. (I hate going otk in an armless chair. . . . . I lose my sense of control, which I love having, and so I try to hang on to as much control as possible by supporting some of my weight on my hands.) I wish that my stubborn streak could just give up. . . . . but, alas, it is a definite part of me. It's inspired quite a bit of humor, though. :-) "Move your hands." "You more YOURS!" (He did. Rapidly.) "I don't like your attitude problem, young lady." "I don't have an attitude problem. You have a perception problem!" (That did NOT go well. . . . . that is a spanking that will stick with me until the day I die.) Even dear Mr. M inspired a bit of snarkiness, although I tried to be as good as possible. . . . . It was during my third scene (the domestic one), and he asked a question, to which my teenaged snarkiness flared up with "I guess. . . . sir." I corrected it, though, so it was ok. :-D In any case, my horns are just there to hold up my halo. *sigh* Alas, I am rambling. I'm a little more calm now, but still not happy about that paddling. I sure as heck didn't want it, and I don't feel I deserved it. I was blasted FINE. In any case, lol, yeah, welcome to life. It sometimes smacks you upside the head. . . .and in other places.