AEG Shoot 2

Woohoo! Endorphin high lol. Today's shoot went really well, and was definitely in my favor. For the first scene, Mr. M did a straight-up school paddling. No nonsense. . . . . except from me. I wasn't overtly defiant, but I was decidedly cocky. I broke position twice, had my hands strapped, and earned a few extra swats for my "attitude." Now, part of my personality includes this bounce, this spark. My goal is to always stand up after a spanking and still be able to have a bit of "sass" left. Mr. M's goal is to keep that from happening at all costs. . . . . that's ok. :-) He can try. I welcome a good challenge. The second scene was a strapping in the bedroom, breasts exposed. That was for you, LV-Racer! :-D Once again, my normal cockiness appeared. Not overt defiance. . . . just a toss of the head . . . a slight adjustment in tone. . . . a "so what?" flair. I was counting off the final ten. . . . 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, and then, I couldn't help it. "Seven," with that teenaged girl, "Uh, whatEVERRR" tone to it. He put an end to that bit of snarkiness by strapping my thighs. . . . at least, he put an end to it for the moment. He left the scene, and I stared directly into the camera, completely composed. I consider that my point. :-D Third scene, he'd had enough of my attitude, and was determined to prove that he was in control. This one was real-life discipline for my attitude during the scenes. . . . which I consider unfair, because I was punished DURING the scene for it. . . . . but oh well. Not my say. His implement of choice? Hairbrush. Damn it! Unfortunately (or fortunately. . . .depends on how you look at it), my skin isn't in the best of condition, and my butt gave out FAR before my attitude. He didn't get CLOSE to stopping my cockiness. Yeah, it hurt like holy hell, and he was getting a physical reaction, but he wasn't really doing much to change my mind. I could have just as easily stood up and smiled great big for the camera as I could tie my shoes. Not to say it didn't hurt. . . . it did. It hurt like holy heck. In any case, I'm definitely feeling it. I've got some bruising, but nothing too extensive. Mr. M has basically promised to pick up exactly where we left off. . . . When I got in the car to drive home, I was like, "Oh DAMN!" The car had been sitting in the sun for quite some time, and it was freaking HOT. I'm sitting here, trying to find a comfortable position so I don't have to move around too much. . . . . my roommate is sitting over there snickering at me. I dared her to come with me, and then keep snickering. . . . she declined.