Once upon a time there was a sweet, charming, extremely well-behaved Iris. She transgressed ever so slightly a rule that was set in stone. Feeling guilty (as all good, honest Irises do), she confessed to both M and Chris, throwing herself on their mercy. But they showed none, and she received punishment from both.
[I'm pausing a moment to let you catch your breath from the shock.]
[No, no, take your time.]
She shouldn't have been surprised, given the nature of tops. And she wasn't. She was even gracious in her acquiescence to their toppiness. But she was shocked (shocked, I tell you) by their toppy collaboration.
M's punishment was swift, immediate, painful--and over quickly. Chris' punishment was long-lasting, a little embarrassing, and not-so painful. It included (OK, was comprised entirely of) 10 minutes in the corner bare each night for 5 days, plus a sign I have to keep in my car for two weeks.
One top is NOT (not, I tell you) supposed to interfere with the punishment of another. So why did I spend 12 minutes in the corner tonight after being spanked? Toppy interference, that's why!
The moral of this story?
Tops should mind their own business! (Also, tops can't see if you stick your tongue out at the corner.)
(Oh, and if you don't mind, I'd just as soon you didn't tell M and Chris about this.)