Tuesday, January 13, 2009

Choose your own ending

Assuming that my post from last night accurately reflected my feelings and some of what came out of my mouth, which story ending do you think is more plausible?


M snapped the laptop lid closed and stared sternly down at Iris. "Bed. Now." He put the laptop on the floor.

She closed her eyes and allowed him to pull her to her feet.

She trudged off to the bathroom and washed her face.

She changed into a nightie and slipped under the sheets.

When M came into the room to tuck her in, they had satisfying and delicious sex.

She drifted off to sleep happily.


"I SAID, 'I don't want to go to bed!'" she said. "And you're not my boss and you can't make me."

"Careful, little girl," he said, silkily. "I am your boss sometimes. And naughty little girls who don't take care of themselves definitely need bosses."

"Hmph!" She tossed her head and looked away, pouting. "Well, I'm not going to bed."

"Yes, you are."

"Says you."

"And my hairbrush."


"If that's the way you want it. OK."

"Hey, wait! Where are you going? No, I'm good, I'm good! I'm going to wash my face right now! Really! Come back!"

A mad scramble toward the bathroom door, interrupted by a determined M with something unpleasantly ebony-like in his hand.

Protests, pleas, and promises.

Deaf ears.

A sound hairbrushing over jeans, one party wordless, the other quite vocal.

A pause.

Sniffle. "I'm sorry."



"Can I go to bed now? I'm a good girl."

"Go wash your face."

A brief but productive interlude, wherein a face is washed.

M sitting on the bed, stony-faced.

Iris in a nightie, scooting under the covers.

"I'm sorry I was naughty. I love you."

"I love you too. And now I'm going to spank you."

"What?! But I already got spanked! No!"

"You got spanked for being disobedient and sassy. Now you're getting spanked for not taking care of yourself."

"But, but--"

More damn hairbrush.

And then sex.


So you think you know me, huh?

Well, smarty-pantses, it just so happens that the real ending was #1.

#2 was a fictional foray for your pleasure.

Monday, January 12, 2009

I do not want to go to bed.

I am not tired.

I am not grumpy.

I am not misbehaving.

I do not want to wash my face.

I do not want to put on pajamas.

I do not want to go to bed.

I do NOT want to be hairbrushed.


Thursday, January 1, 2009

For Kelly

...because she apparently shares my obsession. This is the best (and only) fanfic I've found.


Happy New Year, everyone!