That’s not allowed, and you know it.
Yes, you’re right, it’s Saturday but that is no reason to want to wear those comfortable, big, bland panties. That’s not allowed, and you know it.
It is nice to wear jeans, yes, you are quite right. And yes, they look good on you. But I want you in that dress with those shoes. Being petulant and bratty because of that? That’s not allowed, and you know it.
Yes, the pizza does look and smell good, but I have not given you permission to choose that from the menu. Making a decision like that in my presence? That’s not allowed, and you know it.
I love to hear your views and opinions on things, you are a very clever and articulate girl, but challenging me in public about my decisions? That’s not allowed, and you know it.
Sending Sir pictures every day, both as part of a regular routine and when I specifically order them, is an essential part of The Rules. To not send them in the format that I want them? That’s not allowed, and you know it.
Being distracted when I contact you? Not having Sir at the forefront of your focus at all times? That’s not allowed, and you know it.
Wanting to play when I have not given permission to do so? That’s not allowed, and you know it.
Refusing to present yourself for your punishment and not bringing me the paddle? That’s not allowed, and you know it.
Why did you buy that top when you were unsure about whether or not I would like it? That’s not allowed, and you know it.
It’s all about The Rules and following them, especially when we had discussed them and when I had decided on their final format.
Questioning The Rules? That’s not allowed, and you know it.
