I now know that there is something worse than being called a bad girl. I don’t get called that very often, but maybe it didn’t hold the same meaning as it once did. I used to get really upset and cry when I was called a bad girl. Now I don’t like it, but I don’t get overly worked up about it.
There was a tiny infraction last night, one that I may repeat often, and I was ordered to bend over the bed and Daddy wrote on my back and ass with the big permanent marker. He doesn’t mark me as punishment. It’s usually a good thing and I look at His marks as soon as I can to admire them.
I was caught off guard with my markings this time! Instead of a sexy reminder that I am Daddy’s, it states that I am old and forgetful. As always His initials and a heart are at the bottom and I know that He was just trying to startle me out of my complacency…..but damn! lol
I may have pouted just a little, but the markings stay on until tonight’s shower.
