As I write this, I’m sitting on a very tingly bottom due to a few hard swats Dan gave me with the bath brush. He’s off to take care of business and I’m about to go out to an outdoor arts and crafts fair.

I love hopping from booth to booth looking for unique items. Yesterday I bought some very nice jewelry but only got through part of the fair. I like looking closely at items and it drives Dan crazy. His method is to stroll quickly by each booth and if something catches his eye, pause for a moment before moving on.

I can’t do that! I have to inspect the things that catch my eye, turn them over, ask questions, and generally assure myself as to whether I need the item or not. My idea of “need” is a lot different from Dan’s too. I’ve “needed” several items that he just shakes his head at. Lucky for me, he’s sweet enough not to comment.

Dan’s only worry during my little excursions is that I behave. If we’re together, he swears if I embarrass him, he’ll just walk off and leave me. I’ve decided between that threat and our different shopping styles, that it’s just better to go shopping by myself. I can’t help it if my gung-ho nature sometimes comes across as being bratty.

So we decided I’d go shopping alone. And Dan being Dan, he decided to buy himself a little insurance with the bath brush. He thinks that if he gives me a tingly bottom to take with me while I’m out, that it’ll be a reminder to behave myself.

I’m not sure it works like he plans though. There’s something in me that makes a quick spanking (no matter how intense) more of a good thing than the true detterent he had in mind.

Somehow having a tingly bottom makes me feel like more of a well-loved brat inside. I get this giddy fun-loving feeling and I go out into the world secure and sure of myself. It doesn’t matter that I know I’ll get more of the same. In fact, I’m happy to know that’s what I’ll get.

I’m not saying I won’t behave myself. I’ll keep my bratting down to a dull roar with strangers not because I’m afraid of a spanking I could get. I behave myself because I have a tingling bottom given to me by the man who loves and cherishes me. The tingling is a sweet and quiet reminder I’ll be carrying with me.

I’ll go out happy and confident. It’s hard to be too bratty when I’m feeling so good. Dan’s efforts to help me behave don’t work exactly like he plans but they still work. I can’t say I find anything wrong with that deal at all. *grin*