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Halfway There, Part Thirteen

I had Lida squat down in the bathtub, and made her repeat “please,” “thank you,” and “I’m sorry” in different iterations until she was shaking from holding the position and having to urinate. I felt like I was on a high, dominating this girl while Flint and Macy stood behind me, watching. 

“What do you say?” I asked.

Lida stared up at me, humiliated and confused.

“I just let you piss here, what do you say?” I repeated.

She whined, “thank you for letting me piss in the bathtub and not in the kitchen.”

I turned around to face Flint, “she’s not very bright, is she?” I knew, of course, this wasn’t the case. I imagined she was just as bewildered as I was, though I was compensating for mine with my bravado.

On the way out of the bathroom, Flint seized up a fistful of my hair, pulling e up onto my tiptoes. “I feel like you’ve forgotten your place,” he said as he dragged me over to the couch, “let’s see what we can do about that.”

As usual, Old Ironsides didn’t bruise from the spanking he gave me, even though it hurt like crazy. During aftercare, he took me into Macy’s bedroom, where he proceeded to blow a raspberry into my stomach. “You asshole,” I exclaimed when he did.

“By the way,” he said, pulling back, “he gave you another tally. You’re up to four now.”

I bit my lip. That was it. I was halfway there.

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Halfway There, Part Twelve

My mind was moving a thousand miles a minute and I could barely process what was happening as I strode into the kitchen. There was a weird disconnect between what was going on in my head and how I was behaving. Outwardly, I was confident, quick, maybe a little cruel. Inside, I was nervous. My jaw was shaking.

“Now, where’s the bowl you’re supposed to piss in?” I asked, picking up a collander that was on the counter. “Sure hope this isn’t it, huh? That would be embarrassing." 

I knew that I couldn’t actually make her piss into the a bowl. For all the bravado, I was kind of petrified. The only time I’ve ever been this dominant was with Switch, and it was after I’d known him for a while. This was more performative, more new. I was scared at any second I’d fail at maintaining the facade and would totally drop out of character.

Meanwhile, Lida was whimpering and setting a bowl on the floor. I sucked in a deep breath and pointed to the bathroom door, "get in there, you’ll piss in the tub.”

“Okay,” she replied, getting to her feet.

“Okay?” I repeated. “Honestly, are you kidding me? I’m being nice to you and you’ve got the most piss-poor manners. What do you say to me?”

“I have to pee,” she stammered.

“You say ‘please,’ ‘thank you,’ and ‘I’m sorry.’ That’s all I want to hear from you,” I ordered.

She shifted from side to side. “Okay.”

I looked over to Flint, “is she fucking stupid or something? I told her what to say and she still doesn’t say it.” He chuckled. I motioned to the bathroom once more, “get in there, would you?”

Lida scrambled over to the bathroom. Flint shot me a smirk and I just shrugged, winking before following Lida inside.

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Halfway There, Part Eleven

I had gotten into a pretty good rhythm of beating Macy’s ass and I discovered that she was an absolute trooper. I’ve been hit with it before on my ass and a few minutes in, I was crying. She was just lying there, taking it, even asking for more each time I checked in.

“Can I go to the bathroom?” I heard Lida ask Flint.

“Ask her,” Flint replied.

I felt a lump rise in my throat when she asked. I didn’t know what to say and I was still super nervous. But, the second I opened my mouth, I couldn’t stop. I asked her where she wanted to go, and she said, “I don’t know.” Back when Flint wouldn’t let me go earlier in the evening, he’d threatened to make me pee into a bowl in the kitchen. So, I threatened that. Along with outside on the porch. Along with in the bathtub. When she started whining, I shot at her, “funny you don’t come to my defense when I’m embarrassed, but I’m supposed to make you feel comfortable? You’d better make up your mind and give me a damn good reason why I should let you have any kind of dignity doing this.”

I’m fairly sure surprise registered on both of our faces over what was coming out of my mouth, but I continued. “So, what is it? Where are you going to the bathroom?”

“I…I don’t know,” she whined.

“You don’t know?” I stopped hitting Macy’s ass for a moment, “you ever do any kind of debate? Mock trial?”

“N…no.”

“I’m not fucking surprised.” I resumed beating Macy. “You have no idea how to make an argument. So, you’ve got pathos, which is appealing to my pity for you. Which, after you posed for a fucking Christmas card photo with me on the toilet, I’ve got none of. Ethos, or my sense of ethics. And I have no moral qualms about making you piss on the fucking porch. And logos, an appeal to logic. But I think having you piss into a bowl in the kitchen makes pretty good sense to me, all things considered." 

I was stern, I was intimidating, I was kind of a potty mouth. Flint was grinning like a moron. Lida was squirming. 

"Come on,” I said, setting the rute stick onto the arm of the couch. “Get in the kitchen. You took too long. You’re pissing into a bowl.”

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Remember when Bobbi Starr was a good little subby girl when she started doing kink.com shoots?

Heh. I bet she barely even does anymore, either.

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“There’s an intimacy in listening to somebody’s lies, I’ve always thought—you learn more about someone from the things they wish were true than from the things that actually are.” ― Jennifer duBois, A Partial History of Lost Causes.

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Casey said I should give you a spanking.

She’s probably right.

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One morning, he wouldn’t get out of bed and so I climbed up onto him like this. He didn’t shove me off, it’s the only position he seems to really feel submissive in. His eyes always get all wide and sweet and eager.

I pushed my panties aside and told him to lick my pussy. With my knees, I trapped his arms under me. From experience, I know he can push me off easily, but he didn’t move to topple me. Instead, he obeyed. He was a really good boy.

Eventually, I rolled off of him and told him to crawl over and lick my pussy. Instead, he snatched up some rope from the floor and grinned, rolling me onto my stomach.

“Nooo,” I whined, “you’re supposed to lick my pussy.”

“Yeah?” he mocked, “I’m supposed to lick your pussy?”

I buried my face into the sheets and pouted as he finished knotting off the rope around my wrists. Honestly, I wouldn’t have known what to do if he let me keep domming him. When I used to dom Switch, it was super easy because he wasn’t really my “Sir.” We just played around and messed with the roles. And since he was more of a sub than a dom, I could be a meanie and he’d love it.

With Sir, I don’t know. I’m not brave enough to push into further domme territory. And so I was a little grateful that he took over, even if I did get punished.

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As per our agreement, Sir had to be my puppy. However, this lasted all of ten minutes.

I made him lick my feet and had him play a little fetch, but I just got too blushy about the whole thing. And I didn’t want to be mean because he was too adorable. 

I’m kind of a snoozer when I’m a switch. Not always. But this time for sure.