Disclaimer: This post mentions topics involving consensual sexual violence. Not suitable for individuals under eighteen years of age. Reader discretion is advised.
I looked back across my shoulder as I rounded up my last post. The reflective light on the curtain was no longer reflective light from the strip lights above, this was sunlight seeping through the curtains. What was once 3:30AM was now 5:37AM and I wasn’t even in bed,
I’m fortunate enough that I don’t have many rules in my dynamic, but the rules that I do have I am expected to follow without question. Rules like not self-harming, not saying the C-word or the T-word (the swear words lovelies, not ‘cart’ or ‘tuna’!) and drinking plenty of water. As it stands, I’m also expected to be in bed no later than 1am; very, very reasonable.
Except last night, I wasn’t. Last night, after a rather bizarre day, I decided to stay up late and write Burning The Midnight Oil. Because that, principally, was exactly what I did.
Ooh how I regret it!
As I got to bed, I realised that Wolfie was fast asleep. All I had to do was slip into bed and give him my best “I’ve been here all night” impression, easy.
Except I forgot one thing in my calculation – I was still fully clothed. Fuck!
All I could do, was to slink as slowly and as gracefully as I could out of the most of my attire, slide into bed and pull the covers over. Hey presto, crisis averted.
No such luck there, either.
As I slipped my jeans to the floor, Wolfie woke up and made eye contact.
“What are you dong?” he asked sleepily.
“Umm… getting dressed, in reverse!” I offered. The one thing you have to understand about brats is that to be a good and fun brat, you need to be smart and you need to be able to think on your feet. Manage that, and you’ll do just fine.
“Kitten… I’ve just woken up, don’t confuse me” Wolfie groaned with a smile.
“Hmm? I’ve been here all night” I groaned, fake-sleepily, “you’re just dreaming it, sweet. I woke you up because you were led on my side of the bed.” Wolfie smiled.
Yes! Gotten away with it!
As I plugged my earphones in for some deep early-morning sleep, Wolfie rolled over again.
“Hmm?” I asked, pulling out one of my earphones.
“Please tell me you haven’t come to bed?” Wolfie asked with a smile.
“No no, just went to the bathroom is all” I tried. By that point, Wolfie was fully awake.
“Kitten! It’s 6AM!” he said firmly, checking the time on his phone. I pulled the duvet up and watched him. Oooh, he mad.
Wolfie let me sleep through and I woke at 11AM, though I have no doubt that the consequences of my rule-breaking will be dire. He made me tea when I woke and things seemed for all of their worth like a normal Monday morning, except that I know that they aren’t. The consequences of rule-breaking are nearly always corporal punishment, and this time around, I know that I’m not going to enjoy it nearly so much.