Sunday morning...

We were lying in bed and one noticed how big a rib cage can now be seen on Him. In fifteen years one has never seen ribs on Him and the sheer size of them was staggering. Reaching out to explore them... OK there might have been a little prodding involved... enough to make Him recoil in fact. Of course one just had to do it again... more than once

The retaliation was swift and brutal...

Before one could even scream red... for all the good it would have done... one was rolled over and His hand descended on one's upturned arse... repeatedly.

He is a mean, mean man. Who seems to be under the impression that violence is the way to controlling bad behaviour. It was with a heavy heart one set out to explain the error of His approach... seriously no one likes to tell their Master they are doing it wrong...

He said, in that slightly bored and reasonable tone, that it was very effective. Apparently the fact that one had ceased and desisted the bad behaviour was proof of that. As one pointed out He was again in error. The good one of us was the only thing holding the bad one back... see Geminis... always that duality of nature going on. There was a war going on and the burning bottom was only factoring into the good behaviour of one of us.

He suggested that what were needed were more beatings. To which one replied that rewarding the good ones behaviour might be far more successful. Actually what one said was that He should add the odd carrot to the repertoire...

He suggested the carrot, a cucumber and a strange assortment of other vegetables

Sighs honestly the man is beyond all help. If He isn't going to accept the guidance of his slave on these matters how is he ever going to improve?