That would be me. At least according to my shirt.
John calls me that often. Since I consider myself to have many feline traits (love to sleep, picky eater, hate loud noises, won’t pay any attention to you unless I damn well feel like it), it’s a good fit, I think.
New Guy, of course, thought the Bad Kitty needed obedience lessons. I hissed at him. He didn’t like that.
As soon as I went OTK, he complained about my shorts. “What is this — you’ve got buttons on these back pockets. You want me to hurt my hand?” He started wrestling the shorts down immediately.
“What a sissy boy you are,” I teased, “afraid of a few buttons!” Oh, he SO did not appreciate that.
He was big on the wide leather strap tonight; I think I got more of that than anything else. As usual, all the toys blurred after a while.
Besides the usual two rounds of spanking, guess what else we did? Yup — watched a Spanking Court clip! My second one (the one we had to reshoot) went up on their site this morning. It was fun watching it with NG, since (as you would expect) he had a running commentary going through it all.
“I notice you don’t count in halves and quarters with me!” (He’s right, I don’t. That would be really, really foolish.)
“I would have started over at one if you said that to me!” (Well then, I won’t say it to you.)
“I would have chosen a heavier paddle!” (Well. How rude.)
Anyway, for those who haven’t joined the SC site yet, here’s a photo:
Check out Mr. Meanie-Face! You’d think I’d annoyed him or something. And that was before he switched to wood.
Anywayyyyyy… I guess I’m Good Kitty for a while. A brief while. Purrrrrrrrrr.