Different Angles

 I never seem to be able to do things the "normal" way; invariably I will find myself doing things from a very different angle. This is also very true of my spanking relationship. Uncle Nick and I are in a relationship, with all the canes, straps and hairbrushes very firmly in place. However, he is in the UK and I am in the southern tip of Africa and apart from the occasional visits, it means that I am sort of left to my own devices.

Now Uncle Nick will be the first to tell anyone that I do have this unique talent to land myself in trouble, and that it apparently seems to come naturally to me. I would love to be able to disagree with him and produce concrete facts to the opposite; however, I have no time to do so, for I am rather busy on a full time basis trying to explain my little incidents away.

Then to add to my woes, I am blessed with a bit of a temper, can be so stubborn that it will put any mule to shame, and not forgetting that for some reason it can be very important to me to try to get the last word in. I have attempted to rectify my apparent inability to lie or be evasive, however, my reactions of blushing, refusing eye contact, nervous giggles that might or might not escape, and some unexplained stuttering had put and end to that as well.

 Therefore, sadly I have to agree with Uncle Nick, left to my own devices, I do tend to be more in trouble than actually out of it, and yes (sigh), I am rather or actually, my bottom is, in need of more attention than what irregular visits can achieve. The angle thing? This is where it comes into play. I do, every so often, well; okay more often then, see two South African men who fulfil the role of local Disciplinarians. Uncle Nick armed with his moleskin notebook keeps record of the worst of my "crimes", which he is adamant he will deal with during the next visit due. For the record, when that moleskin notebook comes out, I do tend to offer any apology I can think off with some begging and pleading added for good measure. Not that it ever works though...

For the rest, HH and Mr Sparkles have the "pleasure" to deal with the rest of my little misdemeanours. Mr Sparkles deal with the diet issues, and I do believe he has a very unhealthy love for brush-like implements. HH sees to the balance, and for some odd reason, he takes great joy out of having a general conversation with me, while his beloved canes and paddle always seems to be prominently displayed. I must admit, it is quite difficult to talk about the weather when you know that you are personally due for a heat wave...

Therefore, as I have said above, here I am, again with quite a different angle to the spanking world...but really, trust me; I promise it is NOT my fault...