The Whip

I just screamed. And no, not because of big Oh Yes. I just made my mission impossible possible. I finally found my two pants which I have been looking for for three days. And they were just under my nose. Shit, what a waste of energy. So that makes me not irritated anymore but it still doesn't stop my wanting to take a man down with a whip or two. Funny side of gentle old me this. I'd never harm anybody but then when it suddenly turns sexy, and when suddenly some man (or woman) proves to need a lesson, I cannot stop. And teachers make good subjects for this. They always know it better, they are authoritative, they are just perfect. Perfect for being taken down with a couple of welts. Not all of course, some are really nice people, just the ones who push it too far. Because discipline is one word which takes me into a whole new world. I do not know how to discipline little people. But I do know how to discipline adults if I had the chance. But most times I do not have the chance so I do a little day-dreaming. It satisfies me and hurts nobody outside the dream. So that makes it harmless enough. And as I look in the mirror that is placed right in front of me, I ask, should I be taken down with a peg or two? I think not, because I'm way too perfect and I have to be the one who rules with the whip, sometimes imaginary, sometimes not.