After reminding me that I had asked for the responsibility of caring for the house and then fallen short of goals that I had set. I knew he was right and knew I was in big trouble when I saw him standing there with the chain-maille whip in one hand and the dragon tail in the other. I had no idea that his idea of punishment was going to include following me around the room as I cleaned the floor on my hands and knees whipping me with the dragon tail.

After scrambling to find the cleaning cloths, and the first few hits, it seemed an impossible task. My hair was in my face, the room felt stiflingly hot from the heat of the fire, my knees began to ache quickly and all I could think about was the sting of the dragon tail each time it hit my back. It was terribly hard to keep moving and focused on my task of cleaning the floor knowing that at any second that dragon tail was going to leave its mark on my back or my ass or where ever else Daddy decided to target. I remember at some point he told me to wag my bunny tail. The conflict at that point was excruciating. It got me wondering if this is what people mean when they talk about “predicament bondage”. It seemed like at that point, nothing I could do was going to get me away from the dragon tail fast enough. My hair is still falling in my face obstructing my view, my knees are aching more and more, my shoulders are starting to ache from being on my hands and knees, and it seemed impossible to wag my tail and keep moving in order to clean. It seems that while I can rub my head and pat my stomach at the same time, wagging my tail and crawling across the floor to clean it are impossible.

Scarlette