Brat­tySpirit

My girl, Gen­tle­Spirit is a beau­ti­ful, gen­er­ous, vibrant and mag­nif­i­cent woman. She has the biggest heart I have ever come across and the sharpest mind. For some rea­son, it seems that she tries to tone down how smart she really is, but, spend­ing as much time as I do with her, she can’t keep the pre­tense going all the time.

She is also one of the fun­ni­est women I have ever met. I remem­ber writhing in pain from sore stom­ach mus­cles after laugh­ing too much in the begin­ning of our rela­tion­ship. I still do from time to time but not so much any­more; I chalk that up to my stom­ach mus­cles get­ting more toned. They can sim­ply take more nowa­days. Grins.

You couldn’t beat the goofy out of her even if you tried. She’s the kind that will put out her palm and exclaim,

“STOP… Vanilla time!
“U can’t spank this!”

All the while doing the MC Ham­mer shuffle.

All you dom­i­nants with sub­mis­sives who like to brat around on occa­sion, remem­ber that image and it really won’t seems so bad.

I remem­ber a moment with Gen­tle­Spirit being her delight­ful bratty self like it was yes­ter­day. It’s a 4-​hour long drive from Las Vegas to Los Ange­les (if I’m dri­ving; if she’s dri­ving it’s a 3-​hour drive!) and you have to find things to enter­tain your­self with. Last time we made the trek she was bored and on her period and was quite the hand­ful all the way back.

Less than an hour from our des­ti­na­tion, she got impa­tient when I didn’t imme­di­ately respond to some­thing she said and all of a sud­den I felt a knock­ing on my head.

“Hello? McFly? Any­body in there?”

With­out tak­ing my eyes off the road, I flung out my right arm across her chest and found her right nip­ple and tweaked it hard. A sur­prised yelp and squeal later, I had almost a whole minute of blessed silence. After that, she was much more soft and pliant.

Or “calm and sub­mis­sive,” as Cesar Mil­lan, Dog Whis­perer calls it.

Heh.

The thing is, she likes wear­ing these padded bras that make it hard to pinch her nip­ples through them. I have tried many times and she’ll just look me in the eye and smirk as I inef­fec­tu­ally pinch the padding with­out reach­ing her nip­ple. She calls them “armor-​bras” and they do a very good job of pro­tect­ing her incred­i­bly sen­si­tive and ten­der nipples.

But that moment on the road, when I really needed it, my aim was per­fect (even with­out look­ing) and I man­aged to get hold of the nip­ple through all that padding.

Bulls­eye.