help a duck save his backside

ok boys… we need to have a little meeting.

all those punishment points you keep earning?

yeah.

they don’t just disappear.

they get added to my monthly Magazine punishment ceremony.

i just found out where the next one is happening, and honestly i don’t know whether to be excited or terrified.

Madam and i are traveling to Cancún in September to visit one of her longtime friends, and apparently she has volunteered to administer my next Magazine punishment while we’re there.

so that’s not just one month’s worth of everyone’s screwups.

that’s over two months.

and we have more volunteer subs now than we have ever had.

ever.

do you see why i’m starting to get a little nervous?

now, before anyone starts feeling too bad for me, yes… i know. i actually enjoy a good whipping. i’m not exactly known around here for avoiding the cane or the flogger. anyone who has been around the Magazine for a while knows i’m a complete pain slut.

that is not the problem.

the problem is math.

math is the enemy.

one hundred punishment points? no problem.

three hundred? we’ll survive.

whatever this bunch of hooligans manages to rack up over two-plus months?

that starts becoming a conversation between Madam, several impact implements, and my increasingly concerned backside.

so i’m asking all of you a favor.

be good.

do your assignments.

turn your reports in.

stop making poor decisions that somehow end with me bent over something.

and Levi…

buddy…

for the love of everything that is my poor backside…

stop getting in trouble.

i’m pretty sure your punishment points already account for over half my total. every time i see your name on the report i instinctively rub one cheek and sigh.

i’m beginning to suspect you’re secretly trying to turn me into a zebra.

so help a duck out.

be obedient.

be responsible.

make good choices.

because if i end up spending an afternoon in Cancún getting thoroughly educated on behalf of all you knuckleheads…

i’m blaming every single one of you.