ok, it’s sunday and i survived. not gonna sugar coat it, the punishment ceremony was brutal. it went in a new direction, and yeah… i really didn’t like my surprise guest. let’s just say duckie got punished real hard for that fuckup last month when i overshared details about Madam.

honestly? kind of wish we could just keep this one quiet. but Madam said no. she was insistent that a full written account be made and shared with everyone. last month she had someone assigned to write it up and… well, the dude flaked. not great.

this time she brought in a sub who belongs to one of her friends. he’s cool, we caught up today, but warning: he’s a bit of a creative writer. he says he’s all about journalistic integrity, just reporting exactly what happened, but come on. there’s some flourishes. like, i’m almost certain i was not crying during eleven’s lashings. and i definitely didn’t get “defiant.” i wouldn’t even know how to act defiant.

anyway, after the ceremony, Madam had him locked in the dining room while i was in recovery. she told him he couldn’t leave until the piece was done. he turned all his notes into a full script overnight, and when i woke up around 7, he was already typing away. this is the dude who watched everything and is sharing all the details. i gave him a “hey.” he looked me up and down, said “hey” back. awkward for him i think, since duckie doesn’t wear clothes at home. and yeah, i’m in a ton of pain today.

Madam is still reviewing her marked-up copy, but said i could go ahead and start the publishing process. i’ll get to that in a bit – moving slow. I’m not allowed to edit his embellishments – Madam said she’s happy with it as it is now, she’s been red lining him and having him make changes through the whole process. so yeah, it’ll publish today

right now duckie is doing self-care. i get to facetime with jessica shortly. she couldn’t attend the ceremony, but wants to check on my marks. Madam said i looked really, really beautiful this morning. that made me all fluttery inside.

she also reminded me that all my owies need proper care. i can’t do that on my own, so we’ve got help lined up. a few local subs who were at the party offered to assist, Secretary too, and get this Alberta, my neighbor down the street. she used to be a nurse in “the war.” not sure which one. maybe not world war one? i don’t know, she’s old. but she’s on the care schedule for when i’m ready to hobble over there. honestly, her special pain meds are sounding real nice right about now…

but yeah – duckie is a painslut. i certainly didn’t like the special punishment, but i deserved it. the lashings though – oh man i was floating in space and high as the moon. kinda wish i had mutant healing powers so i could go again today!

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