I left my accounts far too late this year. They’ve been on my to do list for a while, but then it was Christmas and New Year and I’ve been away a lot in January, and suddenly my accountant was emailling me on Friday gently prompting me that she needed them by Monday if she was going to make the deadline.
I love having an accountant. It means I don’t have to fret about whether I’ve claimed something I shouldn’t have as expenses, or got something wrong. My tax return becomes someone else’s responsibility, and it’s worth every penny.
Of course, getting the info to my accountant in time still is my responsibility. Luckily, even then I have an option of making it someone else’s problem.
I gave it to Tom.
Not in a “here, you do it!” way, obviously. No, I spoke to him on Thursday night and confessed that I needed to get all the work done on Friday and that my motivation level was low. Could he maybe provide some sort of incentive?
But of course. First, he said, I had to be up and at my desk by 9am, awake and showered and ready to work. He’d call at five past and check in on me; I would be due twelve cane strokes, in the first instance, if I didn’t manage that.
And what do you know? I did. I then spent all morning sorting out my paperwork, and was nearly ready to start typing everything up when he checked in on me in the afternoon. By the time I stopped at midnight I’d done all the sums and just needed to compile my receipts, and I spoke to him before I went to bed. I finished them today, and would almost certainly would have spent the last two days procrastinating if I hadn’t had my Dom taking an interest. I don’t think I disappointed him.
He stopped in on his way to work last night to give me a hug and see how I was getting on. While he was here I remembered something.
“Close your eyes,” I grinned, “and hold out your hands.” (Somehow this saying has much less force when said by a sub to her Dom, but I grew up with it.)
This is what I put in his hands:
I picked it up from the pharmacy the other day. It’s smaller and lighter than most of the bathbrushes I’ve seen, but there’s a heck of a lot of sting there. As I quickly learned. Well, he wasn’t going to pass up an opportunity like that, was he? It stings a LOT, particularly when used fast. I wasn’t even pink afterwards, which was hard to believe given how much I’d yelped and wriggled around.
But the afterglow was just the same when I sat back down at my desk. It hadn’t been a punishment. More a welcome distraction. And a reconnection, grounding me in my body, refreshing my state of mind and giving me a renewed energy to tackle the boring spreadsheets.
Tom left me with the promise that he’d call on me again on his way to work the next morning, and if I didn’t get up promptly, he’d use the bathbrush again.
Needless to say, I was at my desk on time this morning. And my accounts are now done! I knew that brush was a good investment. 
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I have yet to meet a bathbrush I like. But you make a convincing argument!
Hi, my name is Caroline. I’m commenting for a very specific reason…I am talking to soundpunishment.com about modeling, and was encouraged to email you about your experience. I know you’re awfully busy, but if you have a spare minute or two, I’d love to hear from you and talk to you about your experiences as a model. I didn’t know a better way to get in touch. If you have a few spare minutes, my email is carolinegrey15@gmail.com
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Hhhhmmm, I may have to look into getting a Dom if it could inspire me to get my taxes done on time. I woul definitely hide the bathbrushes, though!
Being a taxman myself, I know that many people leave it until the last minute before completing their return. Perhaps if they all had a Dom(me) to help them fill their return in earlier my job would be a lot easier.
I still think he should have given you twelve strokes of the cane anyway.
Hi Caroline! I’m normally in the anti-bath-brush camp, but this is so small and light that it’s more like a lover’s paddle. In fact the label says “cellulite brush”. Which I don’t believe in. So I’m happy with it being a spanking brush.
No worries about contacting me – that’s what we’re here for! I’ll email you in a bit
Indy – Doms are useful like that. Even if they do tend to come with unanticipated, undeserved spankings. But hey, it balances out
Phillip – twelve strokes for filing it so close to the deadline? Perhaps. But our “real life” D/s interaction (as opposed to stuff to do with our relationship) is still relatively tentative, and unless I’ve explicitly given him authority over an aspect of my life, he wouldn’t want to try to claim it. I’m very independent!
So maybe in a few years, if we’ve agreed that my taxes are an area where I’m subject to his authority, then he could decide I needed teaching a lesson for inconveniencing my accountant. Until then, “because I want to” is more than a good enough reason for caning me, but he’s very careful not to call it a punishment unless I’ve broken an explicit bargain.
On the other hand, an angry accountant is a rather nice scenario for a spanking movie … *adds it to the list*
Hmm. I wouldn’t mind a brush that worked for spanking AND cellulite…
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