stereotypical single woman

Last week I saw this video on YouTube.

You now how if you watch one video similar ones will show up at the end of it? Well, this one is apparently very similar to Foster’s latest video. I jokingly sent it around, saying that Marty is kinky enough that he would probably love it.

Oh, how right I was.

Last night while trying to watch TV (Project Runway of course, and how in the hell did these people even think the could make a men’s suit in two days out of completely inappropriate fabrics, are they insane or just amazingly stupid?) Marty kept jumping up and down off the couch, trying to get my attention. While I was successfully ignoring him the issue was that cat ass kept getting in between my face and the TV. So, fed up and wanting him to leave me alone for five minutes, I threatened to spank him if he didn’t go play on his own. Sufficiently subdued, he got down and started playing with a milk ring. But less than 30 seconds later Mr. Short-Attention-Span jumped back up again. So I smacked him in the ass. Not at all hard, but definitely loudly. And he LOVED it. Purring his pigeon purr as loud as can be, he kept coming back again and again, begging for more. He definitely wasn’t going to leave me alone now that he knew I was a spanker. In fact he will now, even as I’m typing this, come up to me, put his ass in my face, look over his shoulder, and give me a squeaky little meow that can only be interpreted as “Thank you Master, may I have another?”

This is what my life has been reduced to - coming home after a long day of work, sitting down to a good meal, having a glass of wine, and spanking the cat.

What did I expect? This is a cat that, when you spray him in the butt with canned air, just leans into the wind. I’m afraid to look at his Christmas list this year, I’m sure it’s filled with bondage gear.