It is a small disappointment to me that I am not a Smart-assed Masochist. Rather than endlessly quipping as the pain escalates, I’ll make a brave attempt to be clever, and then immediately recant, back peddle, beg for forgiveness and finally break down into cries and whimpers. Far from being too kinky to torture, I realize that I would make a rubbish spy, because if captured I’d get about half a pun out, before I was spilling the beans.
Neither am I a brat. I’m far too eager to please to ever deliberately deliberately upset Tavi in hopes of receiving a bigger badder beating. (Nor do I think I could handle her ire if I were to arouse it.) I do tease though, A fair bit. Part of the ongoing flirtation for me is a little poking, teasing, wry comments meant to elicit a desire to smack me a bit.
Tavi says I’m lippy. I think of it more as, well not quite wittiness, I tend to jump on every opportunity for a joke I see, and not all of them are all that great. Sometimes I’ll get several good ones in a row and seem really clever, and sometimes I’ll strike out and come off as annoying. But, that’s just how I’ve always been, as long as I can remember, and when I bite my tongue to hold in every joke, reference, and pun that comes to mind I end up being very quiet.
It’s OK though, Tavi said she likes me a little bit lippy. Besides it gives her a ready excuse to punish me.