Cheeky Boi

Now we are back on track.

My Darling Elliot has been, dare I say it, a bit sassy.

I sent him to the basement and whipped him. Twelve strokes which were not nearly hard enough because the space just is not right. He'll be fixing that soon.

I wasn't angry. I never whip him when I am angry. But I wanted him to know that his attitude was just not good enough.

Now he knows.