The Plight of a Subbie on her Birthday

Master,

Thank you so much for my birthday beating today. HOLY TOLEDO BATMAN!!! You are the most awesome and special Master a girl could ever hope and dream for. You mean so much to me and I am glad that I am yours.
I posted this on the e-group board and thought you'd get a chuckle out of it.

The Plight of a Subbie on her Birthday

I think this one is Crickett’s fault (Although, I think that phrase belongs to Chass).
This one might actually be Chass’s fault though. I teased Jay on Monday night that the Broncos were going to whoop ass on the Chiefs. This was my first mistake. Jay’s favorite team is the Chiefs. I was totally teasing of course in good fun.
On Tuesday Morning I woke up to a text message that said I was going to get beat since the Chiefs lost. In comes the 2nd mistake, replying with the message, if you are going to beat me for something worth beating for, at least beat me for my birthday tomorrow, not because the Broncos whooped ass on the Chiefs (LOL).

Subbies be warned: BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU ASK FOR!!!!
In the eyes of a Dominant, they see you say ok go ahead and beat me, its like paradise to them LOL.
So Wednesday rolls around and my day started out like most others, waking up to the sound of the text message alert from Master, (ring tone: Simple Man remake version by Shinedown…. MJ’s theme song)
With the traditional “happy birthday” song typed out but only to MJ’s version of wording something like Happy Birthday to my dirty lil whore yada yada you know the rest.
Then shortly there after a 2nd message telling me to call him when I woke up. Of course I immediately called him with a huge grin on my face as I chuckled after reading his text message. MJ told me he had some free time early and he was on his way over. I was so ecstatic that I would get to see him before work today. I rushed to the shower knowing that he was just a short way away.

I finished in the shower and of course was waiting for Master as written in my rule book of behaviour. Only problem being that I sort of dozed back off while waiting and I did not hear him unlock the door and come in. (I’ll blame this on the fact that I am working 2 jobs now and trying to become accustomed to fitting sleep into my schedule is proving difficult)
So, I am snoozing away and Whack!!! Sharp sting from the cane comes down on my rear. I jump, but don’t say a word as I know not to. I turned my head towards him and smiled, although I wanted to scream “What the hell”. Simply he said, “Happy Birthday, My Angel” and continued what he was doing. Next thing I know I am hitting that sub space level where I was begging for more. So needless to say Master of course knew the signals and I am most certain he happily obliged my signal. Somewhere along the way, I know he was using 4 canes on me simultaneously.
Master took every signal I gave and turned it into an incredible morning of intensity. What remains are the incredible markings to remind me of how I spent my birthday morning. The rest of the day wasn’t so bad either. Lots of balloons, cards, streamers hung all over my desk at work. Lots of phone calls from family and friends. All in all today was not a bad birthday.