"Why" is a dangerous word.

I just wrote a post on Fifty Shades of Grey and since this is a different subject, sort of, I wanted to start a separate post.

Recently I have had an issue with questioning everything M tells me to do.

M - Go get comfy. Me - Why?

M- Drink some water. Me - Why?

M - Stay here. Me - Why?

I have also discovered something else recently. The only real punishment I am truly afraid of is M's belt. I discovered this on day when I was giving him attitude and I think I pissed him off too much. He took off his belt, cornered me and smacked my ass full force. I deserved it, I cried and I had a belt shaped bruise on my ass for two weeks.

In order to avoid M getting frustrated at me for saying "why" so often I now get one belt swap on the ass every time I ask why when he tells me to do something. The other day I wracked up three. They hurt like hell and he only put about 60% behind each hit.

So I guess this is a rule that's going to stick because M certainly enjoy's it and I am asking why a whole lot less.