About This Blite
This is a most unusual blite. There are pictures of girls getting spanked, and we talk about short skirts and no knickers, and yet we button our gloves at the wrist before entering the drawing room. We are naughty, naughty girls, but Dev insists on our being good girls in his house. And so we try.
We never swear. We never smoke. We might have a small glass of rattafia but if we’re doing shots of tequila, it’s never in Dev’s presence. When Dev isn’t here, sometimes Nik or Paul help out. We act like ladies, because we are.
If we are going to be terribly, terribly bad, we call for a slumber party, and invite the girls who have just driven over us with a bus to join us. We are besties, until it is time to throw someone under the wheels, and then we do so without a glance back.
When a girl is to be spanked, we make popcorn and line up the chairs. After, we are all about the hugs and bags of frozen peas.
We are a dichotomy and a contradiction. We are complication itself. We are joyfully noncompliant until we are caught, and then we are contrite. Sometimes Alice dresses as a sexy gopher. Sometimes we set things on fire. We are a mystery, most of all to ourselves.
But we never forget who is the Top here. He can be scary, but mostly not. Mostly he gives hugs and guidance, and we’re very lucky to be here.
We just have to obey the rules.