On Minxing

Minxing is an adaptation of bratting that Cupid and I came up with.

Bratting is hard to define, but it basically involves being cheeky. Putting your tongue out at a Dom is simply asking for a spanking. Deliberate cheek like the girl in 'Secretary' putting a cockroach on the bed is also pretty typical brat behaviour.

We invented the idea of minxing after I'd been reading a lot of the Pink Bottomed Girls' blog, which is full of very cool ideas. I'd not come across the idea of bratting, and it didn't seem like Cupid's thing, because although he has a mischeivous streak, when I'm in my Psyche mode he is very obediant, and it's often difficult to catch him out and find something to punish him for.

We got talking about bratting a couple of months ago. While I liked the idea of my Boy being cheeky, bratting seemed to me to lean into a territory of age-play that I'm not into. So I suggested we adapt the concept to 'minxing', which has connotations of both a naughty child, and a naughty sexually-aware young woman.
The Boy argued that this was a bit feminine, but I rather like the gender-play of making my Boy act slightly more feminine that he usually does. So I overruled the objection by tickling him till he gave in.

Since then, he has been occasionally minxy, but most recently he was very naughty about repeatedly disobeying me:

Then we lay on his bed and kissed lots. He minxed by continually putting his thigh over mine after I’d told him not to. He often does this, but this time I decided to pick him up on it. I told him I didn’t need to be pinned down, and he kept doing it to be minxy. The second time, I told him off. The third time, when he did it again and asked if he was still not allowed to, he was asking for trouble, so I made him take off his trousers. I bit and savaged his inner thighs, which are extremely sensitive, and caused him to thrash and giggle. He loved it, but it was very painful. I made him keep quiet, which he's usually quite good at. The biting was too much for him though, and when he squealed I turned him over and smacked him.
Sometimes when I do this I make him keep count. This time I didn't order him to, and then asked him how many we were up to.
'I don't know, my Lady.'
'Why not?'
'You didn't tell me to count, my Lady...'
I smacked him again for answering me back.
Then when he was sufficiently punished for making a noise, I went back to biting his thighs. He still couldn't keep altogether quiet, so I spanked him again. Once his thighs were very red and raw, we went back to kissing, and I asked if he still felt like disobeying me?