I recall a few years ago when Diva phoned to say I need you to come over and do a few things for me. 
I need some heavy chores done, come over next weekend?  Diva had trained me to satisfy her instructions,
I was to move instantly and cheerfully as she asked.  I said I would be down the following weekend. 
My senses flooded my body and yearned for Diva's discipline. 

Diva told me not to bring my sullen, sulky attitude with me when I came over.  She meant it. 
No pouting mouth for Buttercup.  NONE!  If you do pout, I will not stop or hesitate to take down your britches,
your little panties.  I will strip them off outside and not care who sees what I have done to you in public. 
Your bottom will turn into Diva's switch-swattin show on your bad boy, bent over
poised 'n bare bottom - for the neighbor's enjoyment. 
Diva's public red swatching will make your cry.  boo-hoo on you-who

We both know that in the the backyard Diva has a Japanese maple tree where Buttercup
can cut a wonderful flexible, resilent hard switch for her.
  Diva loves to use that switch on your bare behind.
  Ssss - oh, merciful heavens - hee hee hee - does it ever sting za boy
when Diva shipwacks her switch extra good right on Buttercup's ever tender,
sensitive upper bare things.
ha ha ha ha ha

You do remember what we did not so long ago? 
Diva, she remembers how your bare bottom
looked in the open air and sunshine. 
Diva had a big smile from ear to ear laughing at Buttercup's
red rare, naked, switched bottom.