What's worse?

Being told that you're going to get a spanking the next day, or not actually getting said spanking the next day?  After it has been on your mind ALL DAMN DAY? After you have spent the entire freakin' day with that nervous anticipation swirling and jumping in the pit of your stomach? A whole day of being able to think of nothing else as you bounce back and forth between trying to decide if you're a little bit afraid or a little bit excited? And then to be left unsure if you should feel relieved or disappointed or just plain pissed, or a combination of all fucking three! Just call me goddamn Sybil while I marinate in this schizophrenic poke salad of an evening.............................