If I go to him and say “I’m ready now,” he’ll spank me. Pain so fierce and deep it’s like a burn. To surrender myself, to bare my own bottom, to beg for it, is almost unthinkable.
Until I do, though, it hangs over my head — it will never just go away. Knowing that I’ve been disobedient, that I disappointed him, that I haven’t yet atoned and been forgiven — it makes my stomach churn and my whole body shake and I can’t even think…
He watches me crawl across the living room. When I get to his chair, I kneel before him, eyes overflowing, and with trembling fingers pull down my panties. “I’m ready now, Sir. Please… please may I have my spanking?”
He glances at his watch. “Six hours,” he says. “You’re doing better every time.”
— Frenulum
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