As humiliating as it may be to lay over his knee, at least there he can't see the scowl. One wouldn't want to give him reason to administer additional punishment, after all.
Kyria's story began here Kyria drew herself taller as she returned Master Cyrus’s stare across the council chamber. She shivered just as she had the last time she had faced him down, and she hoped that her heavy robes would conceal that sign of fear. Was that a smirk she saw? The shadows made it … Continue reading The Apprentice: The Academy, Part 2
I've seen mirrors used to give the spanker or spankee views of the proceedings in ways they might not otherwise get to . . .enjoy. However, I haven't seen much that would compare to the sinking feeling of catching a glance of an unexpected observer.
I once made the mistake(?) of referring to spanking as a game when discussing the matter with friends for whom it is an integral part of their relationship. I'd hit a nerve, that was clear, and let the subject drop. While I could see her point entirely, I'm not so sure my position has changed. … Continue reading This Game We Play
That feeling of waiting for him- knowing what he will do- does he know how that feels? Of course not- his waiting is entirely different. But if he did know- would he still insist on it?
She looked down at her drink, her eyes following a bead of condensation as it joined the ring forming at the base, adding yet another circle to the pattern she was painstaking laying across the tabletop in a vain attempt to distract herself from what she was about to do. Circles spiralled out from where … Continue reading Losing It
After hiding so much for so long, there is no feeling quite like being truly seen.