Corner time destroys one's sense of time. It would be much easier if one could see how much time had, or hadn't passed. There is an exquisite torture, however, in knowing that the time is only barely out of one's line of sight. Perhaps it's worth a peek. . .he might not notice, right?
I think I might actually prefer staring at the wall.
I don't think I could possibly have the energy to get into this sort of position in the morning. Not even if ordered to do so by a very scary spanker.
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?