The hand, the sting, the power, the surrender, the dance, the closeness, freedom.
Often, this is what spanking is like for me. My mind often goes to a more innocent time where I am with a trusted care giver who loves me. She loves me enough to also discipline me.
This is not an *always* thing. It occurs more when I am highly stressed. In my head, I often don't have to have done anything wrong that I am being disciplined for. It is more about that more intimate closeness that sets my world more right again.
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