“You know you do. 40.”
“But I really didn’t mean to …”
“You know that doesn’t matter. Hairbrush.”
“It was just a silly …”
“60.”
“Please listen? I …”
“You’re not listening. Bathbrush.”
I know I’m not listening. Why can’t I learn to give up control? With each delay the count or the severity ramps up.
“I’m trying, Mistress!”
“No, you’re not! 80! Do you need 120 with the acrylic paddle again before you accept both your guilt and your discipline?”
A long pause.
“No, Mistress. I am to blame. Please punish me. Severely.”
“Good boy. Bare and bend!”
