ellie-prose:It hurts, it stings. I yelp and try so hard not to squirm too much. Every blow every s
ellie-prose: It hurts, it stings. I yelp and try so hard not to squirm too much. Every blow every strike, prone over your knee and helpless. A grown woman, bent over with my reddening cheeks in the air, enduring strike after painful strike. Held down, your hand tangled in my hair, pressing down between my shoulders; controlling my vulnerability. You make me count, a breathless, cry, marking off each and every one. You make me ask for more, beg for more, please Sir. You keep me in my place, correct me, correct my behavior. When you came in, when you sat down, i could have walked away. When you sat down and with a stern and hurt expression ordered me to climb up onto your lap and present myself for you correction I made the choice to comply. At your mercy, under your control and no one else’s. You take me in hand but all of the time we both know. I put myself here. © Ellie Prose. -- source link