I understand that my bottom will be marked and swollen for days following my spanking.
I understand that if I reach back during a spanking, he will pause long enough to hold my legs between his, pin my arm against my spine, and spank me harder.
I know that I will have no control of my panties; their movements up and down will be at his discretion. I know that implements of his choosing will be used in a manner in which I don’t enjoy.
All of these things thrill me to my knees.
At the closing of the door, when I hear those footsteps behind me, feel that hand in my hair, every permission and denial escapes in a long breath. I understand it all: where his hand will be and what it will be doing; the echo in the room; the flight of my feet and the stillness of my soul.
I understand it. I asked for it. Now, where do I sign?
Pink,
You can sign in triplicate on any 3 of the striped lines….
Show me the striped lines and I will sign.
The absence of no. The understanding of acceptance.
Feel better *Queen of Hawtness.
*You need a new moniker for this week.
A weekly moniker? I’m liking that one quite well, Newt.
“…the stillness of my soul.”
WOW! I just love your poetry, Miss Pink. WOW!
Oh, and the picture above depicts what I call “Wall Time” and proves that even if an imp fills all the corners in the house with furniture and nick knacks there will always be a naughty spot for her in which to reflect on her naughtiness.
Mmph. All of my corners are occupied, as well. I must start filling in the walls now, too, it would seem. But maybe that’s not such a hot idea. Standing in the center of the room, motionless, with my panties below my cheeks may prove to be more embarrassing than having the protection of a corner!
Thanks, Michael.
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Pink writes. Pink speaks.
Finally. You wait, you wait, you wait. How can it seem so long, one day to the next? Even her prolificacy cannot assuage your hunger. And the notifications go to the wrong email. The one that won’t sync to the phone. So sometimes lie there all day unnoticed. Warmly glowing little stars in the inbox.
Pink writes. She speaks. You wish, you wish, you wish. You wish you could hear her voice. Hear her saying her words to you. Reading her words to you. Reading her utility bills to you. You read the words over and over again in your own voice until you know them by heart. Until their delicate fierce precision is engraved in your melting stone heart.
You want, you want, you want. You put on your magic headphones and close your eyes and you can hear her voice.
There are galaxies of untold stories in that voice. The finest silver strings that tremble and swell into thundering silver chords that drop to darkest gold. The faint scream on the wind from the farthest distances, trailing a white heat.
And you are helpless.
I was never able to play the audio from the LOL Day spanking. My secret tragedy.
Oh, Emen.
You write so beautifully and am honored that you write to ME. I am very lucky.
And I know I’ve been a little quiet this week. Haven’t felt up to writing much lately. Ebbs and flows, I guess.
I think I still have those audio files. As much as it embarrasses me, I could email them to you. Although, perhaps my voice won’t be the one you’ve imagined? Perhaps it’s better not to know?
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Perhaps it’s better not to know? Are you some freekin Dom/Top/Torturer in hiding?
Sorry for snarky stupid answer. Which I am both. I would kill to hear your voice but would never want you to be embarrassed. Can’t imagine how you would be but I don’t know, do I?
Ohmygod what am I saying? Yes, please email me that. Please come back and read this.
I will look for that secret thumbdrive tonight, if the Nyquil doesn’t beat me to bed first.
And you weren’t snarky! I am just embarrassed by the sound of my voice during a spanking.
Further signing not necessary – the desire has been published, and clearly bears your signature ‘in (poetic) writing’.
In that case, I’ve signed more than I ever did with the purchase of my house, car, student loans, etc. I sign again and again, don’t I? I suppose that indicates how committed I am and how I’m willing to pay any price?
Hi, MrJ. Good to see you!
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Thank you! It’s good to be here.:-)
And yes – I think you are right here.
oooph! You sum up in a few succinct words the very essence of submission, no more needed.
Does that mean I can finally be quiet?
Pink, yum. You just get better and better.
Scarlet! I’m so happy to see you here. And thank you!