I love partners with praise kinks, and an underrated aspect of that is denying you the comfort of punishment, of the agency inherent in transgression.
You don't deserve this; there's nothing you could have done or said that would have meant the pain didn't come. The parts written out for you are victim, to struggle and wail, or the willing iteration of same; your comfort is the injustice of what I do to you, and only that cold truth, while I praise how perfectly you endure it.














