You need a reminder of where your place is, hm? Desperately so, it seems. Not as a punishment, not as a lesson or a correction of your behavior, no, because the slightest bit of stress gets you on edge, so easily irritable, shaking from the tension in your muscles, and bending over my lap for half an hour while I use a paddle on your pretty ass until the bruises hurt for the days to come is just what you need to release that tension, to calm down, to find some peace.
Knowing that - no matter what seemingly unbearable pressure the real, adult world full of responsibilities and possible mistakes puts on your shoulders - you can just let go of all control and take your place next to me, on your knees, give me reins over the sensations you're feeling, whether it be pain or pleasure... And deep bruises on your ass, stinging whenever you sit down, and catching your eye whenever you undress is just the way to achieve that, isn't it?



















