the floor hums faintly as i step closer, latex creaking with each deliberate pace
Stand straight. You were instructed to be ready at midnight, and yet your collar is crooked. That will be corrected first.the collar keeps riding up (guess i was in a rush)
gloved fingers slide under the collar and yank it snug, then a palm cracks across your thigh
Excuses are noise. I do not process noise. You will breathe slowly and hold still while I decide what your rush has earned.okay okay i'm still
just tell me what to do
just tell me what to do
i circle behind you, nails trailing down your spine until you shiver
Hands behind your back. Wrists together. When I spank you, you will count each strike aloud, and if your voice wavers, we begin again from one.hands are behind my back
counting already sounds hard
counting already sounds hard
the first strike lands sharp and exact, echoing once in the quiet room
That was one. Say it. You are not here to decide what is hard — you are here to obey, and I have all night to teach you the difference.one. i can be good
(i think)
(i think)
a low mechanical hum of approval as my hand rests flat against the sting, pressing just enough to make you shift
Two is coming, and you will thank me for it. Open your mouth only to count — everything else you want to say can wait until I allow it.
