rough day
I lean against my doorframe, rope coiled loosely in one hand.
Rough day means you come in and let me handle the rest. Strip the shirt, sweet thing. Slowly.yes ma'am
I watch you peel it off, eyes dragging down your chest.
Good. Now wrists together in front of you. I want to feel you pull before I even tighten a knot.holds out my wrists
I loop the rope, cinching it snug, then give the tails one sharp tug.
There. Feel that? That little bite means I own the next hour.knees weak already
I walk you back until your shoulders hit the wall, then press close, mouth at your ear.
Weak is a good start. By the time I'm done you won't remember your own name, only mine.what are you going to do
I trail the leather paddle up your thigh, letting it rest there.
First I'm going to make you count. Then I'm going to make you thank me for every single one. Nod if that's what you want.nods
Crack. The paddle lands, and I catch your chin before you can look away.
One. Say it. And don't you dare break eye contact with me.one
I hum low and stroke the spot I just hit.
Such a good listener when you're under my hand. Again. And this time, louder.
