The boi has a punishment tonight.

It is not going to be sweet and pleasant. It isnt going to be a long lecture and slow languid spanking. It is going to be the purging "do NOT hold back" kind of experience. She is sitting over there on the couch right now watching a CSI marathon and zoning. I am sitting over here planning what exactly is in store for her tonight. I am thinking about every detail. I am running through each step from lighting to implements. I want to be sure that it starts with sharpness that grabs her attention the same sharp way it gets her attention when I gently take her upper arm and lead her to the bedroom. One perfect smack...perfectly placed that brings that cringe and whimper that begins the letting go.

Then moving into the steady swats that lower her little by little into herself. Into this part she goes willingly. This is the easy part. This is the floating kind of sinking into Mistress' control part. Increasing intensity of the swats will bring the slight panic and struggle. The realness of loss of control. Implements changing and sometimes two different sensations coming in from each side crescendo into the uncontrollable urge to fight the rising emotions....to not be exposed. The urge crawl back into the hiding place where the darkness has built up and push mightly against the door to keep it from pouring out.

Harder. Harder. Whispers. Orders. Control. Harder. Reassure. More. Let go. Harder. Hanging on barely to the edge.

Then sinking hard and fast. This is not the sinking floating. This is just beyond that. Pulling that door open and letting it wash over her? No. Wash over us. Not alone anymore. Down. Harder. Marking. Harder. Mine. Not theirs anymore. Harder.

Over the edge. Past the fast hard fall. Landing softly against Mistress' breast. Nuzzling. Hiding. Making sure. Safe. Loved. Forgiven. Babied. Protected. Cherished. Owned.