Here’s what I’ve learned this week.

Writing fiction is fun and I’d like to do more of it.
You guys liked the fiction too.
So did he, and it inspired a homemade breakfast… no-name diner style.
The real world is still better.
Physical restraints aren’t necessary.

Tumblr, let me tell you something.  I always liked the idea of being tied down, because I could never picture myself as a girl who would just lay there and take it.  You want to give me a spanking?  You’ll have to work for it.  You think you’re going to whip my pussy?  I’d like to see you try - these thighs are a steel trap. Want to get inside my mind?  Good. Fucking. Luck.

That was hubris, my friends. Pure ego.

I have found someone with the physical and mental strength to actually dish out what’s been coming to me. I am small, and am far weaker than he is.  He can hold me down, spread me open, and tell me to look at how exposed my pussy is before giving it a good smack, and there’s nothing I can do about it. And he can get me to a mental place where I promise to be still and quiet, offer my bottom up willingly for more punishment, and let him have his way with me, if only he’ll let me breathe for a moment. A place where I call him Sir naturally, because he’s earned it. And Monday night, he did all of that and more.  His hand still stung the next day, as did most of my body.  And I never saw it coming.

Thank you, Sir.

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