A change in energy,
vibrant promise filling the air.
His hand on my bottom, tenderly
for a moment, then not there.
His hand no longer gentle,
my bottom turn warm and red.
He spanked me again until…
“Nothing to see here,” he said.
The sting… I want to move, I moan.
He held my hand, “stand still!”
I smile, his dominance, well-known;
bending myself, happily, to his will.
After a ‘drought’ of far too long, something changed. It started with the playful pinching of my nipples the one night, and continued to an unexpected spanking (and more) the next.
It was only when I took the photos of a rope challenge that I realized Master T had left my bottom marked. No spectacular marks like I had in the past, but those pin-prick bruises had me on cloud nine all day long!
I’m catching up with reading your blog again….good to see that MrT did a nice spanking (i am a but jealous ;-))
Who knows, maybe one day… 😉
Oh how wonderful! A little rain after a dry spell is magical 🌸
Sweetgirl ❤
It sure is, thanks Sweet!
This is a gorgeous image and I am so excited for you at the way things are changing ?
Thank you and thank you. I am the woman with the permanent smile on her face 😉
Beautiful image Marie and I love looking back at marks left too, very sexy reminder.
It absolutely is 😉
Wonderful! we like marks 😉
May xx
Yes, we do 🙂 xox
pin pircks? what was that bottom being spanked with?
Haha just a hand 😉
Yay! Happy you got some play!
Thank you! Me too 🙂
Sounds like you had a very good time and possibly waiting for more…..
Most definitely waiting for more 😉
Lovely to read … especially your “After a drought” sentences.
Lovely post … lovely photo !!!
Xxx – K
I definitely have to write about it! As always, thanks for your comment, K 🙂 xox