Adele had instinctively thrown in the honorific, sensing that just as Ed was emphasizing her submission by naming her a naughty girl, she wanted to elevate him from her employee to her Master. He nodded, accepting the promotion as his natural right. He needed to project confidence in his instinct that what this woman needed in this moment was to relinquish all power to him, to revel in her submission and accept whatever he chose to mete out to her. The dom accepted the hairbrush, placing it on the carpet next to the chair, and ordered: “Naughty girl, you are to bend over my lap, and not to try to get up until I give you permission.”
The trembling blonde meekly complied, feeling a powerful, confusing sense of deja vu as she repeated the very same act of giving herself over to a higher auth
