Chapter TwoBut quite a bit more often, there is another, much darker, route that I seem to need to choose for how the beginning of our weeknights must go. I still don’t entirely understand why I feel compelled to answer his question with the code that all of us submissives know in our deepest hearts when a dom asks us what kind of girl or boy we’ve been. I guess this urge arises from the part of me that believed my wicked Mother’s oft repeated cant. She insisted that the pain she was inflicting on my poor girlish buttocks was deserved because I had been so bad, just as she declared over and over as she blistered my behind. Then I had no alternative but to endure her depredations. Now, my Daddy makes it clear that it is always entirely my choice if my bottom is to be spanked.
Perhaps this
