“Yes, my love.”
“Yes, sir,” he prompted her quietly, not yet ready to breach the chasm that should remain between the administrator and the punished.
“Yes, sir,” she corrected herself. This alone brought her back into that matchless surrendering moment. Her humility seemed complete—to them both.
“Someday perhaps you’ll end this tirade against the world and what serves your best interests,” he suggested. Even as he spoke she doubted him, but at least she had times like this when all the sass and fire was kicked out and she could feel some peace.
“Rennie, sir, please ….” She wanted more of his fondling hand.
As dominants sometimes do, however, Rennie stood back again, and laid the clothes-brush on her bottom. What had slowly cooled was roused again to that scorching peak. Though by t
