Inspired by anticipation.
o0o
Is that the floor falling away?
Or only my stomach?
Is it possible to get lost wandering around a daydream, opening doors, seeing a different spanking behind each; a spanking you can’t get out of your head and want all at once and not at all and over and over again?
What if you can’t decide between craving the mean option and sinking into the lush one?
The only thing for sure is
that
there
will
be
a
sore
red
bottom
on the other side of it
o0o
—M
Scenarios playing out behind door number two,
summoning me to a place,
red in the face
and tingling in the seat…
aching in the one pure truth of what I deserve.