(jk it is)
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
I’ve had spanking rampant on my brain today. Shocking, I know, but I was really really lost in my head today. So, you know. Enjoy.
o0o
Ouch. “That stings!”
I gently twisted away from him, but carefully so the pressure isn’t any worse. His grip was fierce today.
“Good.”
He twisted harder, manhandling my entire body over his lap with only two fingers and a firm grip on my ear.
o0o
—M
I suppose this is more of a rambling?
o0o
Get spanked. Crash.
Get spanked. Crash.
There can be no drop without a high but in the absence of either, what’s the point?
In reality, the more connecting the moment is, the worse it’ll feel to be away from that moment.
Get spanked. Be seen.
Full stop. No crash. The value doesn’t go away because time moves you further away from the being seen. Revel in it and be gentle.
The crash can be a slide instead. Gradual. Sloping. A soft landing.
o0o
—M