I know that I should have been more attentive to your messages…… but today I was a bit distracted and now I know that I may have displeased you.

If I’m honest, I’m rather aroused by the thought that you might walk through the door at any moment and ask me to hand you the cane. Part of me desires contact… any contact… not that I want to be beaten, but even being struck is having attention paid to me.

But part of me wants to be hurt,

to jump at the shock of the welts, to experience the sting of broken skin;

to feel the softness of your tongue gathering the blood, the silken caress of the healing balm;

to be gentled after the punishment and to be taken to screaming orgasm….