Saturday, February 25, 2006

Angelic

True to form, my girl has been beyond reproach ever since the topic of the cane was broached. She hasn't left so much as a scrap of paper on the stairs, she hasn't forgotten her mobile phone even once, and she has begun to say "Sir" from time to time even though I do not and have never required it of her. She believes she can stay out of trouble forever. For my part, I am proud of her careful attention to her chores and responsibilities and will recall this as proof she can be obedient and well behaved when she so chooses!

Frankly, this is typical. Anna is a good natured girl and she is a joy to share a home and a life with. Her sense of humour is delightful and her childlike exuberance brings me enormous pleasure. However, she is a bit of an imp. Her love of mischief is evident in the eye-sparkle and the crinkles around her eyes when she laughs. I adore these aspects of her personality and I know her careful diligence of late simply cannot last indefinitely. Thank goodness for small miracles. She will inevitably return to her sweetly slightly naughty self and that brings me no end of pleasure for I adore her mischief as much as I adore spanking it out of her temporarily.

Meanwhile, as we take a rest from discipline, it is time to treat my girl as the angel she is choosing to emulate. How shall I reward her?

Anna is Thinking

That is correct. Anna is thinking, as all smart women will do when presented with a puzzle. She is trying to find the loophole; she is trying to find the catch. I like watching her when she doesn't know I'm watching her. The tiny nose crinkled in concentration. She might be thinking of ways to poison my tea without being caught but I think she is trying to decide whether to take me up on my offer or not.

She knows I always tell her the truth. She knows the proposal is clean and honest but she cannot stop herself from trying to find a way around it. I don't blame her. Her fear is honest too and no one likes to be confronted with fears before they are ready.

Before embarking on a relationship that involves BDSM and power exchange it is essential to draw boundaries and limits both hard and soft, and they must be respected. Soft limits are up for debate. Hard limits are not.

The cane has been a hard limit for Anna from the very beginning and for this reason I would never ever use it on her without her consent. My proposal is designed to give her an easy introduction should she ever want to test her own limits. I want her to accept it like a parent wants a child to learn to walk. I want her to face what frightens her and I want her to trust me completely, even with the things she finds most terrifying.

I also want her to move at her own pace and I am enjoying watching her mull. Whatever she decides I am rewarded by the very fact that she is thinking so hard.

I suspect she will continue to ponder like this until the next time she requires a spanking. But there is no way for me to nudge her along right now. She is behaving like a perfect angel. Imagine that.

Wednesday, February 22, 2006

Anna is Afraid

Anna is afraid of being caned. She made this fact known to me very early on in our relationship as we were testing and determining boundaries.

Anna is not a slave, and she is able to speak her mind freely as long as she does so respectfully, a standard to which I also hold myself. As I began to test her limits early on, she confessed almost immediately an absolute terror of being caned. Like many, she has seen too many photographs, I believe, of bottoms welted-bruised-and-bloody by brutal canings, and sensibly wanted no part of this.

As I have said before, consent is an overarching permission and Anna has given me consent to make decisions for her, even decisions which she disagrees with. Negotiations and discussions about discipline do not occur when discipline is due or in progress because this is not a time for rational conversation, but Anna is welcome and free to express her fears and desires to me at any other time. This is how the discussion of caning arose. She wanted me to know even before the idea ever entered my head that she was terribly afraid of being caned.

For that reason, I have never used a cane for discipline. There is an important and essential difference between the nervous anticipation that I intentionally cultivate, as compared to genuine terror. Anna is genuinely terrified of being caned. I understand her fear and would never violate her trust by exploiting this fear.

However. (Ah, you knew there was a however, didn't you?)




However, I do have a cane and I do know how to use it properly. A lovely smooth piece of doweling, whippy and springy and light, that innocently holds a tapestry on the wall. It peeks out from behind the Laos needlework and eyes Anna longingly, in its pithy core a burning jealousy. It is jealous of Slipper. It is jealous of Wooden Spoon. Jealous of Paddle. And Hairbrush and Bathbrush and Belt. They have all known the joy that is bouncing against Anna's bottom and it fears it will never get to experience this pleasure.

Wielded correctly and traditionally, a cane leaves five perfectly parallel red lines, crossed through by a sixth. The lines should be of even weight and length on each cheek and raise no blood whatsoever. They should not stray above or below the curve of the bottom. Forgive my boasting, but I know how to wield this implement with precision. She who receives it will experience a searing sting with each stroke but a cane is not meant to be the instrument of sheer torture Anna fears it is.



I'm sorry, Cane, please forgive me. We have to keep our promises.

What's that you say? Oh dear, yes, you are quite right about that. She would look absolutely stunning with six sweet red stripes. But Cane, I made a promise.

Now don't tell me. I know you are no more cruel than the others. But she doesn't know that, you see. Fears are not always rational.

You want me to talk to her about it again? Goodness, aren't you insistent!

Alright, I'll mention you to her again, but you are to accept her decision no matter what. Is that clear?



Anna my love, I have a proposal for you. You may, if you feel so inclined, trade in your entire next spanking for just one stroke with the cane.

If you accept this offer, we will discuss the experience afterward, and you may decide whether you will or will not continue to allow further experiments with the cane.

This offer is openended and you are not required to make a decision immediately. Any time prior to your next spanking, whenever that may be, will be fine, up to and including the last minute. If you decline the offer now, you may consider it open indefinitely.

The one stroke, if you accept it, will be delivered at exactly the same velocity as a standard caning. It will not be increased to make up for it replacing an entire spanking, and it will not be reduced to entice you to experiment further. It will be an honest and accurate representation of the experience of being caned.

Above all, Anna, this is your decision to make. I will love you no more (for that would be impossible!) or no less, regardless. Give it a thought my girl.



There you are, Cane, I've asked her. Now are you satisfied?

Tuesday, February 21, 2006

Give My Regards to McGee

At last my new digital camera has arrived from McGee's in Donegal. As it was meant to be a Christmas gift from us to us, it has certainly taken its time in arriving. Nevertheless I shan't look a Christmas gift horse in the mouth, no matter how tardy, and shall resolve in the future to provide pictorial evidence of my yarns as I spin them.

Monday, February 20, 2006

Medical Attentions


Daddy's little one said...

Sometimes I bestow sexual attentions upon her at times when she feels she does not want them, for example, during medical attentions which I often insist upon.

**perks!**

Medical attentions you say? Please do tell.


Ah, you want to hear about the medical attentions. Well, I'm not a doctor, little one, so there's only so much I can do at home to take care of my girl's health. But I'm an old-fashioned man and there are a few tricks I know that I like to do on a regular basis. You see, taking care of my girl at home lets her know that I am intimately familiar with every part of her body. She may hide nothing.

It is important, for example, to monitor her temperature, particularly when she is ill, but also on a weekly basis just to keep an eye on things. You know, of course, that I do not put the thermometer in her mouth! It is important to get the most accurate reading possible.

She is also subjected to a weekly check-up. Again, I am not a doctor so my version of a check-up involves paying attention to how everything looks and feels, and watching for anything that changes. I have never found any cause for concern, and it is my fondest hope that this remains true forever. However, I won't let her good health deter me from continuing to examine her - a task that is most enjoyable.

Along with the thermometer, (did you know you can purchase extra wide ones?) I also own two specula, similar to the picture above. I know the very sight of these instruments is enough to make most women cringe, and the same is certainly true of my girl. However, it really is the best way to make a thorough check and also a delightful way to make a girl blush and squirm. I examine her front and back or shall I say top to bottom? *grins* She is completely undressed when I am giving her a check-up.

She must lie on her back for the first exam, in which I examine her breasts. Just as doctors have taught women to do for years, I will feel her entire breast in small circles checking for any irregularities. Around and around, not touching the nipple, which rises to attention in spite of being neglected so. If she has been a good girl, I will eventually give that nipple some attention too, gentle touches followed by more firm ones, featherly light and then some firmer pinches and tugs.


For the next part of this exam, she lies back on the bed and I part her legs and insert the spec gently with plenty of lubricant. She is required to hold still. When she is held open wide, I will insert fingers to feel inside her and examine her thoroughly. It is important during this type of examination to watch her face closely to see if she feels any pain at any of my touches. It is normal for this exam not to be painful, unless of course, we count the fact that she finds it painfully embarrassing. It also helps ease the stress when little butterfly touches are applied gently and lightly.

When this part of the check-up is over, she is flipped over to lie on her tummy. I place pillows beneath her stomach to raise her bottom up into the air (also a delicious position for spanking and sexual adventures, but I digress). Again, she is required to hold still for this part of the examination, and she must also force herself to relax, a mind-over-matter type of trick that she is sometimes unsuccessful at accomplishing. Nevermind, if she misbehaves, she is in the right position for a swat or two to help her focus on my instructions. I always instruct her to take some deep breaths, close her eyes, and keep breathing.

There is a different speculum for this exam, smaller and shaped correctly for her little bottom. Again, lubricant is applied first to make insertion comfortable and painless. These exams are not meant to hurt her, only to continue to illustrate to her how much careful attention I am paying her.

The speculum is inserted slowly and then opened to stretch the area. It is important not to stretch too far too fast because this is a delicate place. But with gentle and continuous pressure she should slowly be made to feel very exposed and very vulnerable. By this point, my girl will be burying her face in the pillow and placing her hands around her head. She is thoroughly embarrassed by this procedure no matter how many times I have subjected her to it, and this is exactly the reaction I want her to have. She is meant to feel completely opened to me, literally and figuratively, to ensure her understanding of the completeness of my attentions.

Again, fingers are inserted to feel around and test for pain or discomfort. Again, it is normal for the embarrassment to be tangible but the physical sensations to bring no pain. It is not a punishment. It is another demonstration of my love. I continue to stroke her and bring her closer to climax. She is not permitted to resist or to move.

When this exam is complete, the spec is closed and I slide it out. I can hear her breathe a sigh of relief but her check-up is not over. Often, I feel, it is good for her health to receive an enema.

Assuming the enema is not a punishment, but simply for the promotion of good health, I will use clear warm water. Warm water is easiest on the insides and I will only fill the bag about half-full because this type of enema is not meant to cause significant discomfort (unlike a punishment enema). Anna remains lying on her tummy with her bottom raised up high. The nozzle of the enema slips in easily, following the attentions of the spec, and I seat it deeply inside her and hang the bag above her head on the hook.

I click the valve open and let the water begin a slow drip into her. It is meant to move slowly, filling her with warmth but not making her feel pain. I rub her back and her bottom and watch the bag empty. During this type of enema, if she begins to feel too full, I will stop the drip and give her time to relax and accept the water she has taken thus far before starting it up again. I will also allow her to change positions if she needs to. Often she prefers to lie on her left side which seems to make it easier and more comfortable for her. When she gets more full, I will allow her to take a new position, on her knees with her bottom way up high and her head down low. She finds this position allows her to hold the water more comfortably, and I never have any objections to seeing her take this beautiful pose!

After she has been a good girl and accepted the half-bag of water, I remove the nozzle. For a punishment enema, I would now insert the plug to force her to hold the water longer, but because it is only for her health, she isn't holding as much water and a plug is not necessary. She can hold it on her own. She takes deep breaths to help control her insides.

I turn her over, then, onto her back. I'm sure you know it is very healthy for a woman-girl to be sexually fulfilled, and this is a wonderful time to take care of that aspect of her health. Again, I part her legs and give her gentle butterfly touches and then kisses. Gentle nibbles and licks increasing in speed and pressure. A few little nips. She wants to resist this but she cannot. She is not permitted. And her body betrays her, making her arousal clear and obvious. Her back arches up, lifting her off the pillows beneath her, discomfort and embarrassment completely forgotten. I make her wait, testing her obedience, stopping and starting and teasing until I give her permission to climax against my mouth, shuddering and crying. What a healthy girl! (When she is being punished, she is not permitted this climax.)

When she has been a good girl and climaxed on command, she will be released. I allow her to go to the washroom then to get rid of the water.

After that, I bathe her. We must remove the various lubricants (personal and commercial) and get her clean. I sit on the edge of the bathtub while she bathes, washing her with a soapy washcloth, shampooing her hair, and making sure no spot is missed.

That is how I take care of my girl, medically speaking, and her good health seems to be a testament to its effectiveness.

Who's being punished now?

I do not generally mix sexual pleasure with discipline, although I am always tempted. I try to keep our lifestyle as real as possible for my girl, and I wish to avoid confusion.

When she has misbehaved, she is punished soundly and she is not rewarded with any sexual enjoyment. In fact, not only do I refrain from pleasuring her but I forbid her from pleasuring herself as well. I know that after a punishment is over she may be tempted to do so, but I feel it is a better lesson learned if she must also live with that unfulfilled ache until I decide to take care of it.

I control her sexually. That is, I decide when she will and will not receive sexual pleasures. Sometimes I bestow sexual pleasures upon her at times when she feels she does not want them, for example, during medical attentions which I often insist upon. Likewise, I will at times deny her as part of a punishment or as a test of her obedience. Because of her misbehaviour today she was sent to bed early and without.

I dressed her in her little pajamas and tucked her into bed. I brushed her hair back from her eyes and kissed her little upturned face, smelling sweetly of toothpaste and soap. Goodnight my girl. I love you.

I could hear her after I turned off the light and retreated to the reading room. She wasn't ready to sleep as it was only 9:00, but naughty girls are always sent to bed early. She was restless, tossing and turning and sighing out loud. I know she wanted to touch herself but she knew better than to disobey after the day she'd had. Time eventually won out and she fell asleep. That was at least three hours ago now. She knows that tomorrow, if she behaves nicely, she will be taken care of.

That leaves one of us still wide awake and hungry, and that one behaved himself most impeccably today. That one now is still awake as it approaches 2am, thoughts filled with pretty pretty pictures of the day's events wiggling in his head. Now I ask you, who's being punished? *groans*

Sunday, February 19, 2006

Categorizing Discipline

I'm a man who works with numbers. I like to keep things organized, categoried and sorted. It's the way my mind works.

So I will need to be clear that Anna's latest need for discipline was categorized under "Disobedience and Disrespect". It is rare to have an entry in this column as Anna is most often very obedient and respectful. I am displeased when behaviour lands in this category.

Most commonly, her transgressions fall under a category I call "Not Taking Care of Yourself". Like many submissive women I have met, she suffers at times from the belief that she does not deserve the care, kindness and consideration due all human beings. She often neglects her own needs in order to make achievements she feels are necessary or sacrifices her own feelings for someone else's. I call this not taking care of herself. As her Daddy, I do all I can to take care of her, but she is required to help me in every way she can.

Examples of not taking are of herself usually include things like taking on more work than she can reasonable handle, or overextending herself emotionally to provide for the needs of friends or colleagues. Sometimes not taking care of herself can express itself physically too, like not taking her vitamin pills. Once, I caught Anna painting a windowsill in the stairwell, atop a twenty-foot freestanding ladder with no one holding it. You can imagine I was not pleased to see this in the least.

Anna's other common category of transgression is "Forgetful". Anna can be very forgetful, and at times this creates problems for her. She misses appointments that she doesn't write down. She forgets to take her cell phone with her when she leaves the house. I attribute this to her artistic nature, often consumed with transcendant thoughts that do not touch upon the boring and pedantic world of schedultes, appointments and responsibilities. I strive to help her improve upon this.

I believe that delivering a punishment requires careful thought and planning in order for it to be effective. I rarely haul my girl across my lap for a spanking without forethought. I do not believe in reacting emotionally in this arena, as being entrusted with the discipline of an adult is a weighty responsibility. I must do what is best for her and I must do it with care.

When Anna is not taking care of herself, a spanking must be delivered lovingly. Her mistake is of not loving herself enough, and so my spanking must show her how much I love her, in spite of the pain it causes. A spanking for not taking care of herself is administered slowly. She is given time, beforehand, to think of what she did wrong. We discuss it at length before the spanking begins. I tell her repeatedly how much I love her, and why it is that I require her to love herself. How valuable and precious she is to me. This spanking is delivered in layers. A layer of punishment followed by a layer of love. After a layer of spanks, I will stroke her sore bottom and tell her again, I love you my girl. You will not mistreat the people I love, and I love you first and foremost. And another layer of discipline, and then more love and so forth. The design of this spanking is not accidental. The pain of the punishment drives the message of love deeper into her heart.

When Anna's mistake is forgetfulness, my spanking is designed to imprint a memory. Literally, I want her to remember her smarting bottom every time she walks out the front door so that she will never walk through it again without first checking if her cell phone is with her. Imprinting a memory is similar to imprinting my love. It works in layers. The layer of spanks is followed by rest, during which time I will tell her again why she must always remember the lesson I am teaching. I will talk to her during this type of spanking again too, with the words matching the rhythem of the spanks, but I don't believe she absorbs much of what I say during the spanking, and that is why it is important to stop and have her listen between rounds.

I usually allow rest between rounds for a few reasons. The first is that no one can hear much while in the throes of pain, and so the verbal message is lost unless I stop to talk to her. The second reason is to keep her sense of panic under control. The longer I spank without rest, the more panicked she becomes as the pain increases. I purposely allow her to panic a little, but this only takes 10-20 sharp slaps before she reaches that level. Then I stop to let her regain her composure, to listen to what I am telling her and have her respond to me verbally. And then I continue. In layers like that. It keeps her focused on the
reason for the spanking which is more important, in most cases, than the pain it creates. The pain is only a tool for driving the lesson home. The squirming and the tears and the red bottom are just a pretty little side benefit for me to enjoy. :)





Now, about the Disrespect and Disobedience spanking. It's different. It's a rare event but I have a plan for it too, and it follows different rules. Speaking rudely and being disobedient are deliberate tests, in my opinion. Anna has submitted herself to my authority voluntarily, and I believe that when she is mouthy to me or disobeys me willfully, she is checking to see if I am paying attention to her, if I will hold her accountable for her behaviour or not. And I must assure her that I will.

I wash her mouth out with soap when she speaks to me disrespectfully. What she said to me was, "Oh Gaelin, shut up," when I told her she was looking tired and perhaps needing an early bedtime. She knows better than to say, "shut up", even when she is in adult mindset, as she clearly was at this moment. I took her by the arm and led her to washroom where I squeezed soap into my hand and washed her mouth thoroughly. She, of course, hates this passionately and blushed furiously and her eyes filled with tears. But then things got out of control.

She is not permitted to resist such types of discipline. She shows her respect by obeying and doing as is expected of her. With the ritual of mouthwashing, she is expected to hold her mouth open and allow me to wash it, and then she is sent to the corner for twenty minutes to think about what she did.

Usually, that is the extent of this sort of punishment. It is intended to bring her back to her little girl mindset and remind her that she must speak to me with respect at all times. She is always permitted to disagree with me but it must be done respectfully, and I never speak to her disrespectfully either.

Instead of submitting to the mouthwashing nicely, Anna bit my hand and tried to walk away. This is very unusual behaviour from her. Poor dear, she forgets that she weighs a hundred and two pounds and is only 5'3''! I pinned her hands behind her back and finished washing her mouth without further biting.

Then, I sent her to the corner for the standard twenty minutes, as I'm sure she was expecting. Only this time I pulled her jeans and panties down to her ankles while she stood there.

Of course she knew she would be spanked. She cried quietly in the corner while I set the timer. Sometimes twenty minutes of waiting for a spanking is worse punishment than the spanking itself. The anticipation is part of the punishment.

I believe in taking time to calm down before administering a spanking. I never
ever spank Anna when I am angry. It is essential that I am clearheaded when disciplining her so that I do not push her too far. I outweigh her by almost a hundred pounds and I could hurt her severely if I wasn't attentive to her reactions. So I took that twenty minutes to take a few deep breaths and ensure I was calm. By the time twenty minutes had elapsed she was trembling and I was completely cool. As it should be. The timer rang and I told her to come to me.

A spanking administered for disrespect and disobedience is not layered. She does not get the grace of time between layers to compose herself. I say all that needs to be said beforehand:

Anna, I will not tolerate disrespect in your words or your actions. I have never, in all the years we have been married, spoken to you disrespectfully, and I will never accept it in return. You will never try to bite my hand again, I will not have you walk away from me while I am disciplining you. Your behaviour indicates that you need a big spanking and so you will get one. Come here.

There was no resistance this time. She had to know that she could only make things worse for herself by being disobedient now, and she lay herself meekly across my lap, the tears already flowing. I am moved, to my soul, by her tears. But I never let them stay me from doing what I know is right for her special little girl heart.

When she is spanked for disobedience and disrespect, I spank her fast. I usually use my rubber-soled slipper, which I am loathe to wear, but which makes an absolutely perfect spanking implement. It turns a bottom bright red in seconds but leaves no lasting marks. I spank her fast and there is no need to spank hard for this to be effective. A light flick of the wrist, quickly and repeatedly and her bottom reddens within seconds. It is necessary for this kind of spanking, (and for most) to pin her arms behind her back. She is unable to to avoid flailing. It is also necessary to cover her legs with one of mine so that she will not buck and kick beyond my ability to hold her. I am fortunate that she is a small woman because she is strong! But a disobedience and disrespect spanking comes with less mercy for her sense of panic and I spank quickly and for a long time to ensure her entire bottom is stinging fiercely. I also deliver a few to the tender backs of her pretty thighs to make a lasting impression. This kind of spanking causes Anna to scream at first. I know it is painful but this kind of pain is different than a heavy spanking with her wooden paddle. This spanking is all about
sting.

I know it hurts darling, but it leaves no lasting marks, no long lasting pain. The bottom is bright red right now, but it will be only pink in an hour, and completely back to normal within two hours.

I know it hurts, darling. It's meant to.

She screams at first as her panic rises. There is no break to compose herself. The spanking is fast. She screams and struggles but I do not stop. I hold her tightly pinned and spank her relentlessly. She is meant to feel that sense of panic, that fear that I won't stop, that fear that I will take her beyond her ability to handle the pain. I love to watch her bottom clench and unclench as it strives to hide from my slipper, though she can barely move.

I watch her reactions carefully, though I'm sure she feels unsafe at this moment, I am measuring her behaviour precisely. The screaming is normal and expected. It earns her no mercy. I carry on until it changes. I will lighten the spanks but keep them coming fast. Adding sting on top of sting means by the end I can be barely brushing her bottom and she will still feel the heat. Her voice eventually gets hoarse and she stops shrieking and starts sobbing. Her bottom, by this point, is absolutely brilliantly red, a lovely sight to behold if you've never seen such a thing. (I
must get that camera!) The struggling will eventually subside somewhat as well, and change from fierce kicking to a general tension, slowly releasing as the sobbing takes over her body.

This is the right place to slow and then stop, as her body submits. As her spirit submits. When I release her arms and legs, she doesn't get up from my lap, but continues to lie across it, crying. Her embarrassment and self-consciousness are completely forgotten and she allows me this lovely view while she cries and cries.

When she has cried herself out, I pull her up to sit upon my lap. The heat of her bottom I can feel clear through my clothing. She sits gingerly and snuggles up under my chin like a baby, sobs reduces to shuddering breaths and then returning to calm and easy breathing. I rub her back and tell her how much I love her.

There is a conflictual feeling, spanking someone you love so dearly. I adore her and I hate to hurt her. But loving her and knowing this is something she needs makes it absolutely necessary. The fact that I am a Daddy at heart makes it the most natural thing in the world to spank my wife when she misbehaves, but also the most natural thing in the world to feel pangs at hurting her. The sight of her beautiful round bottom reddened and quivering under my touch is poetic to my sadistic nature, as are her tears soaking through the legs of my pants.

Though our relationship is a choice we have made together, that we both believe is best for us, it is not pretend. She chooses to accept my discipline and dominance over her, and yet, she cannot help but resist it at times. It is human nature. She cannot help but test me. And I cannot help but respond by proving that I will never hesitate to discpline her when I feel it is right for her.

While she is floating in what some call sub-space, I hold her gently. I stroke her hair, I rub her back, I kiss her eyelashes.

As she returns to earth, it is time again to ensure the lesson has not been lost in the pain of the spanking or the bliss of the afterglow.

Stand up Anna.

I apply vaseline to her bottom, gently. One finger. Then two. Stretching her bottom. She is embarrassed now, acutely aware of the colour she is wearing and the heat she is exuding. Her face matches her bottom prettily. She sulkily looks away when I try to watch her face over her shoulder.

I insert the bottom plug, gently but not too slowly, for it is meant to impart a lesson of its own. She will wear it for the rest of the evening until bedtime. Every time she sits or moves it will provide a reminder that she belongs to me. Her heart is mine, her tears are mine, her bottom is mine. I will treasure them all and treat with respect and care. She will remember what she has learned today. Until the next time.



Wednesday, February 15, 2006

I Always Keep My Promises

Naughty thing. I can tell when things have difficult at work or when you are feeling overwhelmed with too much to do in too little time. I can tell because you become more short-tempered and your natural impatience and zeal for life develops a temporary, but brittle edge. You want things done immediately. You ask if we might go for a walk tonight and begin to sigh impatiently as soon as I ask you to wait twenty minutes. It's only twenty minutes my love.

Your pout, when I remind you to remove your playbook from the stairs before I am moved to remind you, is such a pretty little pout, though entirely uncalled for. You know the rules, don't you? The fact you possess the prettiest pout I have ever seen does not permit you to use it recklessly!

Now you've gone to shower and prepare for bed, and I am preparing to keep my promises to you. Do you recall the promises?

I promise that when I sense you are in need of release, I will provide it.
I promise that when you misbehave you will always be held accountable.
I promise you that I'm paying attention, unwaveringly.

Tonight I will keep my promises, all, before you sleep.

Happy Valentines Day my precious girl.
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