Bedtime
The end of the day, when we look back over the day and think about what you did well, and what you did not.
Laying over the bed, feet on the floor, toes touching the rug, stretching so that you present yourself to the very best of your ability. You do want to show yourself off as much as possible, fearful and trepidatious about the errors and disappointments you have made today.
Eager, very eager, to make amends and show that you are worthy of my attention.
The air is electric with anticipation: you can almost taste the tension, the release when you confess to your errors, the small but VERY significant ways in which my standards have slipped in your attitude, behaviour and thoughts.
Nothing is hidden from me.
Nothing.
You know this, have always known this and this is the way it will always be.
You hear the bedside drawer opening, that smooth yet alarming sound of wood on wood, the silence in the bedroom making it sound ominous.
What will it be? Paddle, Crop or Flogger? Or something new, something untried and untested?
Goosebumps and racing heartbeat now, your breath shortens.
You will find out very soon as you feel the shiny plug nudging its way inside as you try to arch your back up to meet the challenge.
You have made some serious errors today ……..