No one likes a naughty girl, or so some say.
You’re too forward, too friendly, too, too much of whatever it is you are and have always been. And so you come to despise parts of you and push them down. No one will ever be able to handle all of you, all the chipped away and cracked pieces you’ve attempted to fix and reshape into some acceptable semblance of what will be tolerated.
But inwardly, there’s the little girl who just wanted to be wanted, who craved the approval and devotion of men who were weak vessels themselves.
And so you just kept searching when you would hear the unrelenting, fierce siren’s call of someone’s attention. It would find you in a tempest-tossed sea of “enough”- Young enough? Thin enough? Beautiful enough?
You would chase it until, finally, exhausted and at the end of yourself, you turned and saw Him, only Him.
Your Master knew the only means to reach you. It was an auld way, but often those are the best ways. His hands mixed pleasure and delicious pain until you knew, again and again, that His soul approved of you, desired you, wanted you, and yes, loved you. You came to understand that the wandering promised only lies and hollow hearts. You spoke your gratitude for His devoted discipline.
And finally, gratefully, you were home.
Rule Number 15: i will thank my Master for the discipline and punishments I receive, specifying what i received and expressing the reason as to why i was given them.
