Don't Think

"I don't think I can do this."

"That's okay; I will help you through it, and you can safeword if you need to."

"But what if I panic?"

"Panic is okay. I *expect* you to panic. I'm giving you no warmup, and the pain is so overwhelming from the start, that *of course* you will panic. But you will get through it because I expect you to."

The tears began to trickle forth as she repeated, "I don't think I can do this."

"I know you don't think you can. But do you deserve the spanking?"

"Yes, sir."

"Do you agree it is fair?"

"Yes, sir."

"Were you in fact disobedient?"

"Yes, sir."

"Do I have the right to tie you down and use the hair brush?"

"Yes, sir."

"Go ahead and ask me to punish you."

She hated this part. She hesitated, trying to get the words past her tongue. She still didn't think she could do this.

She had forgotten what he held in his hand... the loopy johnny flashed across her legs.

Her eyes got big, and her tongue unglued. "Okay sir, I'll ask!"

"Go right ahead."

"Sir, please punish me for disobeying you. I'm very sorry and I want you to remind me how stupid that was."

"Does it actually matter if you don't think you can do this?"

"No, sir."

"Then bring me the hair brush."