Lambent means glowing, not just reflecting but emitting light. 

Recumbent means lying down, relaxed. 

She is lambent and recumbent. 

The object our girl is bent over is called a prie-dieu. It’s designed to encourage submission to the Christian god. When I saw this one on sale in a junk shop in the great Australian outback, I had to have it, as a pervertible.

Religious and sexual submission have always been very closely related. The form of the prie-dieu, which can be used for both kneeling and bending, is very encouraging and conducive to that oceanic, submissive feeling. It helps a submissive to feel self-awareness: I am submissive; I am submitting…

But that’s not what I came here to talk about. What I see first, and last, is the blush on my girl’s lovely bottom after a light tawsing. It really is the colour of beauty.

When your master has released your cuffs from the bedposts, but left them on you. When you sleep, feeling the bruising on your arse is healing, but still feeling the warmth and the comfort of that deep, warm ache. When getting those bruises felt healing, too. 

Those are good sleeping conditions. Everything is perfect.

When I spanked and paddled Rose, in diaper position, every moment flashed past at lightning speed and intensity. It was like we were falling through trees. I tried to take photos while it was happening. 

But lust likes speed. Or it causes speed. I took many photos, and this is one of the few that are actually clear, and make sense. 

So this is a document of passion. And lust.

Midway is always a time for reflection. The heat raised by the paddle. 

And the crop resting on her back – and the glint in the eye of the photographer – tell her there’s some way to go yet. 

But she knows they’ll get there. 

There are lots of things a submissive woman can do, when her Sir is in that most imperious, imperative mood. 

Obviously, doing as she’s told is paramount. But, as is so often the case in interaction between Sir and girl, it’s the details that carry so much erotic heft. 

He watches his girl. But though he loves her, and her body, and her desire to obey and please him, it’s the details he’s learned to notice. She holds herself on tip-toes. 

He wonders why that detail is so significant. It’s partly that she wants to place her body to advantage visually, since she knows he will be watching her closely while he punishes her.

She gives up control once she’s on tip toes for him. She doesn’t have her feet on the ground. And so she’s on his ground.

Everything is soft and vague, when you dream certain dreams. Quiet and calm. 

But my dreamer will have harder, focussed sensations when she wakes. Noisy; stormy. 

We are generous with each other. She gives. I give.

What we have here is the lines made by a swallow in flight.

Her back, her bottom and thighs, beautifully curved, like flight.

And beside them the paddle, imitating the same swoosh.

Life is beautiful when it’s curved. 

Sparkling. She sparkles.

She just does.