So I kissed her mouth, and we held each other like lovers. She could feel me hardening for her. Because the sexiest thing, between her and I, as the punished and the punisher, was not her beautiful naked body.
Nor her helpless presentation over my desk, or her gasps and stripes as the cane did its work, wonderfully hot though those things all were, but her acceptance and submission. We were going to take each other, fiercely, s soon as possible after this had finished. I knew she felt that desire too, that powerful sexual heat from her own submission. We didn’t speak about it.
I like your tag, “Jaime sometimes writes porn for you.” 😉 It gave me a chuckle.
Penance is a peculiar thing; ‘enough’ really only exists in the memory serving as a preventative. I think you do an excellent job of describing that here.
I agree with Feve’s comment… what is enough is for each person to decide for themselves.
Rebel xox
Gorgeous little scene. I find the image of someone holding someone else down so they can be punished incredibly appealing.