I do know.
Sometimes I even think about it.
And remind myself.
Don't smile when he comes in the door.
But every so often I forget.
I can't help it.
I'm so happy to see him!
He came in the door
and a smile spread over my face
and I thought
There are smiles later.
But not when he arrives.
So I was punished.
With the strip of wood he uses as a cane.
And I cried.
And afterwards, I was even softer.
And deeper in my slave space.
I learned a lot about my slave space.
But that's another story.
Maybe I'll tell you.
Meanwhile, there's this.
I realized this.
Whether for punishment or pleasure,
a man has the right to beat his slave.