It’s late. I laid you across my lap and spanked you tonight–you needed the reassurance of being possessed and subdued. And you needed the lovemaking that followed the tears, the exhausting intensity of it, and the orgasms that finally came. You’re sore, tender, swollen, but now you’re calm, lying naked beside me. You’re on your side, your head resting on my shoulder, your breasts pressed against me. You have one arm across my chest, and one leg across mine. My arm is around you, my hand on the small of your back, holding you. My other hand brushes your hair gently back from your face, and caresses your neck.

We have the night together and we’ll sleep well: we’re both exhausted. In the morning, I’ll wake you as I enter you, and we’ll make love one more time, slowly and gently, my arms holding you tightly against me, my good little girl moaning softly against my chest.