I is for In The Corner
In the corner, she wonders what happens next.
In the corner, she shivers, her sweat covered body naked, exposed, the heat of her body cooling, though her shame refuses to.
In the corner, all she knows is sound, and sensation, her imagination weaving scenarios far more frightening than what’s actually happening behind her.
In the corner, she longs for his touch, his soothing hand, his soft kisses — and his whispered threats of what’s to come.
In the corner, she wishes she’d been a good girl — and rejoices that her Sir didn’t let the bad girl get away with it.
In the corner, she wonders if her Mistress will call her back for more punishment, or the soft caresses of forgiveness.
In the corner, she’s forced to look inside herself, to feel — and to be who she really is.
In the corner, the shame burns bright, her arousal burns brighter — until she can’t tell the two apart.
In the corner, she’s the subject, and he the King.
In the corner, she’s abject, humbled — and uplifted.
In the corner, she’s stripped, surrendered — and soaring.
In the corner, she awaits his judgment, not knowing whether she fears it or craves it.
In the corner, she weeps, her bottom blazing, the pain and the shame and the arousal and the release … one.
And in the corner, the worst punishment of all, is every second she spends without her love at her side.
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I hope you get the chance to visit some of the other stops on this wonderful blog challenge. An embarrassment of riches, June’s proving to be in blogland:)
(And no, I have zero clue why I started talking like Yoda all of sudden. It’s late.)