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"Let me show you how much I love you."

“Let me show you how much I love you.”

This phrase often precedes the administration of a few sharp “love pats” in our household, usually delivered because I’ve done something Daddy’s not in favor of, but that doesn’t warrant to make it a full blown spanking.

I never know when this is going to happen – when I’m in the kitchen, the car, or doing the most mundane of things. As he’s saying it, he’s pulling me over his lap or his knee or the back of the nearest chair, getting ten or twenty hard swats that make me beg him not to from the beginning.

Then he’ll pull me up and into his big, strong arms, wrapping them around me very tightly, as he knows I prefer, rubbing his hand soothingly up and down my back as he whispers to me, “That’s how much I love you.”

Lissa's picture

I saw this link on FB Carolyn, I have read all your books and it is just this kind of picture that you paint is why. I love the thought of not knowing when that kind of thing might happen. It gives me butterflies to think of just maybe being turned over someone's knee out of the blue when Im folding laundry or something and realizing I deserve it. Thank you for all the butterflies!

Carolyn Faulkner's picture

Thank you! I'm glad you've enjoyed my books!

And those butterflies are definitely a part of the ever-present, background thrum that exists when you live this lifestyle. Because I live as a little girl who is also a woman who is submissive to her husband, I never know when something like this will happen. That underlying feeling keeps me in a constant, background state of arousal that can flare at any moment - when he says "no" to me and I know that that's the last word on the subject, when he spanks me unexpectedly, or when he calls me to him in that tone that makes me shiver . . .