I was late home last night. Late enough that I know that I’m to be punished.
Hannah takes her time. I know she is waiting for the right moment so she can turn her full attention to my correction. But that means I have to wait. And the wait is agonizing. For a man in my position to be whipped is in the natural order of things. I take my regular whippings as the physical manifestation of the truth of Hannah’s leadership and her feminine authority.
But punishment whippings are quite different. I am obliged to ask for them as needed. I have set out the bath brush – which I hate – and Hannah’s cane. Punishment is meant to hurt and to remind a man in my position of his submission. Hannah takes them very seriously. And so I wait.