Just Another Day

Today was unremarkable until the moment when she asked me to punish her. She wanted discipline, something real and firm despite being an adult in her twenties. I didn't hesitate; we moved to our makeshift corner with a simple stool, barefoot on cold tiles. She stood there, defiant yet eager, as I explained the rules clearly. After each strike of my hand against her bare bottom, she cried out softly, admitting her fault over and over. When done, she thanked me sincerely, the intimacy raw and shared between two adults.