Wednesday, July 18, 2012


His arms crossed, his raised eyebrow, look in his eye, patting on his knee, tone in his voice, "You know the position young lady, get over my knee", his hand resting on my bottom then patting it and the soft whimper that just come out from the fear of what is about to happen and most of all that i feel at home, safe and loved. Either over his knee or cuddled on his lap.

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