I pouted, I confess.
He caught me. He always catches me.
“Why are you pouting, Kitten?”
Well, I had to tell him, of course.
“I pout because I am really a wretched girl, selfish and bad. I wish I were good, Sir. I just can’t help it.”
“Stand in the corner until you can give me three examples of how you’ve been wretched, cruel to someone intentionally, mean or hurtful.”
Well, I stood there quite a long time. I couldn’t think of a specific instance, no. After a while, about the time my legs started cramping and my back was aching, he came to me and took me gently by the hand and led me to his big, over-stuffed chair.
Pulling me into his lap with my head against his shoulder, he rubbed my legs.
“You are a good girl,” he said, and I cried softly in his neck.
~Mostcuriouskitten
(via myquietstrength-blog)
248 notes
get0utmecar reblogged this from deadgirls
shy-afraid-and-yet-happy liked this mb71 reblogged this from expansivelust and added:
Dress
ticcle liked this indianaycc liked this
cristine2000-blog liked this
seestyleerotica liked this
nenti-kez reblogged this from t-gregs
crowswingblack-blog liked this
archibecture liked this
mack1971 reblogged this from thetruestdetective
notsopurerebellion reblogged this from submissivedreamer
submissivedreamer reblogged this from kneelingbeforewolf
kneelingbeforewolf reblogged this from myquietstrength-blog
iozora liked this
eloquentdeviance reblogged this from driftingthroughthegloom
wooden-hair liked this
cottoncandymind liked this
tartpassion reblogged this from thedarksenses
lisyanthusdea reblogged this from yourcreamysweetvanillapie