Domestic Discipline
A spanking? You are not a little kid anymore! You protest, but I take you over my knee anyway, holding you firmly in place as I begin my humiliating assault on your backside. You try to steel yourself, but my hand is heavy, and deep down you know you deserve it. Tears spring to your eyes – you don't know how much longer you can hold them back. Thankfully, the onslaught stops just in time. You climb off my lap, proud that your eyes, though burning, are still dry. I hold your chin, forcing you to look me in the eye. The disappointment you see there chastens you, but it's the tenderness that's unbearable. You blink desperately, but the tears spill over anyway. Yes, you deserved this. And oh, what a relief it is to get it at last...

Diaper Play
My hands graze over you, smoothing unruly wisps of hair, adjusting your bib, checking your diaper for telltale moisture. I smile down, my eyes whispering what you already know: you are safe with me. As you watch my gentle bustlings, you sigh softly. You feel completely vulnerable, perfectly content – you have finally come home to yourself again.

Pain Play
Stay, do not turn your head away. I want you to see who's doing this to you. See how much pleasure it accords me: the surprise in your eyes when I touch you gently, the answering glint in mine as I begin. Pain steals over you slowly, intensifies, becomes intolerable – you plead for its end. Finally, I pull away, and you find it unbearable. How it makes me tremble to watch you suffer for me, how my palms perspire. I allow you a few breaths before I move in again. You are surprised anew at how gentle my touch can be, how dark the glint in my eye. You try to prepare yourself for what you know will come, but it's fruitless – pain licks at you again, intensifies, makes you swoon. The world disappears around us, leaving only your skin, my hands, your whimpers, my smile.

Bondage
Relax, my dear, you're not going anywhere. My bonds will hold. You hear the creaking of leather and the feel the heavy clink of chains as you twist to watch me ready the ropes. I close in and slowly begin to weave them over you. You close your eyes to better feel them conduct their sly vibrations across your skin. At length, I step back, and your apprehension mounts as you realize your predicament. You strain, but you know it's futile. I close in again, a quiet smile playing across my lips. A delicious languor steals over you. There is no help for it; you are mine to torment.

Transformation
You feel my eyes on you, and you blush. It embarrasses you to think about how good you feel this way, all dolled up in satin and lace, teetering a little on your heels. You glance up, hoping to see in my face a reflection of what you feel, that you are beautiful, desirable. Yes, you see it there, my eyes raking over you so appraisingly, my smile betraying my admiration for every angle and curve. You are a pretty thing after all...