“Good evening, Carolina,” he said, voice low.
“Yes, sir.”
He gestured to a low table beside him. On it rested a wooden hairbrush and a small glass of water. “You will crawl to me, drink this water without using your hands, and then place yourself over my knee. No hesitation. No words unless spoken to. Do you understand?” Tushy - Carolina Sweets - Obedience
He circled her slowly. “You remember the safeword?” “Good evening, Carolina,” he said, voice low
He stopped behind her. His hand brushed the back of her neck, and she felt a shiver—not fear, but anticipation. “Then let’s begin. Obedience isn’t about breaking you. It’s about showing me what you’ll give freely.” ” he said