Alex
knew what was coming when Kimberly sat in the recliner with her cane and pulled
her socks off. Her bare feet slid just under his face onto the chair. "I
know my feet are probably a little ripe, but now that we're living together,
you'll have to get used to serving me even when I'm maybe a little stinky.
You'll adjust."
Alex
nodded slightly, keeping his lips sealed as he breathed. In truth, he already
associated Kimberly's myriad tastes and odors with intimacy and his love. He no
more found them noxious than he did his own familiar scents.
Kimberly
said nothing for a long time. The only sound was the friction of her feet
occasionally rubbing together. Then she spoke, "So, you're looking for
some leniency, is that right?"
Alex
shook his head. "Mistress, I want to take whatever punishment you think I
deserve."
"Really.
What happened to 'not tonight, Kimberly'? What happened to 'I don't feel like
taking a hard spanking'?"
"I
feel like it now. I feel like suffering for you, whatever you decide."
"Tell
me what's changed."
She
didn't sound angry, and Alex realized that he was telling the absolute truth.
Despite the pain of his paddling and the impending pain of his caning, he
really did want to take it for her. "I don't know."
"That's
okay. I know," she said. "You don't have to know."
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