“Kneel,” he says.
I obey, lowering myself carefully. I am at his feet, his hand strokes my hair. I shiver with pleasure.
“You’ve been a bit neglected, I think,” he says. With a laugh, he adds, “You won’t be neglected here. Disciplined, yes. Punished when appropriate, rewarded when you earn it. The paddle may bring tears and there may be times that you struggle to serve as well as you want to, but you won’t be ignored.”
I sigh with contentment and he lets my head rest on his knee.