To Please

/ olivia

“To please:” I wrote, very carefully, in my notebook. “to make someone feel happy or satisfied, or to give someone pleasure. I please by being obedient.” I sighed. That was the third time I’d written it, and I still had 17 more times to go. In between each repetition, I paused to think about what I had done to earn this assignment, and what my Sir wanted from me.

It wasn’t a punishment, he said, it was a reminder. I had lied to him, I had told him nothing was wrong when I was distracted and worried about something he’d said earlier, I was afraid he had gotten tired of me, lost interest.

The memories came quickly, in flashes. Kneeling, as I do, naked, but worried, my attention scattered.

Him asking, “What’s wrong?” three times as he noticed –

Me insisting I was fine.

And then, quite suddenly, being directed, his hand fisted in my hair, to bend over the couch.

Belt hissing free, whistling through the air, landing hard, my ass on fire… Again. And again.

In the corner. Sobbing, small, ashamed.

Being held, soothed and calmed. Caressed.

Lube. The butt plug sliding in, cold, pushing past that ring of resistance, overriding the fierce no, taking me down a notch, pushing me into my place. Small still, but not ashamed, surrendered. As if it had opened me again, my heart and mind his.

His voice, so kind, “Tell me now.”

Spilling all my fears and worries into his lap, laying them out for him to examine and take away, feeling the lightness as they leave me, letting me just belong to him.

The warmth of his smile, his caress. And the scolding – spanking – his words –

Who do you belong to? Whap, the wooden paddle landing hard. I cry out, You, Sir, I belong to you.

How do you please me? Whap, it lands again. I obey you Sir.

What do you need to remember? Whap – To obey you Sir is to please you.

What will you do differently next time? Whap – I’ll tell the truth, Sir, I’ll tell you what’s wrong.

As the paddle fell, over and over, and I moaned, whimpered, squirmed and squealed, each blow embedded his words in me. Not a punishment, a lesson, etched in my flesh.

All of that flashes through my mind, and I lift my pen, and start the next line. “To please:” I write carefully, “to make someone feel happy or satisfied, or to give someone pleasure. I please by being obedient.”

20 thoughts on “To Please”

  1. I love how swiftly Sir swung into action, so to speak! I really enjoyed the way you presented his actions in flashes.

    And this line spoke to me in a profound way, Olivia: “Not a punishment, a lesson, etched in my flesh.” It would have been easy enough to punish her for her reticence, but that’s not what she needed, not what the moment called for. She needed to be taught the lesson that she was His, irrevocably and completely. Such a beautiful distinction that you’ve captured marvelously (as usual)! 💗

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    • Thanks, Jaye!! I’m so glad you liked it – especially the way I presented his action. I don’t know why that seemed right, but it did.

      And yes. It wasn’t a punishment, it was a claiming. Thanks so much for the lovely comment! 💜

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      • Yes, it was terrific and erotic. That’s nice of you! I’m doing well. I quit drinking and I’m riding my skateboard a little bit to try to get back in better shape. Great to see you as well even if only virtually. Are you still in Savannah? I was actually there in December for Christmas. It was really nice to be back home. I need to come visit again when it’s not the holidays. ☮️✌️😘

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      • Oh, not drinking and riding your skateboard sound like positive life changes! Good for you. I am still in Savannah – and it is nice, isn’t it? You should visit more often! 💜

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      • Indeed! Things are looking up. I actually quit drinking about 7 1/2 months ago. I bought a new skateboard about a month ago and I’ve been going out pretty consistently at night. Been feeling a lot better and more positive. As for Savannah, I always forget how beautiful it is until I return. I truly was spoiled growing up there. I do need to visit more often. Maybe I will say hi next time I come to town. 🙂

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  3. This is a beautiful lesson, my dear friend. I love how he responds so swiftly, so firmly. And the sentence you have crafted for this submissive to write… well, I imagine that after being soundly paddled and being made to sit and write out those words over and over…that would catapult me straight into subspace. I LOVED this. Thank you for writing it ❤

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  6. This is very powerful, not to mention erotic.
    It raises the question of need for me. Emotional need is just where “need” begins. Need is like the piece that completes the puzzle. To be open and naked and close fulfills the relationship.

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    • I’m so glad you liked it!
      Need is such a key element. And yes, being open, naked and close. It occurs to me sometimes that the act of being naked in my stories is as much symbolic as it is literal, you know?
      Thanks for commenting, David. 💜

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  7. Something that occurs to me reading this…

    I have grown so tired of life mottos and behavioural aphorisms. Everywhere you turn, and all based on a wisdom that often feels (for me) totally out of place in the tangle of things I am actually feeling my way through at any time.

    The structure here is so much more fluid – and the required behaviour is not to say a specific thing or come to a particular point, but to share what you actually feel… what’s really there. A place that might not look anything like freedom to someone who has not been there, but which feels wholy liberating.

    The paradox of submission, as you have called it… sitting at the core of most of the Jo pieces.

    Not much new here, just feeling a few things quite strongly right now.

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