Journal 76
Constance 39
Rower
- Life
- A room above the boathouse
- Temper
- Strong and careful
Kinks
- She leads because he asked
- Her hand, then care
- Water, a blanket, and she stays
I am Constance, thirty-nine. I row. George is thirty-three. He is my partner. I do not coach him. We are not in a lesson and I am not reviewing his work on the water. What we agreed, in ordinary language, is that sometimes he wants my open hand and then he wants care. The spanking is a palm we both said yes to before anyone was undressed. It is a private heat, not a penalty for a bad piece of river. After, I look at him. I make him drink. I stay until he is ordinary again. Femdom is simply who leads. Aftercare is the half I will not skip. He asked for both. I wanted both. The jacket in the boathouse is plain. Nothing is written on it. The thing I read is his face.
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After
We sat on the dock bench with the river at our backs. My jacket was open over a black top. A towel and a water bottle waited where I had set them before we began. George sat carefully, warm from my hand, and leaned in the moment I opened an arm. He is my partner. I do not coach him. This was the after. I liked it, he said, quiet.…
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The boathouse held nobody but us. Oars were racked. I stood in a plain navy jacket with nothing written on it, and George shut the door. He is my partner. I do not coach him. That morning he had asked in a clear voice. When the boat is up, will you take me over your knee. Your hand only. Then stay with me. I had said yes. We had a…
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