I know this photo is tiny, but I don't know how to make it bigger.
While over his knee, he told me he would like me to answer his questions with "You, Sir".
Who protects you?
Who loves you?
Who is in charge?
Who makes the final decisions?
I thought about how I felt when I called J "Sir". I wanted it to come from my heart, and it did. I recalled how, not too long ago, when I'd brought up the subject, (about a year or two ago), of how some women call their HOH's "Sir" at certain times, J had said he didn't think it was all that important to him. I wasn't sure how I felt about it. I wondered if I could ever do so seriously, and mean it. I admit I wanted him to require it of me at times. He's done this only one or two other times, and I wasn't sure if he was serious about it. It felt a little odd, but I wasn't opposed to it.
J doesn't always ask me to address him this way. What I'm discovering is that when he does, he is serious. He likes it when I call him "Sir". He likes the respect. He deserves the respect -- my respect.
After J was finished spanking me, and while I was still over his knee, he began brushing my hair. He commented on the dual purpose of the hairbrush, which made me smile. It felt so soothing and comforting as he brushed my hair.
My, how he's changed. My, how we've both changed :)