It doesn’t matter how much it hurts. If I’m not afraid, I don’t cry.

When he has me over his lap, if he relaxes me - if he tells me it is going to hurt a lot - if he tells me it’s going to last for a long time - I won’t cry.

I only cry when I don’t know, or when I’m afraid that I won’t be able to take it, or when I’m afraid he doesn’t love me anymore.

When he relaxes me and keeps me relaxed. I just don’t cry.

It’s a beautiful thing.