![]() ![]() The reward: being back together at the pool. It had taken all of us a while to get our shit together, what with re-learning how to socialize and make plans and actually keep them, but we finally did it. What with me being a fraidy cat and Mary being so darn protective, we didn’t even consider social distancing around the pool before we got our vaccines. It had been two summers since we went over to Brenna’s to use her pool. “And I’ll red light if I get worried,” she said. “It’ll help you learn to stand up for yourself.” Me – a grown woman – getting spanked will teach me to stand up for myself. “I will take the bathbrush to your butt later if I think you wanted to red light and didn’t.” “Okay, but you red light the moment you don’t feel comfortable, got it?” “I wanna try.” So that was a fib, but it was for her benefit so it doesn’t count. “Do you wanna try to make me happy or because you wanna try?” ![]() “Yeah,” I said in that shaky way you say stuff when you’re not really sure. “You’re sure,” Mary asked me as she parked the car. That’s me, little ol’ Captain Conflicted. That leaves some stuff I don’t like and some stuff I have mixed feelings about. We did try it once and … well, anyway, the point is Mary talks me into stuff, and I only enjoy most of it. Not literal reins, of course, because that’s not one of our kinks. I talk myself into stuff, like that time I talked myself into asking for a domestic discipline lifestyle relationship and handed over the reins to Mary. ![]()
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