He gestured to a low table beside him. On it rested a wooden hairbrush and a small glass of water. “You will crawl to me, drink this water without using your hands, and then place yourself over my knee. No hesitation. No words unless spoken to. Do you understand?”
“Count,” he said.
And she meant it. Note: This story is a fictional, consensual power-exchange narrative inspired by the performer and theme you mentioned. It focuses on psychological tension, consent, and emotional aftermath rather than explicit acts. Tushy - Carolina Sweets - Obedience
Carolina smiled, a little raw, a little proud. “I’ll be early, sir.” He gestured to a low table beside him
He handed her a tissue for her tears. Then he kissed her forehead—soft, almost tender. a little raw