A Bath with Bubbles (Journal)

He indulges me in ways he probably shouldn’t. The other night, while drawing his bath, he let me add bubbles. He knew I had been spending time at the library reading on what was the best way to blend certain substances which would create the most copious bubbles. He knew that I had spent the better part of the day down in the kitchen experimenting with different recipes. So he allowed me to test what I had come up with in his bath.

As he stood half in, half out of that warm bath topped with mountains of bubbles he told me to strip, and I did. I have learned that it is please to him to watch me remove my silks, the slower the better. After I had removed my silks, and was kneeling he drew me to the tub’s edge, bent me over it, and whipped me with his bare hand. I tried not to cry, but I couldn’t help it. I’ve have never been ‘spanked’ before, and he did not let up until I was red from the top of my hip down to the lower portion of my thigh.

Afterwards he allowed me into his bath and we simply soaked and talked. I had expected him to use me well, but he did not. It would probably amaze most to know how much my Master enjoys just simply conversing. He is an enigma I am still trying to figure out. There is so much to him that he keeps hidden, but I find he is slowly beginning to trust that I am here for him, and only him.