Todd knows what I need in order to maintain a happy, carefree personality.

I need strong, black coffee when I wake up, which he brings to me in bed because he is far more of a morning person than I am. I need red meat twice a week, which he takes charge of because he is a master with hamburgers, steak, and roasts of every kind. But most importantly, I need regular spankings. When Todd puts me over his lap, takes down my panties and paddles my bare ass, all is right in my world.

Even though I know these facts to be true, I can still step into the role of the brat every so often. If Todd goes too long without punishing me, I begin to forget. I forget what his signals mean. I forget that he knows how to give a girl a burning hot bottom. I forget everything.

If we get to that point, Todd can shoot me a... Read More