He told me to bend over his bed, chest down. I waited like that while he worked at his computer.
I tried to be patient. To not shift or sigh. To breathe naturally, as if I could do this all night, every night.
I hated waiting and wanting as much as I loved it. I respected it for this.
Finally, he spanked me.
I had to cling to the sheets. I was no good at holding position or at being quiet.
Afterward, my body was warm, my limbs loose with the rush, my head light.
He laughed at me for being in la-la-land and went back to work on his computer.