he needed Her loving touch...Her assurance that all was forgiven...he knew She loved him...why else would She be willing to take the time...to make the effort...to administer the type of correction he needed...to dish out his punishments...to keep him in line...and remind him of his place...a trip over Her knee always made him feel the dread...relief...embarrassment...aroused at times...it always reduced him to an emotional state...one of submission...one of acceptance...of knowing that She would stop when She was ready...that the application of Her hairbrush...always erotic to him at first...yet always much more painful than he had ever fantasized it would be...would leave him sorry for ever disappointing Her...would leave him in no doubt of Her strict yet caring authority...would always make it difficult for him to sit the next day...would make him strive to be a better man for Her...for after all...wasn't it he who had asked Her repeatedly to spank him...had tried to explain how much he wanted...needed Her correction...Her guidance...his need to surrender to Her...and upon agreeing to meet his needs...hadn't She grown in Her role as Disciplinarian...just as he had always dreamed of...yes...he was better because of Her...and yes he did need Her loving arms...to hold him...and comfort him...especially after the bottom blistering She just gave him...