He nodded.
“Anything else?”
He considered. “Corner time. Early bedtime. Extra chores. Writing lines. If you wanted to go further, we would talk about it.”
I thought about the blog posts, about the girls who craved order more than pain. I said, “I don’t like being hit. Not by surprise. Not hard.”
He nodded. “That goes in the contract. Only open-hand, only when you ask. Or you can strike it altogether.”
I wrote: “Discipline is to be discussed in advance. No surprises. No belts, no implements.”
He watched my hand as I wrote. “Do you want physical touch as part of this, or only emotional?”
I looked at the page. I looked at my hand. “Both,” I said, quiet. “But not if I say no.”
“Then you always have the right to say no.”
We kept going.
REWARDS.
He pointed to the section. “I think you know what motivates you. What would feel best?”
I hesitated. My throat closed a little. I wrote, “Praise.”
He said nothing.
I added, under it: “The words. The way you say it. That’s all it takes.”
He said, “Does ‘good girl’ do it for you?”
I felt my face go red. “Yeah. You already know that.”
He wrote it in his own hand: “Will use praise as reward when earned. Will never withhold it out of malice.”
He handed the pencil back. “Next.”
PHYSICALITY.
He didn’t say anything. He let me fill it in.
I wrote, “May hold hands. May cuddle. May kiss, if I want. May pick me up if I’m too tired to walk.” The words came out of me easy, almost silly, but I didn’t cross them out.
He added under it: “Will always ask before initiating. Will never force.”
I checked the box that said: “okay with hugs, but only from you.”
He grinned at that. I let myself smile, just a little.
SEX.
He waited. This was the big one.
I thought about the soft room, about the last night, about how wet I had been, how hungry. I said, “I want it. I want it more than anything. But only if you want it too.”
“I want it,” he said, so quietly I almost didn’t hear.
“Okay.”
