I listen to Sir's words, and realize he's right. I still want to close out my account but investing is a good idea. As to my car, well, I didn't think about it but maybe Grace and I would enjoy going out occasionally.

I thought about his questions. I talked to my mother occasionally, but she lived a long way away and when I saw her only once or twice a year it was usually a visit to her home. My father and I were estranged, and no siblings existed. My friends outside work were all into this lifestyle (my sub friend and a dom friend).

I thought about all this as Sir pulled me towards a couch. Patting the seat beside him, he said; "I have a lovely day planned for us, but first a bit of fun. Every day, I plan to warm your bottom in one way or another, just to keep your mind on your submission. Place yourself over my lap, hands over your head to brace against the arm of the couch."

I eagerly got into position, curious about what he would do. His bare hand started in on me. I felt like yelling "harder!" but was patient and let him take me where he would. I was glad of my patience because he built his way up from the gentle swats, to firmer swats, to stinging swats, to a hard wooden paddle that had a thumpy bite to it. Each smack of the paddle, I felt to my core. It woke something within me. I felt gratitude, love, desire, sorrow, pain (of course), and wonder. It also drew tears. It felt like a catharsis. I was openly weeping when Sir stopped and had me get into the submissive position.

"Stella! Color?" He said to me with a touch of concern in his eyes.

I looked at him through the tears and managed a smile.

"Green, Sir; my love, my master. Definitely green"