In Command

I want to be wearing a short skirt. I have a really cute one, actually, brown with pleats and buttons that open up the entire thing into one long piece of fabric. It looks really good with my blue polo shirt and brown flats. I want you to chose that outfit, even if it's hard for you to put me in clothes (you know you'll just be taking them off later).

I want to feel a little bad about how I was kind of a snot earlier. I want you to tell me that you expect better. More respect. But I don't want it in that wishy-washy-let's-share-our-feelings voice. I want it in a commanding voice. In a, I-don't-actually-care-about-your-opinion voice. In a voice that makes me worried and hot at the same time.

I want to wonder what you'll do next. I want you to take a few deep breaths and pause. Look at me until I can't look back and just stare at my shoes. I want you to send me to the corner (God, how I hated that when I was a child) and I want you to read your book, or type on the computer, making me know that I'm not everything, and you can wait.

I want to wait a little, I want to worry you've forgotten about me (although, how can that be possible?) and I want you to call me over. One word, just my name. I want to feel butterflies in my stomach. You say you can't ever spank me for being bad, because I like it so much, but I think if you tried, I wouldn't like it eventually.

I want you to actually pull me over your knee (we haven't done that yet) maybe in the living room but not in the horrible chair in my room with arms, and sit there for a minute, lecturing me again, pulling up my skirt, pulling down my panties (if I'm wearing any in the first place, I would like to be, exclusively for the purpose of you pulling them down). I want to be startled the first time your hand meets my ass, come to the quick realization that this isn't foreplay, it's the real thing.

I want to cry, and beg you to stop, and I want you to keep going. I want you to be strong and fierce and act like a real man. I want you to give me what I deserve, because seriously, let's face it: I am quite the brat sometimes.