I pouted, I confess.
He caught me. He always catches me.
“Why are you pouting, Kitten?”
Well, I had to tell him, of course.
“I pout because I am really a wretched girl, selfish and bad. I wish I were good, Sir. I just can’t help it.”
“Stand in the corner until you can give me three examples of how you’ve been wretched, cruel to someone intentionally, mean or hurtful.”
Well, I stood there quite a long time. I couldn’t think of a specific instance, no. After a while, about the time my legs started cramping and my back was aching, he came to me and took me gently by the hand and led me to his big, over-stuffed chair.
Pulling me into his lap with my head against his shoulder, he rubbed my legs.
“You are a good girl,” he said, and I cried softly in his neck.
~Mostcuriouskitten
(via kneelingbeforewolf)
