That touch to her hair gets a little firmer and more possessive, and it's the perfect sort of start to what they're about to resume. Rosie's breath catches at the pull, and there's a faint spark of heat in her eyes when she looks up at him next. "More of the...the humiliation," she says, blushing hard. "Same kind, I think, being made to say things or told what to do, I just...we ought to try more of it, I think. And being spanked again, if I don't do it right."

She mulls over all the things they'd done already, sifting through them for ideas or suggestions, and one occurs to her. One that's a little shameless and surprising, making her stomach flip in a way she's rapidly coming to enjoy, but appropriate even so. "Earlier, when I was on all fours, you held me a little tight," she starts. "Hands on my hips, making it so I couldn't really move except to go where you put me, do you remember? There was something about it that I liked a lot."