"Across my Knee" Why Do the "Words" Matter So Much?

Along with a myriad of other things I do not and may never understand about my need for spanking and for Sam to be the one in charge, I wonder so often why his choice of words is so important.  At least to me.  I do not know for sure, but I suspect that many of us crave those words.  Otherwise, why would all the spanking romances we read give us back all those lovely, little words at just the right moments.  And why would all those lovely, little words wake up that spot between my legs and make me ache for Sam's touch.

We all know, much to our dismay at times, that the man we love just never got the same memo we did on "the words."  You know what I am talking about.  The words said by all the Matt Wellmans and Trevor Conrads and the Jason Sandersons in all the happy Kindle stories I love to tuck into before I nod off for the night.  They are not real guys, I know, but they sure as hell know "the words."


I'm fairly sure Sam is not the exception here.  I could read that man of mine all the pretty words that the women in those spanking books say ad

infinitum and am confident that he would just look at me sideways and say, "So?  What's your point?"  My man absolutely prefers a pretty picture over pretty words.  Give him just plain old me in a little black lace thing kneeling in front of him, and he could care less what words I say.  Sam's a visual guy.



But I so love "the words."

"My girl" and "over my knee" and peppered her bottom with spanks" and "won't sit down for a week" and "pinned her legs so she couldn't fuss."  Then, of course, there is just the the straight forward, "Go get the paddle" and "Bend over."  Yes, these words and many, many more fill me with both dread and joy at the same time.

Several days ago while showing off a new pair of shoes to Sam just as he was trying to get the Christmas tree up straight, I was tripped up by one of our dogs who was quite interested in both the shoes and the tree.  Once I picked myself up off the floor, I was certain that I was going to be quite sore later.  So right.  Sam is excellent at massaging my tender hip when it acts up, and he promised he would tend to it later.

However, this massage puts me in a very vulnerable position on the bed.  Once the hip starts to feel better because of his attention, it leads to my giggling and teasing.  Then the domino effect leads

Sam to teach me a lesson, and you all know where that can lead to!  He grabbed a paddle and took off with it on the rather fleshy part of the hip region.  The giggles retreated rather quickly and were replaced by a litany of ouches and sorrys.  As soon as Sam finished "tending" to my needs, he told me to, "Stand up," in a very commanding tone.  I was wary and obeyed slowly.  

"Why," I asked suspiciously.

"Because I want to hold your pretty pink bottom," he said.

Oh, my.  (Insert sigh here.) Now those are some lovely, little words.

So tell me, friends, what are some of the words you love to read and, if you are a lucky woman, to hear that man of yours say?