Sometimes a brat doesn’t need a spanking. Sometimes a brat just needs to be indulged. Sometimes a look is all it takes. A light touch. A word of warning. A lowered voice. Sometimes a little attention can cut a lot of misbehavior off at the pass.
Of course sometimes indulgence will be mistaken for weakness. That is a brat’s error to make. If it leads to flailing legs whilst a red bottom is warmed to an even brighter hue, so be it.
A Top’s appeal isn’t only in how stern and strict they can be. It does not lie solely in their willingness to peel down panties and paint the flesh beneath with several coats of discipline. A Top’s appeal often lies in something more quiet, the solidness of their presence. There must be time for gentle touches, soft words, approving glances. Those are the things that lighten the heart and soothe the soul. Those are the elements that make the spanking not only bearable, but necessary and good.
If a brat can be as content on the knee as over it, all is well.
Being strangely silent. That must be your toppy aura in this post. Also, I’m on the computer lab in the uni.
Seriously. Silenced by this post.