On the surface, my smiles or giggles may seem inappropriate. They come at times that baffled me at first. I couldn’t figure out why in the world I’d giggle or smile when the situation was NOT funny. But, I figured it out.
When I say something I probably shouldn’t have, I get “the look”. That look shuts me right up – but I smile, every time. I try to stifle it, but I just can’t. When he asks me to go do something or to stop doing something, I obey – but I smile, every time. When he tells it’s time for bed and to wait patiently for him, I listen – but I giggle (and blush), every time. Even during a spanking, it happens. The harder it gets, the more I periodically giggle. Honestly, every time. And there are more such moments, every day.
I know why. During these times, I feel the pull of his control the most and I’m glowing from the inside out. It surrounds me like a warm embrace. In those moments, I realize, every time, that he cares, even about the little things. I realize that even when I lose, I win. I realize that he is always thinking of us and strives to help us be the best versions of ourselves. I feel his love and desire for me. I belong to him, and those little smiles and giggles are my joy escaping in little bursts.
In fact, when I think about it, all those things he does and says – they are the most powerful form of foreplay, even if they’re not intended to be. They are erotic and hot, even if they aren’t overtly sexual. Just a look, a few words. A smile or a nod. A smack on the ass.
And, I smile and giggle.