I can now confirm that yes, I still hate having to stay still and quiet for a caning (thin walls...). And I still hate being in trouble. But? I still love knowing that M will hold me to account when I deserve it. And I still love the stinging, burning, throbbing, tingling lines across my bum, afterwards.
Serenity made a post recently about there being an important distinction between enjoying the knowledge that you do something, without actually enjoying doing it. It definitely applies here.
