I want to hurt him but I want so much more than that. I want to reach his heart. I want to touch the depths of his soul. I want to tear him into little pieces and then gently put him back together.
My boy moves me so deeply. He can make me laugh, cry, gasp, scream, squirt and cum.
I can make him laugh, whimper, moan, squeal and cum but I cannot ever make him cry.
So when the moment comes I will hurt him. I will pour all of my love into it and I will do the only thing I can do. I will whip him until I cry, until my arm is exhausted and my energy spent, until I have given him everything I am.
I wonder if that will be enough.