Kink of the Week December 16-31: Eyes and eye contact
“The Eyes are the window to your soul”
~ William Shakespeare
I have always had a thing for eyes. Their color, their shape. What you can see there. When you look closely, you can see that the eyes have it. They have it all. All about the person, their emotion, their thoughts, their truth and their depth. Look closely and you can see the eyes have it all.
Eyes are beautiful!
Whether blue, green, hazel, brown or whatever color you see there. Whether oddly shaped, one or two eyes, any kind of eyes. I have learned that if a person is looking at you and they look away while talking they are either shy or telling a lie or untruth. I love the challenge of looking at someone in a battle of look-away. Eyes start watering, burning, or itching but until you absolutely have to, you don’t look away!
The most intense eye contact however is my Daddy and me. If I am in a strange mood or not feeling up to the norm, Daddy will stop in front of me and say, “Kitten, look at me.” I will look at him and he will look deep into my eyes and ask what is wrong. What can he do? He normally knows when I am a bit off and it worries him. So, he stops and looks deep to find out what it is.
Also, when he is not happy about something, disappointed or upset about something he will give me that stern look in his eyes and I know I am in some kind of trouble then!
I have been told you can read my face like a book. My eyes and expressions give away everything. I think I have gotten better over the years, but I mainly have not changed. At least to those who know me best.
One day I was in the kitchen cleaning up the dishes and Daddy calls to me, “Kitten, come here please.”
“One moment Daddy. Let me finish putting the dishes away please.”
Once I have finished I go into the living room area and Daddy is sitting on the couch on the edge of the cushion waiting on me.
“Come here Kitten and sit down beside me.”
“Kitten I am very disappointed.”
“About what Daddy? What have I done?” (Yes, I automatically believe I have done something wrong and have this sick feeling in my gut because I absolutely hate to make Daddy upset or let down.)
“You have been a naughty girl, Kitten.” He looks at me most sternly.
“Please Daddy, what have I done?”
“You have not reminded me about something very important, Kitten, so now I need you to go and get your clothes off, grab my paddles and lay on the edge of the bed. I will be there in a few moments.”
Looking abashed I go to our room and do as Daddy says.
I am nervous and so filled with trepidation for what I possibly might have done. But I do as he says and am across the bed in just a few moments.
Daddy is not long, which also makes me nervous for he will normally take his time, and he comes in the room with, once again, that stern look in his eyes. Yet, I see just a bit of, shall I say, amusement in his eye. Well that gets me even more on edge.
“Well, Kitten, did you figure out what you did not remind me of yet?”
“No, Sir, what did I not remind you of? An appointment? A blog post? I am really not sure.”
“Kitten, what is today?”
“My birthday Daddy.” I look confused. Then I light switch goes on in my head and I think, Duh! What does Daddy love to do most of all in all our play times and discipline times?? Spankings!!! I groan as I realize this and look up at him again. Daddy is smiling like a Cheshire cat and loving that he has seen it in my eyes and my face, the realization that I have not reminded him of my spankings for my birthday.
“Oh yes, my girl, it is birthday spanking time, and ohhhh how your Daddy is looking forward to this!” It is all over his face and you can read it in his eye that he is ecstatic to have an extra reason to give me a spanking.
“Yes, Daddy, you are right I didn’t remind you of my birthday spanking. I didn’t think I would need to, however, since that is one of your most favorite things to do.”
He caught the look of sarcasm in my eyes and expression. “Just for that, you cheeky girl, you will get an extra 20!” And off he goes giving me a birthday spanking I have yet to forget!
*Pic from Pinterest