Three lashes for forgetting a ‘Yes, Sir’.
Three pages of lines to write, to remember my place.
Three spanking sessions for infractions of sass.
Three clamps on each nipple, to shake while I service you.
Three seconds to drop to my knees.
Three minutes of being urinated on in the shower.
Three hours of full body bondage.
Three days of cage time to remember my place.
Three nights on the floor on your side of the bed.
Three weeks of no release; just the constant edging to keep me thinking of you.
Three years of slow change and growth to find ourselves.
Three decades of our lives gone, a lifetime yet to discover together.
Three is a magic number.