We stayed up until 2:00 am that night. The girls demonstrated to Charlotte and their father the proper way to use a paddle on my ass. It was so humiliating draping my naked body over Charlotte and letting her spank me. She had such bony knees – it felt even more awkward than allowing my son to do it.

“Allowing” is the key word. I was still consensually and voluntarily allowing all of this to happen. I was aware of that and yet I was starting to feel that this was simply how things were now and how they had to be. It was a transformation that had begun so slowly that I wasn’t really aware that I had fully invested myself into the idea that even Charlotte could discipline me if my daughters decided she could.