It’s been some time now since Willow’s girlfriend first opened her eyes to a whole new world of bittersweet possibility. She’s not such a blushing ingénue these days: she knows the rules, the commands, the way Scarlot’s fingers feel tangled agonisingly in her hair. She’s carried bruises beneath her lingerie for weeks. Sometimes those bruises are born of punishment – for a crooked stocking seam, or a position broken without leave. Sometimes they’re given at request, asked for by a submissive who is learning what she likes. Sometimes, though, Scarlot spanks her Willow just because she can: because it’s fun to watch her squirm, to find out just how much she can take. Today, it seems, is one of those days.