But I'll make this quick. You're tired. Hold on to the post," he says.
I frown. Not on the bed then I find I can part my hands as I grasp the ornately carved wooden post.
"Lower," he orders. "Good. Don't let go. If you do, I'll spank you. Understand?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Good."
He stands behind me and grasps my hips, and then quickly lifts me backward so I'm bending forward, holding the post.