Carolyn's Corner
by Carolyn Faulkner

As anyone who reads my tending journal knows, my Daddy is pretty strict with me, and also very consistent. 

Well . . . as consistent as he realistically can be. 

Consistency, to me, translates into feelings of very basic safety.  As much as I dislike the spanking itself - and I most certainly do - the lack of it can throw me into a tizzy of self-doubt and self-recrimination.  If he’s said that I’m to be spanked, say, Friday night, and it doesn’t come to be, my mind can sometimes crowd with hurtful thoughts.