rollin:
I might read a paragraph and ask myself, "now why was that so effective?" and go back and deconstruct it. So I'm now doing for fun what legions of high school English teachers had to beat me into submission to do. Oh, the irony.
Isn't it wonderful?
I love finding gems like that. Sometimes they're in poetry. I'm currently enraptured of Khalil Gibran's On Pain, which has nothing to do with spanking and is actually moving and very nearly mystical, but contains this passage as well:
Much of your pain is self-chosen.
It is the bitter potion by which the physician within
you heals your sick self.
Therefore trust the physician, and drink his remedy
in silence and tranquillity:
For his hand, though heavy and hard, is guided by
the tender hand of the Unseen,
There is something very powerful there about submission and acceptance and pain as something much more than just a physical sensation, but a) I can't think of how to turn it into a story right now and b) it feels wrong to turn something transcendental into (as someone puts it) spanko porn. (But I'll get over that latter, so, suggestions welcome!)