An expression of consent and worry.............I know THAT feeling!
Strangely, while this topic is often discussed among practitioners of DD, it is a VERY under-represented scene in spanking imagery......whether photographed or drawn. I managed to find a few......even though a couple are depictions of impending juvenile correction (Sorry to those who don't like those.....but it is what it is.) I have a old drawing of an older boy handing a hairbrush to an older woman who could be an aunt or mother......but I never finished it. Perhaps this will be my incentive to revisit it and clean it up for presentation here?
An odd 'juvenile scene' strangely drawn.....but still capturing that moment of reluctant acceptance.
I'm not sure about you and your situation, but personally I can only recall one set of circumstances where Rosa does not have me bring her the implement of correction......or at least put it out in a handy spot........and that is when she has decided to punish me before she leaves for work. Other than that, I routinely ask which implement she wants and then retrieve it and either hand it to her directly or place it next to her within reach, before crawling across her lap.
The only difference between me and her (besides age & gender, LOL) is that I am usually naked at the moment of 'handing it over'.
While one could easily dismiss this practice as merely polite or utilitarian, it is far more nuanced than that! Bringing the instrument of one's own correction and handing it to the person who is about to use it, implies a acceptance of the upcoming chastisement and signals consent in a way that merely bending over cannot. And then there is the embarrassment:
Despite the youthfulness of the subjects (and the odd 'composite-photo-re-touch' aesthetic), there is something oddly charming about this image for me that would be lost if not for the girl fetching the paddle herself.
Just like the young lady above, there is an undeniable embarrassment about PROVIDING one's disciplinarian with the precise tool they want to redden one's bottom! As you pick the thing up, you KNOW what the implement is capable of..........how it will feel.....how it has felt in the past. You can appreciate a paddle's sturdiness, a switch's whippiness, or the flexible avoirdupois of a strap or tawse, just by holding it.
In the case of the 'switch', it is not uncommon for the miscreant to have to find, cut, clean, and present their own arsenal of switch branches:
I've been in this situation as well...........though not recently. Maybe this is something to suggest to Rosa??????
I have had to do this in the past, and it takes all of those nuances of 'handing it over' and amplifies them. Not only are you providing the instrument(s) of correction, but selecting and preparing them for use. When selecting, you KNOW you can't just pick some wispy twig and think that will suffice. A confident disciplinarian who sends their victim out to the woods, is NOT expecting them to return with inadequate branches! So.....you find yourself hunting for the ones that will be the best for the task at hand, knowing that task is to inflict a corrective dose of sting to one's own rear. You search out trees (often birch) with young, straight 'suckers' shooting out from their base, knowing they will hurt and not easily break. It is a humbling process.
(If anyone here has access to better examples of "handing it over'.....especially if the images are FLR/Femdom in nature, please send them to me! I will save them and use them for a follow-up at some point, if I get enough. Thanks!)