I could feel the cool summer air of the morning drift in and caress my exposed skin, bringing my sense back from slumber. I lay there at the foot of the bed, my eyes still closed, breathing in the sweet scent of the fresh morning. The sheer white material that draped down from the poster bed, began to float into view, as my eyes opened. The sunlight that streamed into the room created a warm, renewing feeling. I glanced from my given position, following the lines of the form that laid beneath the sheets. Cautiously I stretched. A glint of polished metal caught my attention. I turned to my side to look upon the contrast of silver cuffs against the black iron head board. My eyes shut again and visions of the previous night popped in and out behind my eyelids. Just remembering the past events warmed my tender skin as my body felt the memory of stinging leather.
Had I purposely forgotten to remove my panties before serving him dinner, or was it truly a mistake, I was no longer sure anymore. His disappointment with me was evident right away, although his correction for my action was not as swift as I would have hoped, so as to have it over with. He was the type that did not deliver a quick slap or a hastened demand in the heat of anger, rather he chose to draw out his corrections over the course of the evening to make you truly know you had offended his wishes. I knew this well, yet at this moment I had not remembered his ways.
I sat there knowing my mistake. I tried to correct it, only to be given a stern look of warning. I was not to remove the item of clothing. He remained silent through the entire meal, not even looking up at me as I rose to serve him. My heart was in the pit of my stomach at this point, it was not fear that was building in me, but disappointment in myself for having failed.
The filmy bed curtains brushed against my bare skin, bringing my thoughts back to the present. He had asked me to awaken him at a specific time. He always seemed to add or subtract a few extra minutes so no two specified times were alike. I watched the second hand turn on the face of bedside clock. The feeling of awareness this method had set in me was strong now. Months ago I had such trouble setting my own internal clock to his way of timing but now it seemed natural. I crawled carefully from the foot of the bed, up the side of his resting body. My finger tips glided up over the smooth surface of the fabric that covered his leg, lingering at the area where his upper thigh had become uncovered. Being beside him in the mornings while he slept peacefully were treasured times for me. I could look upon him and honestly know what my feelings were. I leaned in, my cheek almost touching his exposed thigh. Breathing in the scent of his skin I could feel my small frame ache as I inhaled deeply. His strong fingers touched my ankle and then rested once more, still upon the bed. It amazed me how those powerful fingers could be so gentle.
His fingers had held my upper arm tightly the night before as he led me from the table to the bedroom. He still had not spoken to me. I think this bothered me more than the physical punishment I knew was coming. It forced me to fill my own mind with thoughts and questions about my actions. He stood me by the bedside table and spoke his first words since before dinner. His instructions were to remove the dress I wore. This command itself does not make me fearful or ashamed, it is the way his eyes watch me perform this task. His eyes demand that I do this as pleasingly as possible.
The simple black dress he had chosen for me the night before slipped from my body. The material pooled around my feet on the floor. I was quick about picking it up and folding it neatly, placing it on a near by chair. I stood there now before him in nothing but the loathsome forbidden garment, my eyes had dropped to my feet, my hands to my sides. I felt worse now than when he had me in his silence at the table.
What I did next remains a flaw in my personality to this day. I don't know exactly what the look is, but according to him and another, it is a mere shimmer of defiance that comes across my face. I raised my eyes and it happened, that look. A single word came from his mouth. A command he knew I would follow without hesitation and brought instant subservience from me. He did not bark it or say it in a demanding manner. He merely spoke it in an even tone.
I quickly fell to my knees, opening them wide, back straight, eyes down, and my palms resting upward upon my thighs. I could sense him moving about the room. A shiver ran down my spine as I heard the clink of metal upon metal. He opened the bedroom window and an instant cool breeze made the warmth that was building within me and upon my skin more noticeable. Sitting and anticipating brought tingles into my lower stomach, like excited butterflies.
