Phillip pedaled as fast as he could down the dark suburban street. He couldn't believe that he was running late, not for this. Tardiness was one of his long-standing problems. Surely She would punish him for that.
He wasn't sure if he minded that or not though.
He arrived at the house; it was light blue, with a two car garage, three bedrooms, etc. Just your typical suburban home. As he reached for the door knocker, he read the sign hanging on it reading "Lord bless this house and the people who live there."
Phil rapped the knocker against the door two times, paused, then three more times. There was a slight pause and then the door opened, revealing a tall, broad shouldered man about 3 years older than Phillip, with short blonde hair and blue eyes.
"You're late," Aaron stated as he looked down at the smaller fellow at his door.
"I'm sorry, Sir, it won't happen again."
"That sounds familiar. Mary's waiting for you in the dining room."
Aaron stepped aside to let Phil in, and took Phil's windbreaker for him as Phil walked into the dimly lit dining room. At the opposite end of the candle lit table sat a stunningly beautiful brunette, with tanned skin and grey eyes. Phil swallowed as she looked at him with her steel grey eyes, willing himself not to shuffle his feet under her examination.
"Sit down, Slave."
"Yes, Mistress." Phillip sat down at the other end of the table, with his hands on his knees as his Mistress continued to watch him.
"Why are you late, Slave?"
Phil swallowed, trying to form his thoughts before responding. "It took me longer than I expected to get out of work. Jennifer has had me working on these TPS reports and..."
"Silence, Slave." The words had the effect of a backhanded slap across the face, and Phillip's jaws clamped shut with an audible click. "You were told to be here at 5:30PM. It is now 5:34. That is unacceptable. Come here and strip, slave."
He stood up without hesitation and walked over to his Mistress, stripping his clothes and leaving them in a pile at his feet. Mary looked him over, examining his pale, slightly pudgy 5 and a half foot tall body, including his six inch long erect cock.
"Bend over the table, slave."
"Yes, Mistress." Phillip leaned over the table supporting his weight with his palms on the white tablecloth, as his Mistress produced a riding crop from under her chair. Her long, elegant fingers gripped the crop's handle and traced circles on his ass cheeks as he tensed in anticipation.
"What have you done to deserve a spanking, Slave?"
"I was late for class this morning, and instead of listening to the professor, I spent the class fantasizing about the girl who sits two rows in front of me. The one in the ROTC. After class, I sat in front of the library watching girls on their way around campus. I went home for lunch, and spent an hour watching pornographic movies on my computer."
