He was waiting for her when she came through the door. She stood in the foyer dripping wet from the downpour she had just ran through to get into the house.
"Where have you been," he barked.
"You know very well I had to..."
"I didn't ask for a long drawn out story," he interrupted. "You are late...Where were you?"
She glanced in the dimly lit room and saw her collar. Now his tone finally made sense.
"I was at work, Daddy."
"Why are you late?"
"The rain Daddy, it backed the traffic back up. It is also a holiday weekend," she answered, her eyes still on the collar...the silver spikes were gleaming in what little light was in the room. She felt herself grow warm, despite her cold, wet clothing, at the thought of pleasing him.
"That may very well be, but I was still kept waiting without a phone call. Strip out of those disgusting clothing and come over here this instant," he said sternly.
She immediately began to strip. She new he would be angrier if he had to wait any longer. She quickly presented herself before his chair. When she was in place he stood up and looked at her...inspected her. He ran his hands along her body, sending tingles through her skin. She was anticipating. She felt herself grow wet.
"Very nice," he complimented her.
"Thank you, Daddy," she said as he placed her collar around her neck, making him in total control till it was removed.
"There is only one more thing to check," he stated, placing his hand between her legs and running it across her wet pussy. He hesitated at her wetness. She suppressed a moan.
"Wet, already?"
"Yes, Daddy."
"You are such a horny little slut! I was going to let you off with a warning for being disobedient. This will not be tolerated!" He put his wet fingers in her mouth and she instinctively licked her own juices from his fingers.
He sat back down and motioned her towards him. He pulled her across his lap, positioning her for her punishment. She could already feel his cock growing hard beneath her as he spanked her. He slapped each ass cheek firmly till they were stinging and glowing red. She found it to be painful and pleasurable at the same time.
"Have you learned your lesson?"
"Yes, Daddy."
"Very good. Now get up and fix me a drink. Bring it to me in the bedroom," he ordered.
She was off his lap and to the bar almost as fast as the words came out of his mouth. She fixed him his usual vodka and tonic. She very carefully carried it into their bedroom and presented it to him. He was sitting in a wing chair facing the bed.
