The dried paint drip was so small that it should have been invisible to the naked eye. It was invisible to me before I was forced to stare at it. When Sir told me that he decided to work from home today, I immediately knew my day would be anything but relaxing. But when he called me into his home office and I didn't see any ropes, whips, or any toys he's been known to punish me with, I thought I was going to get off easy.
"Strip," Sir said as I walked through the door. He didn't even look up from his computer as my top and shorts fell to the ground. So I stood there, hands behind my back, quietly waiting for him to tell me what he wants me to do next. It wasn't until I shifted my weight slightly that his typing slowed and he finally looked at me.
"Such a little slut, first you can't keep your hands off my pussy and now you can't even stand patiently without trying to rub yourself off. Isn't that what got you into this in the first place?" Sir scolded.
The thought to defend myself that I was trying to get more comfortable only crossed my mind for a moment before I lowered my eyes and mumbled my apology to Sir.
"Now, have you had time to think about what you've done?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Good, so you're ready for your punishment?"
"Wasn't the past week of no cumming punishment enough?" But I already knew the answer before I asked it.
"Such a little spoiled brat, aren't you? You know quite well that was a consequence of your own actions. You still need to be punished for playing with what's mine without permission. You understand that, don't you?"
My nod makes him tsk disapprovingly. "One punishment isn't enough for you, hm? Use your words like the good girl I know you can be."
"Yes, Sir."
"Yes, Sir, what?"
"Yes, Sir. I do still need to be punished for playing with your pussy without permission," I spit out, rolling my eyes before I can stop myself.
Sir's chuckle was humorless as he rose from behind his desk and walked behind me. "You just can't help being a little brat, can you?" He asks, landing a hard smack on my ass.
I yelped more from the shock of the blow than the sting of it, "No, Sir. Sorry, Sir."
"Let's see if we can help you manage that a bit, shall we?" Sir said as he put his hands on my shoulders and led me over to the corner of his office that was across from his desk. "You're going to sit here and think about what you've done." He said as he pointed down to the corner where he had already laid down a light gray t-shirt. "On your knees, presenting position, facing the wall."
I dropped to my knees once he finished talking, spreading my legs apart, ass resting on my heels and my hands resting palm up on my thighs while facing the wall.
"Spread your legs farther apart," Sir demanded, so I did until each knee was touching the opposite wall. "That's my good little slut. Keep your head forward and don't move until I tell you to," he patted the top of my head, emphasizing the humiliating feeling of being put in time out. Then I heard his footsteps walk away, and moments later I heard him back to typing on his computer, completely ignoring my presence once again.
After waiting a few minutes, I realized that Sir was going to keep ignoring me so I started to count how long I was sitting there. At first I thought Sir put the shirt on the floor to make it more comfortable for me, but once my count got to 7 minutes and 34 seconds, I realized that the shirt hadn't added any additional cushioning. I could feel the spaces between the floorboards cutting into my knees. It wasn't until about 13 minutes and 52 seconds that I realized why the grey shirt was actually set up for me to kneel on.
I was trying to ignore how the humiliation of this punishment was turning me on, but it was at 13 minutes and 52 seconds, it had been a week since I was last allowed to come, and I could no longer ignore it. I could feel myself getting wetter the longer I sat there, until I finally felt my wetness drip from Sir's aching pussy. I didn't look down, I continued to stare at the dry paint drop on the wall. But I didn't need to look down to know that the light grey shirt now had a small dark spot under me.
After that, I lost count of how long Sir kept me in that position, staring at the wall. All I could focus on was trying not to squirm, the empty, needy feeling of Sir's pussy, and how humiliatingly wet I've become due to this punishment.
