She is sitting in the car, in her long, black overcoat, waiting for the phone to chime. She knows he is close. She can almost sense it.
Bling
Her breath catches in her throat, as she snatches up the phone. She flips the screen to life, and the text message jumps up at her.
3 minutes, at the front door. Eyes on the floor. Do not disappoint me again.
Throwing the car into drive, she tears from the lot. Only once had she ever disobeyed him, but he had never let her forget. Not that she could. She lived with the memory of bending herself over the foot of the bed, her skirt torn off, her panties at her feet. Her arms had been spread beside her, palm down, waiting, when she heard his voice.
"What did I ask?"
She answered softly.. "on my knees, at the door, clothes folded beside me."
"And what did I get?"
She whispered, this time. "me, in a skirt. worried about the neighbors."
"What is your word, pet?"
She said nothing.. but held her tiny hands up, into a "t"
"Timeout, that's right.. are you ready to show me you can behave?"
She nodded as he caressed her ass. "Count for me. out loud."
She nodded.
"One, Daddy."
Smack- fire shot up her, as she struggled not to move.
"Two, Daddy."
Smack- she wanted to jump, to scream.. but knew better.
Minutes later, her voice quivered..
"Twenty one, daddy.."
Smack- her pretty little ass felt like molten lava, but that wasnt her concern. Earning his forgiveness was her only worry.
She drew a breath, to count again, when he put his hand on her back..
"Say the word, love."
Violently, she shook her head. She didnt want to give up. She wanted to make him happy.
"Twenty one, Daddy."
Smack- her back arched, as she desperately fought to maintain control.
"More, my pet?"
She tried to open her mouth, and say the next number for him, but her voice would not come. She hung her head, and shook it no.
"No? Then tell me what I want to hear."
"Daddy, I was wrong. I am sorry. I will never disobey you again.."
As she lay on the bed, the ice cube in his teeth touched her tender cheek. The relief was instant, the satisfaction immense. Her satisfaction came from not only relief from the burning in her ass, but from earning his forgiveness. She had gone above and beyond to prove her love, and devotion. Her mind drifted back to their first encounter, when he had whispered her mantra into her ear. "good girls get good things." Since then, those were the words that meant everything to her. Yes, she had unwittingly tested them once, but the punishment she received only made the relief more wonderful. She had spent the rest of that night being touched, teased, and pleasured. Not once did he take her for himself. Instead, he spent the entire night doting on her every need. Never had she felt so loved, So cared for.
As she drove towards him, the memory seemed so intense, that her ass started to burn in response. As if knowing what was to come, she unconsciously started squirming in her seat. She pulled into the drive, and stepped from the car. She never knew if he was watching, but it did not matter. She lived by his rules, even when he was not watching over her. She loved to make him proud, and he never seemed prouder than when he caught her following his rules on her own. She closed the car door, and dropped her coat off of her shoulders, baring her gorgeous figure. Slowly, deliberately she stood nude in the drive, and folded the coat on the warm hood. In the back of her mind, she could almost see the neighbors peeking through the curtains, yet she never felt safer.
His first promise to her had been enough. "Angel, nothing, and no one will ever hurt you while you are with me. No one will ever touch you unless you want it." With his promise ringing in her ears, she stepped confidently to the door, and dropped to her knees, her eyes on the floor. She knew him, knew what he liked. She didn't knock. He would get her when he was ready. She simply say on her heels, and waited.
