Here I am, waiting for you, my wonderful husband, to come home. I act like I don't want it, but you know that I do. This is one of our favorite games.
You tell me to slowly strip for you, and I don't, so you have to punish me. You always have to punish you bad little girl.
"Why do you make me always have to punish you? You know I don't like to hurt you."
You say that all the time, and every time you say that, I get wet.
"Turn around and place your hands on the wall. You know I have to punish you."
I know you have to punish me for being bad, so I do as you tell me to. I place my hands on the wall.
You take off your belt, and use it to tie my hands together so I won't fight you, then blindfold me with one of my scarves. But you know, I always struggle to get loose. I don't like to be tied, but I'm being punished, so I have to take my punishment.
Then you start to slowly rip my clothes from my body. "I told you what would happen if you didn't do as I say, when I say. So, for part of your punishment, you must stay the way I make you, naked."
As you rip the clothes from my body, I get wetter and wetter. I'm so wet that I ache for you. I beg you to take me but you deny me...
"You should have taken your clothes off when I told you to. Then we wouldn't have this little problem we have now."
You rip all my clothes off of me except for my panties.
"I see you wore my favorite panties. I told you, only wear those silk thongs when I tell you to wear them. Did I tell you to wear them when I left this morning?"
I answer you, no, you didn't tell me to wear them, I wanted to surprise you...
...then I remembered, you don't like surprises, you like to be in control...I need to be punished.