Gloria stepped out of the shower, bending at the waist to towel her hair dry. She heard the door open and smiled to herself, he had finished the report he'd been working on. She flinched at the sound smack on her ass, oh, so, it was that kind of mood was it. She smiled more deeply, she loved him aggressive.
"Kneel," he ordered softly. Gloria dropped the towel, went to her knees. She spread her knees slightly, and brought her hands up behind her neck, interlocking her fingers. The look on his face said the smack had not been play and Gloria's mind raced on what she could possibly be getting punished for (though the idea thrilled her). "I told you yesterday you were not to shower today, I was going to inspect and shave."
Gloria blinked, she had totally forgotten. He'd told her when they lay in bed, she had been almost asleep (as a matter of fact, he'd woken her up moments before). Knowing this would not be an acceptable arguement, she didn't bring it up (beyond assuming, he'd planned it this way intentionally). "Yes, Sir. I'm sorry, Sir."
He just looked at her for a moment, not saying a word, then he told her to follow. He moved toward the basement stairs and a shiver ran up her spine, warmth flooding the area betwen her legs. Hands still locked behind her neck she followed him down the stairs and into his office.
Once in the room, Brad pointed toward the table. Gloria moved toward it, she'd helped make the table. She was proud of it and excited by it. She moved into position, aligning her ankles with the staps that would anchor them to the sturdy legs. Then, leaning forward, she bent across the table, the area her breast lay rougher than the rest of the table. She felt him tightening the straps on her ankles as she moved her wrists to the proper place.
Brad moved slowly, once the straps were in place he moved a hand up her leg, lightly teasing her thigh. He traced his hand along her back as he moved to the front of the table, strapping her wrists in place. He'd intentionally issued his order when she was barely awake. She had to learn to remember them at anytime. Beyond that, he was looking forward to punishing her. The table under her breast was fitted with hinges, he could drop it away at anytime. He knew it was rough, rubbing her when she moved, pressing into her when she didn't. She had a specific word, different from her safe word, for when that was getting to be too much. He decided to leave it for now.
Moving behind her, he asked quietly, "Do you know why you are being punished?" He opened the cupboard, choosing the middle sized anal plug, he removed that and the lubricant from the shelf.
"Yes, Sir," she answered, fidgitting slightly. The rough wood moved against her breast, causing her nipples to harden to small pebbles and a dampness to being creeping between her legs.
"Why?" He asked, as he thrust the lubricated plug into her ass. He knew it was rougher this way, he also knew, they'd used the plug enough for it not to be unbearable.
Gloria gasped, as always, amazed at how her body heated at his "abuse". "I ignored your order, Sir."
