***Special thanks to Dr. K for helping me***
Thora Mae Wilson was quite possibly the most charming girl you could ever meet. She was small, standing at a whopping four foot eleven, a tiny frame with full b-cup breasts and a peachy backside. Her soft wavy black hair was past her shoulders with pretty side swept bangs that occasionally covered her big dark green eyes in a messy way. Then there was her creamy soft, fair skin. Most would expect her to be quite tan seeing as she was outdoors very much. It was hard to believe that she was twenty two, but she was just one of those rare girls who looked like they were years younger.
So her friends and family called her the garden girl. You see, she lived in a small cottage like house just outside the suburbs of Houston on its own. Alone on a big field if so. It looked like some mystical house you'd find in some fairytale! Covered in lush vines and shaded by tall oak trees. Surrounded by an abundance of flowers. Bright beautiful daises, tulips, roses and orchids. So many to list for that one colorful abode of hers.
Yet it was a mystery as to why she never decided to live in a big and ornate house downtown. She made a lot of trips to hang out with her friends at a few of the fine eateries, and matinees. She loved to shop and lavish herself with the cutest shoes and loveliest dresses you could ever find. Not to mention how much she liked just walking around the often-crowded streets of that wild city. It was a good guess that she was a stay at home...or not...wife. She was married and very happy but nobody had seen much of her husband since the small wedding they had a while back. And by that he must've been a hard worker because she always had money to spend.
On small occasions they would venture out on small dinner dates alone and go shopping afterwards. He would stroll through the isles with her tagged close by his side as he picked out pretty dresses for her. She, happily, had no say or choice but to try on whatever he chose for her to wear
She was his pretty little doll that he could dress up or dress down whenever he pleased.
The thing was, her friends never knew that Thora, their pretty, playful, witty and kind-hearted friend had been playing slave to her husband...or master, Jonathan.
Who knew such a sweet innocent looking girl would do such a thing?
When he married her, he truly and deeply was in love with her, but he couldn't help that he loved to feel powerful, and she couldn't help the fact that she loved to please and serve her man.
So the both of them kept the house that once just belonged to Thora, on an agreement that they would be getting good use out of that tranquil and lovely garden of hers.
- - -
So, it was a bright Thursday morning. Thora awoke to the sound of birds chirping in the yard. It was quite pleasant. As usual she turned over so see the other side of the bed empty. A thing that she didn't mind.
She then eagerly sat up and reached over to the end of the big bed to find a note and her attire for the day.
She unfolded the piece of paper and read;
"Good morning beautiful! I hope you have a good day playing around the house. I'll be home early, around three. I want you in that dress and out in the garden by the time I get there. --love, Master"
She felt goose bumps pop up around her body as she carefully folded the note back and set it down. She then grabbed the dress that was provided. It was a soft yellow baby-doll dress that came midway to her thigh. She smiled as she hopped off the bed and slipped it on to her naked body.
She loved the way the cotton felt on her skin and she adored the way it made her look adorable.
So her day started usual enough. She hummed as she made her way to the living room to see what was on the tellie. She looked over to the clock and was shocked to see that it was ten 'till one o'clock! "Oh my gosh did I sleep in THAT late!?" She gasped to herself. She was then reminded of the spanking session she got late last night for forgetting to have Jonathan's warm shower ready.
There was nothing much to do seeing as the house was clean and the garden didn't need any tending to today.
Suddenly, she heard a gurgling sound and looked at her stomach. "Guess I better get some food in there." She sighed.
She trotted off to the kitchen to make her favorite, a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
After she finished with making her lunch, she began putting the used butter knife in the sink, the peanut butter back in the pantry and the jelly back in the fridge. But knowing she was a bit clumsy, it wasn't that easy. She picked up the jar of jelly but accidentally dropped it on the ground as the her two pet cats scurried by. The Sticky purple mess splattered all over the floor and on her dress.
"Oh NO!" she found not only the floor covered with the gooey purple jelly, but part of her dress too. The cats came rushing over to see what all the noise was about.
"Damn, I can't have this messy dress on when he gets home!" She said as if the cats would listen and help.
She then rushed to the laundry room and stripped out of her dress and tossed it into the washer. With a little soap and the warm/cool setting, and a good while in the dryer, the stain would hopefully be gone and, things would be back in place. She would have the dress back on and would be in the garden with the dress back on all before Jonathan got home.
She put on another dress for the time being, and then grabbed the mop to clean up the mess. After cleanind up she was then satisfied, and grabbed her lunch and proceeded to sit on the comfy couch and eat.
She finished her sandwich and yawned.
Almost without a care in the world, she peacefully dozed off.
- - -
'FHUMP!'
"OH CRAP!" Thora shouted as she was jolted awake when the sound of the door of her husband's truck was slammed shut.
She got up and ran out the back door of her house and into the garden. She plopped down onto a patch of soft grass between a tall tree and a pretty row of daises in the middle of the garden. She hoped Jonathan wouldn't notice her panting.
"Hey baby, where are you?" He said almost happily. She heard the back door shut.
"Over here." She meekly said.
"There's my prett—" He stopped in front of her. She looked up with a smile only to see his not so cheerful face. "Your dress." He said pointing downward.
Suddenly Thora felt her heart drop into her stomach.
"You have the nerve to smile at me, and DISSOBEY ME AT THE SAME TIME?" He gritted his teeth.
She suddenly felt cold. "I messed it up so I put it into the wash and I forgot-"
