Journal May 23, 2005
What a day I had today. Marty, my Forman, ragged my ass all day because I put the wrong color on some cabinets. It was terrible.. The only thing that held me together was knowing that Lisa was at home with a hot bath drawn, and dinner ready. she has been so good all week, I think I'll do something special for her this weekend.
When I got home, the house was a fucking pigsty. My bath was not drawn, and I didn't smell my dinner cooking. I called and called, but Lisa was nowhere to be found. Now I'm really pissed. She will be taught a lesson that she would not soon forget.
I grabbed my favorite paddle from its place in the locker, oiled it and returned it. I then poured myself a drink, and sat down turning on the evening news. About 30 minutes later, Lisa came in. Upon seeing me, she knew that all hell was about to break loose. The shock and instant fear on her face almost made me feel sorry for her. But she has to learn, and I am the son of a bitch to teach her.
"Where have you been?" I asked angrily.
She only looked down at the floor and mumbled.
"Stop talking to the fucking floor and talk to me, Bitch". I barked, letting my anger show.
"I've been shopping," she said softly.
A trembling was heard in her voice. She was scared, and had every right to be. She had done wrong and she knew it. She also knew that she was about to be taught a lesson. A lesson that she would not soon forget.
"Shopping for what?" I asked.
She reached in to her bag and pulled out a pair of red and black cuffs and something that looked lacey, also red and black. All of which looked very expensive. She explained that these things were for me. Laughing to myself, I held up the lace. It turned out to be a sexy bra and crotchless panty set.
"Were you thinking that I would look sexy in these?" I asked.
"No. I was hoping you would find me sexy wearing them." She replied.
I didn't respond to her explanation. I just threw the panty and bra at her feet. Looking away from her, I simply took a sip of my drink, letting my anger stew for a while.
"I stink, draw my bath." I told her.
Lisa ran off to the bathroom as ordered. I finished my drink as she returned to let me know that my bath was ready. I stood in the bathroom as she removed my shirt. Then she then knelt down to her knees to loosen my belt and release the buttons on my pants. I then eased myself in to the hot bath. I sat back in the tub to relax, as she left to fix my dinner. After soaking for 30 minutes, and scrubbing the days grime off, I dried off and put on my robe. I went in to the dinning room and found dinner was ready. Not only that, the house had been cleaned up. She knew that she had really fucked up this time and was really scared. She had taken off her clothes and put on the bra and panty set. Apparently thinking that it would ease my temper. A nice try it was, but it didn't work. We ate dinner in silence.
Finally I spoke, "you've been bad, very bad, and you know I have to punish you?"
"Yes sir, I know I've been bad." She replied.
"Get your ass on the fucking bed now!" I barked at her.
Without a word, she got up and ran for the bedroom. When I entered the bedroom, she was sitting on the edge of the bed with her hands folded in her lap. Seeing her bottom lip quiver, I knew that she was terrified. She had every right to be, She had fucked up royally and she knew it.
"Get your fucking ass off of my bed, and down on your knees." I ordered.
Lisa wasted no time complying with my order. "Lean over on that bed, NOW!" I barked.