"Damn, that meeting was too long." I mutter to myself under my breath. Starting back to my office, I decide that I have had enough for today and instead head to the exit. I smile to myself knowing that my sweet little one will be happy to see me home early. I have been late so often this week, I haven't had much time for her.
I head to the parking lot, climb into the truck and start my drive home. Pulling the pins from my hair, I set them aside and roll the windows down. The wind whips through my hair as I speed down the road. Loud music sweeps the meeting from my mind. My only thought is home.
I decide to park in front of the house instead of pulling into the garage. It will really surprise her; she knows the sound of the garage door opening. My walking in through the front door will throw her for a loop.
Her chore list was short again today; I really need to work on that. She should be either relaxing, finishing up tasks or making my dinner. I hope to catch her in the kitchen.
Upon entering the house, I hear the unmistakable sound she makes when she is close to an orgasm. Closing the door quietly, I follow the sound. It is getting louder and I am getting angry. As the noise grows in urgency, my temper begins to flare. By the time I am in front of the bedroom door, I am pissed off.
There she is on my bed naked with her hand in her crotch, fingers flying furiously. Her eyes are closed and her other hand is on a nipple pinching it hard.
"What the fuck is going on?" I yell.
she screams and begins to stutter. "Ma'am...oh, no.. Ma...Ma'am." The blush has started creeping over her. Her fingers have stopped moving.
"What do you think you are doing?"
"i.. uh... i ..was..Ma'am..i was touching myself."
"I can see that. Why?"
"i...umm...i..oh,..Ma'am....i was thinking about You."
I laugh. "Do you really think that will get you out of this?"
"no..Ma'am." she slips from the bed to kneel before me, forehead on floor in shame.
"Don't move from that spot until I say you can."
"Yes, Ma'am" she chokes out.
I can see she has begun to cry. Her body shakes with it.
I leave the room, walking back to the kitchen to get a drink. I sigh to myself; this really is partly my fault. I have been a bit lax; she needs more.
After a few deep breaths and finishing my drink, I head back to the bedroom. she is still there in the same position. Her weeping has slowed, her breathing closer to normal.
Stepping forward, I know she can see my boots. I lean to grab a handful of hair and notice she has begun kissing the leather, murmuring apologies, begging forgiveness. Tugging on the hair I hold to bring her face up, and gazing down at her puffy eyes, I lean and kiss her sweetly.
"you have disappointed me and you know what that means."
"Yes, Ma'am. i am sorry for disappointing You."
"you will be punished, but I have been neglecting you so it is partly my fault." I speak, still tugging her hair to bring her to her feet before me.
"Ma'am, it is all my fault. i know better."
"Good girl. It is your fault and for that you will be punished."
"Yes, Ma'am."
"Go to the box and get the crop."
"Yes, Ma'am."
she pads to the walk-in closet and goes to the large chest in the back. I can hear her looking for the crop, as I pull out the leather wrist and ankle cuffs.
she returns to my feet, slipping to her knees, the crop held out in her hands.
"Thank you. Now, on the bed, face down, arms over head and legs spread."
