"I hate you!" Larissa screamed at the top of her lungs as she stormed out of the bedroom. His reaction when they had finished their reflections on the day. Jeremy sat there in awe, Larissa was a normally very quiet and in control submissive. He wasn't sure what he said wrong, but whatever happened today seem to have sent her over the edge. He sat there for a moment giving her some time to calm down. He had never seen her this angry in the three years that they had been together. She was still obviously fuming as he walked out of the bedroom after slipping on his satin boxers. Tears stained her cheeks as he moved toward her. She looked completely helpless.
"Kitten, shhh I'm sorry." He slipped down on the couch beside her and pulled her into his lap. Tears still streamed down her cheeks and she started to sob the moment she found herself in his lap. She buried her head in his chest and clung to him. His fingers lifted to trace that very delicate collar that encircled her neck. He had replaced the first one he bought with that one on their wedding night. She got very quiet feeling his fingers tracing the cool metal. Her breathing finally slowing and the sobbing came to a stop. It was like a sweeping calm that made everything bad go away. She wasn't ready to talk yet, so that head stayed buried in his chest.
After a few moments she finally lifted her head and look into his eyes. "Master, it's not your fault the clients tore me apart today." Teeth chewing on that bottom lip as she spoke softly to him. Her eyes gazing into those dark gray eyes. Every time she had ever looked into his eyes, she knew the look was only for her. It was like the calm before the storm. She swallowed hard and lifted her body to turn herself around to face him. It was the worst day she had ever had. She was finally calmed and content as she stared up at him. "Please forgive me, Daddy. I don't hate you."
A look of contemplation traced his eyes and face as he listened to her words. "Hmmm, kitten you can't allow these things to get to you so badly." That left hand at her cheek wiping away the stray tears on her cheek. "I'm not your enemy. I do forgive you, but you have earned punishment. I am not angry, but I can't have you yelling things like that at me."
A solemn look came over her face as he spoke of punishment. It had been two months since she had earned her last punishment. The result of it, sitting uncomfortable for the entire weekend. Her ass has been reddened to the point where she was squirming every time she sat down. It stung for hours afterwards, even with his after care. This time would be worse, that word hate was used and he never deserved that. She just nodded her head looking to him, trying to hold back more tears, but she understood.
"Go down to the dungeon and put out my crop and my paddle. You will also need to put on your cuffs and put out a good length of rope." He spoke softly and clearly.
She was quiet as she stood up, but turned back around looking right to him as she spoke. "Yes Daddy." She took herself down to the dungeon quietly. She opened the cabinet where they stored all the implements and other supplies. Cuffs sat on the shelf and were lifted and placed on the bench first. She knew to get all four, because he would cuff her ankles as well as he always did. Crop and paddle were taken out and placed on the table next to the bench along with the rope. He had never used rope on her, but she would wait to see what he planned. She went to the other cabinent opening it and pulling out a small basket. It contained things to tend to her once he was finished. The basket was placed on the bed knowing he would tend to her after. He never had to ask her to place that out. She knew every time there was punishment or some sort of session with spanking, that the basket was necessary to sooth the pain. She was placing on that last cuff as he walked into the dungeon quietly. She nodded knowingly and bent over the bench.
