She crawled along the carpet, fingers and knees feeling for the end of the carpet runner. Hesitant and jerky in her motions, but she was failing miserably to be fluid and graceful. She felt the hem of her skirt play on the back of her thighs, riding higher as she moved forward, trying to put a little sway in her hips just like her master... or wait... was it her mistress who summoned her? Her mind wandered, the good girl arguing with the bad girl side. Her bad girl wanting to sway and saunter, if you could do that in a crawl, with a blindfold on, not knowing to whom or what she was crawling towards. The good girl in her caused the jerking, halting motions, making her want to pull the skirt down, throw the blindfold off and run for the door. Full force, flat out run from this position she put herself in, trying to make a couple extra bucks but the lure of the dark sexual place took hold of her bad girl, drew her inch by crawling, hot, anxious inch. These thoughts were rudely interrupted as she sensed the riding crop as it sluiced through the air a second before it licked the back of her upper thigh.
She knew what she was supposed to do, but damn it had caught her off guard. Her reaction was the exact opposite of that of which she should have done. She threw her head back, rocking forward on her hands and knees, and away from the sting. All in one movement and a second of time, her back arched, pushing her ass up - the only correct movement in the entire litany. Her bad girl laughed and smirked thinking that was funny and her good girl persona worked every other cell in her body.
The riding crop bit again, the crease between thigh and the very bottom of her ass cheek, feeling the sting. Her reaction was still a minute behind. She hurriedly moved forward on her knees, off balance, her hand crossing over the carpet runner and sliding on the not-so-smooth wood. Her knee burning as she tore the skin off in her hurry.
She froze, time seemed to slow and quiet the air. Her senses only allowing the feeling of her teeth biting her lip, the heat where the crop had caught her and the brush burn on her knee. Time quickly caught up to the present when she heard high heels clacking on the hard wood floor. No warning as fingers entangled in her hair, pulling her up and back on the carpet. She felt her Mistress's lips against her ear, "Get it together bitch, Master doesn't like his subs misbehaving!"
The hand in her hair ran fingernails gently down her scalp, adjusting the bandana over her eyes, soft hands pulling her shoulders back. Fingers ran down her spine, just enough pressure to not tickle. Hands smoothed her skirt, pausing to skim the welts, bringing a little fire back into them. Fingers tracing her calves, pushing back into place.
"Crawl to me." Master's no-nonsense voice.
She crawled, knowing her Mistress was watching her backside move toward him.
