I stand by the open window feeling the gentle breeze wafting in from the sea as it caresses my skin. I am waiting for you to return to our secret place in the trees, our hideaway, the place we can go to escape the worries of a troubled world. The window is open because it takes up most of the wall and looks out onto the sea and it is always open because in our secret place the weather is always pleasant, only occasionally becoming cool in the evenings. This is sometimes nice because then we build a fire and you hold me in your arms and talk to me of anything and everything. I treasure these nights like fine works of art hung in the gallery of my mind. However, tonight is not one of those nights. Tonight is different. Tonight you have commanded me, as you sometimes do, to wait here for you dressed in the shimmering gauze gown you had made for me so long ago. It hangs luxuriously on my body, caressing every part of me, making me tingle from head to toe. I am anxious tonight because I do not know what you have planned for me. In the past you have come to me in this manner only slightly demanding, occasionally ordering me to do this or that for your pleasure, each time going a bit further in those orders. Tonight you have said you will push me further then you ever have before, a test if you will to see if I can stand up to being your only love and companion through out time. I wonder what you will do this time.
I shudder remembering the first time you had me wait for you here. You came in as you usually do, taking me up in your arms and kissing me passionately and deeply. I thrilled to your touch and the delight of having you near me. But you stood back and looked at me disappointedly. I was confused for a moment because you so rarely look at me that way and when you do I strive to please you beyond all things.
You shook your head and said, "My love, did you forget to do something?" I looked around to see what I had forgotten. I was dressed appropriately, I had the Champaign set to chill, and I had the music you requested. Everything looked fine to me and then I noticed your gaze sweep across the bed. I had forgotten to turn down the sheets as you like for me to do.
"I am sorry; I was so excited for you to be here it must have slipped my mind." I said as I smiled into your eyes.
"Be that as it may, you were careless and disobedient. You must be punished so that you do not forget to mind my orders." You said this with such love in your voice that I was immediately ashamed of my forgetfulness and truly felt that I needed to me reprimanded for my crime.