I'm nervous.
Sir will be home soon.
I could try to pretend that nothing had happened in His absence, but I know I won't be able to lie to Him. And in some ways I want to be punished for what I've done. I'm scared but excited.
I hear His key in the door and my heartbeat quickens. I come out of the bedroom, cute baby doll & heels on, click clacking across the laminate floor to greet Him.
He always looks so good in his suit, and I'm always annoyed that when He puts in on, He leaves me to go to work. He smiles when he sees how I'm dressed and I run at Him to kiss Him.
"How's my baby girl?" He says as He embraces me, making me feel warm & safe as I breathe in His smell. At this moment I think I shouldn't tell Him. He's
so happy to see me, but I know that would be wrong.
I take His hand without looking up at Him and lead Him to the bedroom. Normally this is where I help Him undress, loosen His tie & hear about His day. But when we get into the bedroom I turn & kneel down at His feet.
Without looking up, I quietly say
"Sir, I did something naughty."
He doesn't reply, and I think maybe I spoke too softly. I look up and see His glare. It makes me bite my lip.
After a long pause He asks
"What did you do?"
I take a deep breath, look down at my lap and blurt it out quickly.
"I was lonely without you here. I was thinking about all the things you like to do to me and I got excited. I know I wasn't meant to... but I touched myself Sir. I'm sorry."
"Did you come?" Is his reply, his tone
giving nothing away. Is he angry?
"Yes" I look up at Him, hoping to be able to read His expression, but He turns away taking off His jacket.
I stay kneeling on the floor & watch as
He takes off His tie, loosens His cuff links and rolls up the sleeves of His shirt. He says nothing & doesn't look at me.
What is He thinking? Will He spank me? I don't like making Sir angry but I want to be punished. Maybe my disobedience
was because I need discipline, I want Him to beat my bratty little ass. But not knowing what He's thinking is scary. Maybe He'll just leave.
The sound of the chair dragging across the laminate flooring interrupts my thoughts. Sir places the chair in front of me. I attempt to apologize once more.
"I'm sor..."