I had displeased Him at dinner at the club. Over-eager reaching for the cream when the after dinner coffee was being served, I had managed to knock both my cup and the carafe out of the server's hands - spilling piping-hot coffee into the lap of his business associate seated next to me. There had been only shocked gasps from around the table - and very loud shrieking from under the table...more specifically, from the young woman servicing His business associate!
The tension in the air during the ride home was intense. We rode in silence. I knew that I'd be punished.
His cell phone rang just after we walked into the living room. He answered it, asked whoever was on the line to hold on a minute, and then ordered me to go to 'the room", strip and stand in the punishment corner.
I hurried to the room - the room he had set-aside to use to take his pleasure from my body - stopping just outside the doorway. Quickly, I removed my shoes and clothing, neatly folding my clothing and placing all on the small table just outside the door -- I was not allowed any clothing inside the room.
The 'corner' was the corner of the room farthest from the door - the corner where, on the walls on both sides, he hung his implements used to punish me for my misdeeds. Silently, I stood in the corner, my hands clenched behind my back, my gaze going from item to item on the wall, wondering which would be his pleasure.
His muffled voice carried from time to time down the hallway and into my corner, where I stood slowly becoming more and more nervous of what was to come - tearfully sniffling.
I didn't hear Him until he was standing behind me, reaching around and in front of me to take the ball gag off the wall. Not wishing to increase the punishment, I obediently opened my mouth and accepted the gag - which he promptly buckled behind my head. A pair of handcuffs were quickly affixed to my wrists, ensuring that my hands would stay behind my back. He then reached for the blindfold.
Once the blindfold was slipped over my eyes, He grabbed me by my elbow and hauled me backwards to the other side of the room...to his 'workbench'. He pushed me face down on its padded top, pushing my hips up and forward, my legs too short for my toes to even touch the floor. I felt him kneel between my legs, and grab one ankle and cuff it to one of the bench's legs. While affixing the other ankle the doorbell rang and He whispered in my ear, "Time to make amends my dear." He then left to answer the door.
