I come home and hear my fiancΓ© in the shower. After a long day at work, I decide to join him and then take a nap. Stripping down to nothing, I walk in the bathroom and step in the shower. I'm completely caught off guard when his hands encircle my wrists and slam them against the shower wall. Looking up, I see his piercing blue eyes staring at me accusingly. I stand perfectly still, pinned up against the wall. He then takes each of my wrists and puts them in the Velcro shower cuffs we had bought.
"Baby, what's wrong?" I say.
He stared at me for a second, then slaps me across the face. I gasp out, wanting to scream but knowing better. He grabs my chin and brings his face close to mine.
"First of all, you will address me as Master or Sir. Secondly, you have been such a bad slut lately I'm surprised you have to ask what you've done."
As he speaks, my stomach drops. He must have found the vibrator out of place.
"Are you bored with me, slut?"
"No, of course not Master!" I stammer, not meeting his eye. He sighs loudly and walks out of the shower, turning off the water and leaving me bound to the wall. I stand there for over an hour. I know he wants me to think about my decisions. When he comes back for me, I am shivering and cold. He uncuffs me and grabs me by my hair. He drags me down the hall and throws me onto the bed with rage in his eyes.
He bends me over his knee. I see him pull out a riding crop and my heart starts to pound.
"No, please Master, I'm sorry, please don't spank me!" I cry out, making feeble attempts to squirm away.
My head is yanked back by my hair and I am slapped hard three times. I still myself and my hands curl into fists in anticipation.