She stood outside the door and pulled the keys from her pocket with shaking hands. The clinking they made as they hit together made her grimace, though she was sure it couldn't be heard from the other side of the door. She hesitated, and then taking a deep breath inserted the key into the lock and turned it.
He was on his feet the second he heard her key. He'd been waiting over an hour, and tension and frustration filled his body.
As she opened the door she saw him standing a couple feet away, leaning against the wall, his face expressionless.
She quickly shut the door, and then without a word and in an act of submission lowered herself to her knees silently in front of him.
"Where were you?" his voice was calm but she could hear the hint of anger that lay underneath.
"I-I, made a mistake," she stuttered.
"Yes you did, and you've displeased me," he said as he moved to stand directly over her. She dared not move.
"Now, I'm going to ask again, and I'd like a better answer," his voice still low, "Where were you?"
"I went out with Jenn, and I stayed too late at her house." She cringed at her own words, knowing herself how foolish she had been. "I hit traffic on the way home, and I forgot to bring my cell phone." She finished her voice trailing off.
"I'm sorry Master." She said in a bare whisper as she crawled over to kiss his feet. She hoped to please him. Perhaps even make up a little for how neglectful she had been.
Placing his foot on her shoulder he pushed her back. She glanced up at him, and then seeing the irritation that lit his eyes quickly looked away.
"I'm disappointed, and appalled that you would do something so ridiculous."
Tears welled up in her eyes as he spoke the words. She knew that she had disappointed him.
"I'm so sorry Master." She said again, her shame clearly written across her face.
He watched her for a moment, and then said, "Master? No, that's not going to do it anymore. A person as undisciplined, and disrespectful as you've been, doesn't deserve to address me by such a title. You've let me down, and for now you'll address me as Sir again, do you understand?" He spoke with no expression.
"Yes Sir," she whispered as tears spilled down her cheek leaving a small wet trail to her chin. The thought alone of being demoted to calling him "Sir" again was horrible enough. Hearing herself speak it, brought it home, making it worse.
She had referred to him as "Sir" when they had first started training as Dom/sub together. It was only a couple months ago that he had given her permission to start referring to him as "Master". She had been thrilled and so excited to have pleased him. Now she had to deal with the hurt of being brought back on her progress.
Though he didn't like bringing her back to his former title, it was something that needed to be done. The truth of the matter was that he had been more concerned than angry when he arrived home and she hadn't been there.
Since moving in together she'd been at the door each day when he came home from work. Before living together, if she said she was going to be somewhere, she always was. One thing that really irritated him was someone saying they were going to be somewhere, or do something, and then not doing it. This was part of the reason that they both owned cell phones.
All she needed to know for now was that he was disappointed, and upset with her for being careless.
"Go to the living room and get on the table." He said, as he took a deep breath to contain his frustration.
Dropping to her hands and knees she quickly crawled to the living room. A square coffee table sat in the middle of the room. When they had bought it together, they had specifically chosen it because it was sturdy, which made it useful for many things. At times he enjoyed simply having her kneel on the table, facing him, so he could look at her. Her hands would be clasped behind her back, causing her to arch slightly, breasts raised and forward. She was also to have her legs slightly spread, which would give him access to her pussy if he wished.
She knew when he asked her to "get on the table," this was the position that he wanted her in.
Two difficulties she had had in the past were one, being able to sit still for long periods; and two, exposing herself completely to him without being self-conscious. These activities always tested her.
He watched her go and then followed behind her. As she got on the table he stood and watched. Satisfied with her position he moved into the kitchen, getting himself a drink from the fridge, before walking back into the dining room and sitting down. Truly he had no interest in the drink, he simply wanted to make sure that he was calm and without any anger before he approached her again. While most of his frustration had turned to worry in the time she'd not come home, he was feeling some irritation in the neglectful story she had told him as the reason for not being home. It was a very strict and good rule between them that he would never approach or discipline her when he had any anger towards her or a situation.
Taking his time he finished his drink, and read a couple of chapters from a book that he had left at the table. Calm and relaxed he turned and looked at her. Aside from a few small shifts in her position that he'd seen from the corner of his eye, she had behaved well, not moving.
He softly spoke to her from where he sat, "Do you understand why I was upset?"
"Yes Sir,"
Her response was timid, and barely audible. She'd always been very soft spoken; a natural submissive. He loved that about her.
"Hmm... I appreciate that you understand our relationship so well. You know you're going to be punished for what you did don't you?"
"Yes Sir," there was a small tremor in her voice.
While tears threatened to run from her eyes again, she secretly felt a chill of excitement flow through her at the mention of punishment. Her mind wandered, thinking of the sharp sting of the paddle, the restraints that might hold her, and the roughness that may be used if he chose to fuck her. Out of the corner of her eye she saw that he had stood and was moving towards her. Bringing her mind back to concentrate fully on him she tried to ignore the dampness that was already forming between her legs.
He moved to the front of her, "Take your clothes off."
With hands that shook slightly she started doing as she was told. She removed her top and then stood to remove her shoes and jeans.
Watching her undress had always turned him on. He felt the familiar heat of desire spreading through his body as she reached behind her back to unfasten the soft cloth of her bra. His craving to see her fully nude getting the better of him, he wrapped his fingers around the delicate cloth of her thong and jerked hard, ripping it from her.
She froze with her hands behind her back and cried out in surprise at his sudden move. A small sting pain ensued from his motion as the fabric had left a small strip of a burn across her hip. The heat of the burn spread up and through her body, and she gave a small pleasurable shudder in response that surprised even her.
Grabbing the front of her bra he gave another small jerk on its fabric, snapping the last clasp that hadn't yet come undone from her hands.
She moved her hands to her sides and stood still, unsure of whether or not she should return to the table.
"Get back on the table." He commanded, he'd seen her shudder, though he was uncertain on the cause. Stripping her clothes from her in the rough fashion had led to only heightening his arousal.
Immediately she obeyed, moving to the position she'd been in before, keeping her head and eyes down.
Moving around the table he let his eyes run over her. She had a gorgeous body; her nipples and belly button were pierced, as well as her tongue. They definitely had made for useful accessories in the past, and he was sure they would tonight also.
A small end table was located at the end of the couch and he went to it, crouching down he pulled out a little drawer that was on the inside. He removed from it four weights; all that were attached to clamps of sorts.
Standing up he faced her. The two smaller weights he fastened to her nipples, the clamps shaped as tight circles that easily attached behind her piercings. They weighed down, creating a constant, slightly painful pull. Leaning forward he reached between her legs, carefully attaching the two larger weights to each side of her outer labia.
Though she sat very still, everything inside her body screamed to shift uncomfortably. She disliked... no, hated the weights, especially when she had to move and they swung back and forth. It was something that she had always been willing to endure for his pleasure and satisfaction.
"You're very good for holding so still," He spoke quietly while watching her face, "Though it does occur to me that this is probably because of already being so disobedient today," He added, a small smile playing on his lips.
Turning he removed a paddle from the cabinet. It was about a foot and a half long, and an inch and a half wide. It was made of stiff leather. Depending on how hard he slapped her with it, it could bring a great deal of pain. It could also leave a nasty welt behind that would last.
He moved behind her and she instantly tensed.
"Don't..." his voice was firm but quiet and he placed his hand on the small of her back.
He disliked it when she'd tense up before he had even touched her.
Laying his hand across her back was all he needed do and in a moment she again relaxed.
Moving his hand downward he rubbed her ass, delighting in the feel of her hot flesh. Flesh that would soon be even hotter from the punishment he would give.
He spanked her a few times, enjoying the slight sting that he felt on his palm, the same one he knew she was feeling across her ass. For a moment he paused, and then brought the paddle down across her ass, gently to start, but hard enough to leave a mark.
She gave a little cry and jumped as the paddle made contact, the weights suiting their purpose as they swung and pulled painfully at her nipples and labia.
He smacked her again, harder this time.
Again she jumped, giving a small whimper as she felt the heat from the raising welt spread through her body.
