A few days have passed since the purchase of the first ruler. Things have been busy for both of us and while our playing has been varied and still of the D/s variety, it's been a little hectic and I haven't been able to pay as much attention to you as either of us would like. That is, until Wednesday night that week.
As I mentioned, things have been hectic. The house has gotten a little messy, dishes have piled up a bit, things like that. It's nothing that an hour of cleaning won't take care of. Because you will get home earlier than I will on Wednesday night, you said that you would take care of those things and we would order out for supper. When I get home, the living room is flawless, picked up and clean. However, dirty dishes are still piled up in the sink. You're sitting on the couch, reading a book, lounging around in your work clothes (jeans, low-cut sweater, clogs).
"I thought you were going to take care of dishes tonight, too."
You just look at me and shrug. "I didn't get to them. Didn't feel like it. Besides, we're ordering out, anyway. I ordered a pizza when you pulled in the driveway." Your nose goes back into the book.
I raise an eyebrow. "But you said you would take care of that. You knew this was going to be a long day for me and I wanted to have everything cleaned up around here. I wouldn't have minded doing it myself, but you promised me that you would take care of things."
Again, you just shrug, not even looking up. "I'll get to it when I feel like it."
You know exactly how much I hate it when you tell me that you'll do something and then let it go, especially with cleaning. When you tell me that you'll do something, I expect that you'll do it when you say you will. I just stand there, staring at you, waiting for some kind of response. When you keep reading, I just sigh and set my briefcase down, giving you one last chance to do or say something, anything.
Without saying a word I walk over to you, grab you by the hair and start pulling you off the couch. You drop the book and immediately yelp out, more in surprise than pain. You start crawling along as I'm dragging you back to the bedroom, knowing that you'll be completely dragged by the hair if you don't use at least a little movement on your own. Neither of us say a word and you practically go limp until we actually get to the bedroom.
Once we're there, I sigh. "Go in the closet and bring me your ruler, then take off your jeans and clogs." You start to undress. "Lauren, I said to bring me your ruler first. Don't you think you're in enough trouble right now as it is?"
You give me a bit of a puzzled look, your jeans around your ankles. "Look, the delivery person is going to be here really soon. Don't you think this should wait until..."
I stride quickly to you, grab you by the hair and bend you over the bed, swatting your panty-clad ass three times in rapid succession on each cheek with my hand. "I didn't stutter, I didn't speak in a foreign language, and I didn't ask to be questioned. What did I tell you to do?"
Your voice chokes a bit, almost sobbing. "To grab my ruler and to take off my jeans and clogs."
"Did you do that?"
"No."
"OK, then. I'm going to let you up and give you one more chance to complete this very simple task."
You look back at me with a slightly pained look, then you walk into the closet to get your ruler. Holding the ruler in your mouth, you slip out of your clogs and jeans.
I look at you. "Well? Are you just going to stand there?"
You look at me, then drop to your knees and hold up the ruler for me. I take it from you, then unzip my slacks, my mostly hard cock flopping out and hitting your face. Your lips start to reach for it, but I sharply slap your shoulder with the ruler once, making you yelp.
"No. This isn't about my pleasure right now, this is about making sure you do what you're told. You promised me that you would handle two very simple tasks this afternoon and you ignored one of them. With attitude, I might add."
Your head bows slightly, my cock resting on your forehead, cockhead in your silky hair. "I adore you, but this kind of behavior isn't acceptable, is it?" You shake your head no. "So what's even more disturbing to me is that you know this is wrong, but you've chosen to act like this anyway." I place the wood of the ruler next to your cheek, then chin and raise your face to look at me. "Do good girls do what you did this afternoon?" Again, you shake your head and I sigh. "Get up on the bed. Rest your head on your palms, elbows propping up your head, knees down, ass in the air." You stare at me for a moment. "Now!"
You scramble up on the bed and assume the position diagonally on a corner of the bed, head at one edge, feet barely dangling off another edge. I walk behind you and start rubbing your ass with the ruler. "Lauren, why am I doing this?"
"Because I've been disobedient."
"Why else?"
