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She paces back and forth in the bedroom. Her breath quick and nervous. Why did she say that? What made her do it? The questions roll around in her mind. Her silky dinner dress swishing with each step. She could hear Him downstairs crashing dishes around the kitchen.
Her forehead broken out in a sweat. Suddenly there was only silence. She sits on the end of the bed, straining to hear if He was coming up the stairs.
He was so mad. She never seen His face like that before. She wrings her fingers in around each other. She had never been just sent to her room before. He always followed and gave her punishment right away.
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That evening they had a small circle of friends over for dinner. Everything was going perfectly or so she thought. She was laughing, flirting and socializing. She had four glasses of wine instead of her allowed two and was getting a little too loud. She never realized He had been watching her closely all evening and keeping track.
Lost in a conversation with one of the girls He asked her to start clearing the table and she just waved her hand at Him and said. "You can do it."
The whole room suddenly fell deadly silent. They all knew the lifestyle they lived as some of the guests lived it as well. She turns and looks at Him almost horrified at what just flew out of her mouth.
His lips pressed into a tight thin line. The vein on the side of His temple started to pulse, "To your room. NOW!" His tone was so icy cold it sent shivers up her whole body.
Her mouth drops open and face turns white as a sheet, "But, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it Sir! please!" She begged deeply
His eyes narrowed with warning.
She quickly got up from the table and practically ran up the stairs.
He apologized to all the guests who immediately got up and starting to clear out.
He knew He had to calm down before going upstairs, so He started to clean up. Taking some of His anger out on the dishes, breaking several of them in the sink.
Never in the 2 years they have been together did she ever talk to Him like that, and to make matters worse in front of their guests!
He knew she would be stewing upstairs, and He planned on keeping her that way until He could think straight.
He slips down to the playroom and starts looking around. Taking in a breath He grabs her most hated tools, a spider gag, inflatable anal plug and High posture collar, He lays them out on the rolling metal cart.
Walking around stroking His chin in thought, looking over His array of canes, floggers and whips hanging on the walls. Shaking His head He pulls down the Rattan cane flicking it through the air, getting use to it once again. He has not had to use this on her for a very long time.
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She sits up straight on the bed hearing Him slowly coming up the stairs. Her body trembling and keeping her fingers twisting around each other, her heart pounding in her ears the closer He gets to the closed door.
He pushes the door open slowly. His dark eyes are icy cold and leans His shoulder against the door frame, crossing His strong arms over His chest.
She blinks at Him wanting to rush to His feet and beg for forgiveness, but she holds fast and stammers over her words, "Please Sir, I don't know what got into me, I'm so sorry!"
"I know exactly what got into you, four glasses of wine." His tone steady and cold.
She squirms on the end of the bed, not able to keep her fingers from fidgeting around each other in her lap. She looks down at them not able to hold His cold stare. She has been a good girl for several months without innocent and now those four little words screwing it all up. Her body flinches at His voice.
"Get up and strip." He barks out sharply.
Quickly she stands up, reaching behind her and slowly pulling the zipper of her dress down. Wriggling her shoulders slowly to let it drape down and off her perky 34B breasts. She bends and steps out of it, laying it on the bed. Her fingers sliding into the small band of her panties, wiggling them down off her supple hips and stepping out of them. She starts to pull down one of her thigh highs and He stops her.
"Not those, or the shoes. Now get on your knees and follow." Without another word knowing she will do she was told, He turns walks down the hall and down the stairs.