You notice that My favourite wine has run out and you should have replaced it during the day, but forgot.
I always have a glass with dinner, and have done for as long as you can remember.
Dusk is falling, and you know you are not allowed out when the street lamps are on, it happened once before and the thought of the price you paid makes you cringe.
The decision is made as you rush out of the door, the wine store only 2 blocks away, you will do it easy.
As you enter the store the owner acknowledges you, one of Sirs good friends, you pick up 2 bottles and go to pay.
You join the queue, keeping one eye on the drifting daylight.
At last your turn, you pay and go to leave.
The exit is blocked by 4 youths who make your exit impossible.
A bottle in each hand makes you vulnerable as a hand reaches under your jumper and cups your breast, another youth pats your bottom.
A flash and the street lamps take it in turn as they light up the streets, your heart misses a beat.
You look to the counter and see the owner on the phone and looking your way, as if talking about you.
A hand touches your crotch and you jump backwards and tears fill your eyes, you gather inner strength and force your way out of the store.
Not looking back you run as fast as you can chasing daylight, but to no avail.
At last you arrive home, in your hurry you had forgotten to take a key.
You lift your hand to access the knocker, at the same time you see the door handle being pushed down and the door begins to open.
You see the back of your Master as the door swings open, as if it is a revolving door.
Stepping inside you close and then drop the catch lock on the door.
All you can hear is your heart thumping in your chest like a bass drum... Your breath struggling to keep you on your feet.
Trembling hands you put His wine on the hall stand as you change from outdoors to indoor footwear.
Now unsteady feet walk towards the kitchen with His wine, a bottle in each hand. Opening the fridge door you place the wine into the door rack.
Your Master is the fairest and most sensitive man you could ever wish to meet.
He has sat down with you on hundreds of occasions to aid your training... Talking and listening, giving and taking He shows His loyalty to you.
In return he demands your loyalty, obedience and trust. Giving those three automatically entitles you to give and receive all his love.
Love is the basis of all relationships in this and most other Households.
The Master and Head of Household is the fairest of Sirs.
His rules and penalties could not be more simple and easy to understand and His guidance with the aid of correction and reminders the fairest you could ever wish for.
Your breath returns to normal but your mind belongs to a Grand Prix.
4 years ago, almost to the day you were under similar circumstances, the squeak of tyres and you rushed to the door, just as a large black car went out of view.
As you went to close the door you saw a bundle in the road.
On closer inspection you found a small dog, which had been knocked down by the disappearing car.
A visit to the vet and a return home alone by the aid of the street lamps brought you in front of Sir.
It was explained to you of the seriousness of being outside, alone, by streetlight.
With only your top and skirt to remove you were soon ready for Sirs attention.
In such cases it was explained the security of a warm up spanking was dispensed with and your position attached to the ceiling hook was soon evidence of the seriousness of your actions.
The ankle spreader bar attached securely was also testament of the amount of trouble you were causing your Master.
A fact which you must remember when apologising at the end of your correction.
The long tailed whip covered every inch of your back to your waist whilst the medium strap took control of your tits nipples and midriff.
The cane made sure that you never forgot that visit to Sir`s study or the seriousness of being out after the agreed curfew.
