Tonight is girls night out for you. Friday night after a long frustrating work week and you deserve some fun. But there are rules. Eleven. That is when you said you would be home. It could have been any time, but that is the time we talked about. I don't mind waiting up, but we both know that you have broken the rules. They say rules exist to be broken, and that may be true. But sometimes there are consequences.
It's getting late and I'm a bit tired. But I'll wait up. If you get home soon, I might let it slide, but I don't think you will. You know exactly what you are doing. I'll start trying to think of a good punishment. Maybe I'll find some inspiration online. I look up a few new rope ties, look at some dirty pictures. We have a railing on the stairs I've never tied you to. Maybe I'll figure out something to do with that.
I imagine taking your wrists gently, and holding them together. I'll keep them with one hand, and slowly wrap them together with the other. Then I'll sit you down on your knees, facing up the stairs and run my hands up and down your legs very slowly, higher and higher until I barely brush the fabric of your sheer panties, and just tease until I can feel the moisture.
I'm bored with the internet. I'll get ready. I open the drawer that holds my rope. There are quite a few bundles and several lengths, and different situations call for different combinations. I'm amused and turned on at the thought of whats coming later, but also a bit cross. I do need to work early after all. This calls for a couple of the longer ropes. I strip the blankets off the bed, leaving just the bottom sheet. Two fifty foot lengths, tied up neatly just like you will be later. I set them on the bed, one on each side. Each one to tie you from hip to ankle, and fasten your beautiful leg to the bedpost. Two twenty-five foot lengths. One to bind your wrists, the other just in case. I set these too on the bed, one on each side.
I take a picture and send it to you. I know you will see it. Sure enough, you send me a response. From a bathroom stall, a picture of you sticking your tongue out at me, and another of your hand down your panties. Then a text. You'll be home soon. Soon is good, but you are still keeping me waiting.
I wake up to the door opening. You walk in looking pretty in your short black dress and tights, slightly sweaty from the warm summer night. Looking at my with a sparkle in your eyes, you drop your keys loudly on the floor. Fine. I'm awake, and you're in trouble. I stand up and give you a kiss. Then we continue.
"Pick up your keys." I tell you. "Bend at the waist, not the knees. Do it slowly so I can watch you."
You comply. When you get down to where you can reach them, I stop you with a hand to the head. You know this means to stop what you are doing.
I run my nails from the back of your left thigh, up to your ass and gently hook your dress and pull it up leaving you exposed, and still bent over.
"Lean over the bed. Do you know how cross I am? "
You nod.
"You know I'm going to have to punish you, right? "