From a scale of 1-10, if you'd ask him how mad she was, he's going with the 10. Really mad in all honesty.
It's not like the first time Harry swore since becoming hers, although the only problem was that he did it in public, in front of other people. Two years of being her husband, five years since they began that sort of relationship, he was still in the dark about what she was going to do to when they get home. Spankings weren't likely, she knew he loved those, vibrators were used often, but only when the offense wasn't that high. He hasn't broken a rule in weeks, so what would she have in plan now?
"Mommy?" He dared to ask as the SUV sped down the high way, his hand gripping the steering wheel tightly. Yes, Mommy, he was in fact into age play and being a little, whether he was in headspace or not. Although a bit too feminine for a guy, Harry was completely straight, just wanting to be loved and cared for. Exactly what made him stand out.
Taylor did what broke his heart most.
She ignored him.
It was pretty obvious that Taylor could hear the lad, they sat right next to each other, him on the driver's seat and her on the passenger's. All she was doing was purposely keeping silent, that wasn't a good sign, not a good sign at all.
"Mommy?" He tried again. Still no response.
One more chance.
"Mistress, I'm sorry, I—"
She cuts off the sentence, anger evident on her features, "If you know what's best for you, Harold, you'll keep your mouth shut. Now drive." Not baby, love, kitten, not even a simple 'Haz' or 'Harry', it just had to be 'Harold', that's when Harry knew his Dom was mad. So mad.
Not wanting to be in an even worse situation (if that were possible) he keep his lips shut tight and focused on the road, wanting to get home as soon as possible to get this over with.
Imagining what she would do to him in the next few minutes created a small tent in his jeans, straining against the fabric as he tried his best not to squirm from the lack of friction.
Taylor gives him a sideward glance, her eyes landing on his hard before looking back up and out the window. Harry let out a small whimper when his wife doesn't react, finally pulling up into the driveway, taking note of the paparazzi around the house.
"Better not let them see that raging boner of yours," The Dom muttered and waited for Harry to get out of the car to open the door for her. The Sub does exactly that, at the same time trying to keep out of any camera's view in case a photographer might get a horrible angle and accidentally snap a picture of my boner.
The security somehow managed to make a way for them to get inside, once safe from the fans and media, Harry instantly fell to my knees in front of Taylor, to be honest, he's quite used to the position, it's like an everyday thing when they alone. It was, after all, a part of one of her rules, and breaking any more rules isn't exactly what he wanted for the time being.
"Living room, strip," She ordered before wandering off to the kitchen. The boy frowned but follow her command anyway, walking into the living room. At least she didn't make him crawl, doing that would've been a whole lot worse.
Hands reach for his clothes and he tossed them to the side, leaving him in nothing at all, only the tattoos inked on him covered his body.
By the time he knelt with his body facing the entrance, Taylor walked in, heels clicking against the tiles, judging from her shadow, she seemed to be holding something in her enclosed fist, "This is the first time you've sworn in months, so I'll make sure this punishment will forever be remembered, you have no idea how disappointed I am in you. Up," She said, when he got to his feet, her hands reach to the floor and grains of uncooked rice drop from it and onto the carpeted area. Holy shit, he knew exactly what she's about to do, it wasn't something good either.
"Hands behind your head, kneel," She motions at the rice. Harry knew better than to protest or look up so he just did what she told him to and let the grains come in contact with his skin, lifting his arms up to his head. The rice presses against his flesh and his hands were getting tired as he tried his best to not make it move from it's current spot.
"That's not the last of it, because you cursed, and that was in public at someone, mind you, you're revoked from your speaking priveleges for the rest of the day. No words at all, if you want something, signal it with your hands and by the way, falling into headspace won't help your current situation."
"Friends are coming in a few minutes, Karlie, Ed, Selena and Cara, they're aware of what we do, added the fact you've also checked public humiliation in your list of Greens."
The speaking thing was bad enough but if she was planning to humiliate him in front of her friends, he'll never disobey ever again in his whole life.
"When they arrive, you will come with me, they're here for dinner so I want you to serve them, no giving eye contact and you'll eat on the floor. Still naked, if you were wondering." Leather clasps onto his neck, an all too familiar sensation, a collar.
Harry gave a slow nod, taking in everything. Hoping this was the last of the punishment though, he really just want to cuddle with her and snuggle up in a blanket. Serving her friends shouldn't be that hard, the only thing is that Ed is like his best mate, but whatever, he just need to get this over with so he can sit on the couch with his Dom while watching television.
Sweaty curls fall in front of his face as the rice grains leave marks on his knees. It was like having needles constantly poking against them. Never, not even as a child, has he been made to kneel on rice, he has heard stories about this, especially from friends who live in the South, they've had it done to them and apparently it hurts.
He used to laugh the thought off, but now he was feeling their excruciating pain.
