Friday morning I climbed into my car and reached over to place my purse on the passenger seat. There next to me was a box with a card on it. My name was scribbled across it in your handwriting. Eagerly I opened the envelope and found directions on what I was to do with the box.
"Enclosed are some clothes I thought you would look amazing in. Make sure everything is tended to before I come home and we'll see what fun we can have. Do not look in the box. Wait until all your chores are done and you're showered and shaved before you open the box. Love always, Me." I smiled and placed the card inside my purse.
I sat at work anxious all day leaving voicemails on your phone waiting for you to answer, but you must've have your calls forwarded for the day.
As the day passed slowly I began more and more anxious. Feeling the wetness spread onto my thongs that you had asked me to wear this morning before leaving for work. I decided to dive into my work and not ponder what was in that box. By the time I knew it was 5:15 and I knew I was going to be late and that you'd most likely be home before I would.
Quickly I grabbed my purse and keys out of the drawer of my desk and rushed home. I hopped into the shower. As I shaved like the speed of light I had hoped I got ever little piece of hair and dried myself off as I opened the box with one hand. I saw an ironed shirt and knee high socks and a school girl's dress. I smirked and slid on the skirt and the socks. I put on my shirt minus my bra and the dried my hair and put it up in two pig tails to fit the image.
My large breasts hung in the shirt as I wondered about adding my bra even though it wasn't placed into the box you had given me. The panties were plain white cotton that I slipped on last. It was odd having them on after going between pantieless and thongs the past year.
No make up was added – per your instruction and I ran about the house trying to tidy up before you pulled into the driveway.
As I started putting the dishes in the dishwasher I looked out the window and saw you pull up and bit my lip as I ran into the front room and sat on the couch reading a book. I heard your keys in the door and I continued to read as you walked in and placed your briefcase on the table in the foyer. I placed my book face down on the table and walked over to kiss your cheek. You accept me with open arms as they wrap around my body feeling my ass through the plaid skirt. Your hand raises my skirt and you lightly pat my ass as I remove my lips from your cheek.
"Did you get everything done, my sweet?" I step back and look at you as you smile. "You fit the innocent role well, my slut. I love the pig tails." You clear your throat and walk away from me as I continue to stand in one place. "Let me go get a few things and see if you accomplished your chores. Finish reading your chapter. I'll be right back."
After I watch you head up the stairs I know you're headed for the bedroom and I know our bed has not been made. This will definitely displease you. I find myself reading the one line over and over again as I hear your footsteps walking from room to room checking my work. I know the wet towels are on the floor as well as my toothbrush and cup out of place.
Your footsteps touch the landing and you begin to descend on the stairway and I hear you begin to clear your throat once again. The swinging door to the kitchen is pushed open by you and I hear drawers open and slam shut. Almost too soon you are standing behind me with the wooden spoon in your hand.
"What is the reason all of those things were not attended to? Last time I checked you were able to clean up after yourself." I felt my face go red and buried my face deeper into the book as I tried to get the gumption to speak.
"I left work late and tried to get ready before you came home. I figured those things could wait until I saw you."
"Were those my instructions? No! Working late is no reason." Your hand tilts my head back and our eyes meet and you stare hard into my eyes. "Put that book down and get your ass up there and tend to those chores now! I will order dinner since you must've forgotten that as well." I closed the book and walked around the couch. When I walk behind you, you hit my ass sharply with the wooden spoon. I gasp and you chuckle. "There's more where that came from. Hurry your ass back here or you won't be getting any pleasure from me for a very long time."
I ran upstairs and began to clean throwing the soaked towels in the laundry shoot and cleaned the rest of the bathroom. I went into the bedroom and started to make the bed as I heard you on the phone ordering dinner. My cunt was so warm I had to feel how wet I had gotten since you had gotten home. I slipped my right hand down my panties and felt the wetness seeping out of me. I brought my fingers to my lips and tasted them as I heard you call my name. I fixed my panties and hurried down the stairs to find you standing there.
You hold your hand out to me and I take it as you kiss my fingers. I begin to get nervous hoping you do not smell my scent on my fingers.
"Did you touch yourself while you were upstairs?" I shake my head no and you shake your head in disbelief. "I can smell your sweet cunt. Bend over!" You point to the couch and I bend over the back of the couch and you follow me. I feel your hands on my back slide down to my hips and you raise the skirt and press your fingers into my soaked panties.
You start to manipulate my cunt and you bend over me and I feel the hardness of your cock against my cunt. Your place a few kisses on the back of my neck and then you stand up. I do not feel a touch from you before I feel the sting of the wooden spoon on my right ass cheek. As I scream you rub my ass cheek.