She has been naughty.
The details of her misbehavior still discomfit me and I will not share them here.
Suffice it to say her transgression covered both disobedience and disrespect.
I could forgive either, with sufficient recompense, but not the combination.
She must be punished.
She knows this and she trembles now, kneeling over our bed.
She is a pretty thing, her blond hair shaking over her shoulders, the gray office jacket fitting her feminine form perfectly, emphasizing the soft curves of her bottom from the rear.
Oh yes, the matching skirt lays folded carefully over its' hanger in her closet, where I watched her place it at my direction.
I cut the slip off of her and threw it somewhere.
It was her favorite.
The very, very expensive heels are still on her feet, just as I ordered.
I gave her that gift in recompense for a special pleasure she provided me for my birthday. Her oral skills are superb and she pleased me just as instructed.
Repeatedly.
Now, however, it is time for negative reinforcement.
I stand behind her in my best heels and a pair of silken stockings I purchased for this occasion, only. They will be discarded when this night is finished.
I wear nothing else.
I let her gaze fall over me at length as she undressed. She notes my expression, my resolve. Her eyes drop to my breasts and linger, remembering the pleasure she has taken there.
Not tonight.
She moves to kneel, to kiss my pussy but I stop her with my left hand and turn her toward the bed.
She knows better than to think I will let her trade sexual favors by way of apology.
I am nude that she is reminded of the pleasure she takes in me and by reference, that I take in her.
