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“Welcome home Sir, I trust everything is to your satisfaction?”

She is facing the wall wearing nothing but black satin panties. Their waistline so straight around her it is as if she used a ruler to align them. They are thin, semi translucent so the divine curves of buttocks are clearly visible through them.

I drop my hat on the table and slowly remove my gloves and place them beside it before picking up the riding crop she has carefully positioned there. My actions are slow and deliberate as I drink in the sight of her delicious curves and smell the anticipation of her submission.

I brush my hand down her long chestnut brown hair feeling its silky smoothness. “Have you been a good girl today?”

“Of course, Sir.”

There is a whispered crack as the shaft of the crop contacts her behind. She gasps.

“Don’t be lippy.” I rest the crop on her cheeks. “I asked if you have been a good girl?”

“Yes Sir,”

I ignore the slight smile I can hear in her voice and take one of her stray locks between my thumb and forefinger. “Have you brushed your hair?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Neatness is all I ask. Is this neat?” I pull on the stray strand.

“No Sir.”

“Fetch the hairbrush.”

She slinks across the room, her behind swaying like a fashion model on a catwalk. It takes all my willpower not to unzip myself and take her over the table but this is her game and I will play it to its finish.