I hear your key turn in the front door, and automatically assume my position on the floor: kneeling with my hands in my lap and my head bowed – we established long ago that I’m not allowed to look you in the eye without permission. As you enter the house and walk towards me I feel a rush of anticipation, and try and work out what mood you’re in by the speed and heaviness of your footsteps. I watch your shoes as they approach and stop in front of my knees. I don’t dare look up at you. Without being asked, I lean forward, kiss each shoe and whisper,
“Welcome home, master.” You make no reply but grab a handful of my hair and drag me to my feet. I can’t help but cry out, even though I know this will make you more angry. Maybe I do it on purpose.

You yank my hair, forcing me to look up into your dark eyes. You look me up and down with disgust, and I begin to feel a familiar tingling sensation between my thighs. “Did I TELL you to speak?” your mouth is right beside my ear now, I feel your hot breath on my cheek. I shake my head as best as I can with most of my hair caught up in your fist. “That’s right. So why the FUCK did you think I wanted to hear your voice? You deliberately spoke without permission didn’t you? Do you want me to punish you? Because now I’m going to have to – and it’s all your fault remember…you brought this on yourself you disgusting little bitch.” I look into your eyes again, silently pleading, but knowing you can see how much I love to hate this. I stumble as you drag me up the stairs, never letting go of my long hair, and lead me into the bedroom. You take me to the bed and suddenly push my head down hard, forcing me to bend over, with my elbows on the mattress in front of me. “You are going to count ever single time my hand hits you – and you will thank me for each one, understand?” I nod in reply, loving the total control you have over me. I almost forget about the oncoming spanking until I feel a sharp SLAP on my bare behind. My skin burns where your hand has just been and for the second time in the half hour that you’ve been back I exclaim in pain.