The phone rings. I answer, “Hel-“

“Don’t speak. I’ll be home at 8. Be in position.”

No sweet talk, no asking how my day was going. Just his demand. Shit. Not good. I looked at the clock. 7 already?! I get up and get busy.

I glanced at the clock, two more minutes. I get in position, knowing you won’t come in any earlier, but even if you’re late, I’m not to be. It feels like forever, but I finally hear the front door open. My heart soared. I love knowing you’ve come home to me. Then I hear your voice. I can’t make out what you’re saying. Then I hear her. You’ve brought someone home.

“You’ll see. She’s a bit naughty, but she’s such a good little bitch. You’re going to have some fun,” I hear you talking to this other woman. I can hear you coming down the hall. I watch the door knob turn, then the door open. You come into our bedroom, looking so damn good, it hurts. Then she follows. Jesus, she’s gorgeous. I bite my lip to keep from smiling. Daddy’s brought home a toy! I think to myself. I watch the two of you approach the bed.

“I see you’ve obeyed. But you’re missing something,” you say to me. I was so caught up eyeing the new candy that I didn’t notice the bag in your hand. You set it on the bed, reach inside, and pull out a black leather contraption. I clear my throat, our sign of me asking permission to speak. “You may speak,” you respond.

Softly, just like you expect, I say, “I apologize, but I’m not sure what that is, Daddy.”

“This, my beautiful, disobedient, little slut, is a chastity belt.” You see my eyes widen, my glance over to the other female. You smile when you see that I’ve finally noticed her smirk. “Oh! You thought I brought you home a toy, didn’t you?”

A direct question needs no permission to answer verbally. “Y-yes, Daddy.”

“Did you do anything extra to earn a plaything, my little whore?”

“No, Daddy.”

“No, you didn’t,” you confirm. You reach into your pocket and pull out your knife, and quickly cut the thin straps on my thong. “You didn’t earn anything new, you earned yourself a punishment.” You toss the shredded thread of fabric out of the way, reach into the toy box and pull out your crop. My legs start quivering. “Stand up, and bend over the bed with your legs apart.” I do so quickly. “Missy, come over here and meet my little whore.”

The woman stands close and you hand her the crop. “This is Missy. Well, Mistress, to you.” She is going to help me administer your punishment. Do you remember earlier this week, when you were having a bit of fun online? You got into a pretty steamy conversation with another man. That part was fine. We have discussed the limits you have, and you did not go out of them. Except when you decided to leave me hanging and finish your little rendezvous. THAT is where you fucked up.” WHACK! You slap my ass cheek. I gasped and clenched my hands in the sheets, not making a sound. “You made a bad choice, little bitch.” WHACK! The other cheek is stinging now.