With the bags in hand, I raced to the door of the bedroom and tossed them towards the bed. Rushing, I undid the buttons to my blouse with one hand while tugging at the zipper of my skirt with the other. I showered quickly, only taking extra time to carefully run the razor over my mound, making sure it was smooth, as you liked it.

I glanced at the clock as I dried myself and my eyes widened at the time as I realized I would have to pick up my pace or risk angering you further. Experience told me that I did not want to push you, I knew you were angry enough already. I carefully applied my make up, darkening my eyes with charcoal liner and reddening my lips, knowing that is what you prefer. I piled my curly blonde hair loosely on the top of my head and secured it with only a few pins so that you could easily take it down if that was your desire. Squirting a small dose of your favourite scent into the air, I walked through it as I gave myself a final glance over in the mirror. Satisfied with what I saw, I approached the bed, picking up my discarded clothing and depositing it in the laundry basket along the way.

I grabbed all of the bags at once and dumped the contents on to the bed. A small smile crossed my lips even as the butterflies started in my stomach. In front of me was an impressive array of toys, accessories and clothing that clearly indicated I was in for one wild weekend.

I smiled to myself at the outfit you had chosen, leaving my pussy and breasts bare for your easy access. Sitting gingerly on the edge of the bed, I rolled the black stockings up my shapely legs. Next came a lacy black garter, to which I fastened the stocking tops. Completing the look was a black lace corset that tied in front, just under my breasts, leaving them pushed up and fully exposed. I took special care to tie the corset tightly, knowing that you would stand for no less.

Turning, I grabbed the new toys off the bed and hurried to the basement to display them in the playroom as you had directed. I shivered as I entered the playroom, partially from the chill of the basement air and partially from the memory of the activities that had taken place there in the past. I carefully laid out the items you had selected by phone, a remote control butterfly, a new flogger, a tube of lubricant and a package of three butt plugs each one bigger than the next, that I took out and stood up, arranging them in order of size. Wondering if that would be all you required, I quickly set out your other instruments as well, displaying them neatly towards the back of the table so that they would be easily accessible if you decided to use them.

Returning to the bedroom, I dug my black heels out of the closet and put them on. They were 4-inch heels, with a strap that secured them around my ankles. You often had me wear them in the past so I hoped I was making a good choice in selecting them to complete the outfit you had chosen for me. It was 4:25 and I knew I had to hurry for you would be arriving any minute. I opened the last package, some nipple clamps with a thin silver chain running between them. Licking my thumb, I ran it over one nipple while blowing on my breast, coaxing my nipple to ripen and stand at attention. I quickly fastened the clamp to it, cringing at the immediate discomfort before repeating the process on the other nipple. Crossing to the dresser and mirror, I opened my jewellery case and took out the thick black leather collar with D ring in the front and fastened it around my neck. I gathered up the bags from the store and grabbed my leash from the back of the bedroom door. Hurrying down the hallway, I entered the kitchen, tossed the bags in the garbage and opened the fridge as I heard your car pull into the drive.

With my heart racing, I grabbed a beer, twisted the top off and walked to the entry hall with it in one hand. I knelt down as I attached my leash to my collar and heard your key in the lock. As I lowered myself back onto my haunches, I extended both arms, one hand holding your beer and the other my leash. I lowered my eyes demurely as the door opened and you entered.

My mind was racing. Had I remembered everything? I was sure I had but you didn’t say a word as you entered our home and it caused me to question myself. The silence was deafening as you removed your coat and hung it in the closet. Your shoes tapped on the marble entry way as you approached me and snatched the beer out of my hand. You took a long swallow before taking my leash and giving it a tug. “Crawl,” you commanded in a gruff voice. Swallowing, I crawled behind you, struggling to keep up as you marched swiftly into the living room and settled yourself on the couch.

Still in the crawling position, I waited for your next command. My tongue was burning to speak with you, to apologize, but I knew better and remained silently at your feet. You took another pull off the beer and leaning forward, balanced it on my back, using me as your table. You removed your shoes and tossed them on the floor beside me as you leaned back into the couch and put your feet up on the coffee table. Reaching for the remote, you clicked on the news and continued the silent treatment with me. I stayed there, miserably silent, balancing your beer on my back and desperately wishing that you would say something, anything, to me. Even your scolding would be more welcomed than this silence.

I sighed quietly with relief each time you took your beer off my back for it allowed me to relax slightly without having to worry that the slight change of position would cause the beer to topple over. I had no idea what to expect from this evening. Of course, you had been mad at me before but I could not remember another time where you had not spoken to me for such a long period of time. I was used to being silent but it was unnerving to have you be so quiet. Pondering my fate, I was unaware of you silently studying me.

A yank on my leash brought my attention back to the present and I automatically stiffened my body, preparing to be your table again. But you had something else in mind. “Present your ass to me, slut,” you quietly commanded. Drawing in a deep breath, I slowly crawled in a semi-circle until I was facing away from you so my ass was pointed in your direction. I started to tremble, partially nervous of what was to come, partially anticipating it. It was the anticipation that won out and I felt my juices start to stir, slickening me as I waited for you.

I could feel you moving behind me but I could not make out what you were doing. I expected, of course, to hear the zipper of your pants and was confused when I did not. What I did hear was a deep whooshing sound, a split-second before I heard a crack and felt the sting as your hand guided one of your shoes to land a direct smack on my ass cheeks. Involuntarily I cried out in pain and surprise. “Shut up,” you shouted as you landed another smack, this one harder than the last. Though the second smack was not unexpected, I could not stop myself from crying out again.

You leaned forward and grabbed my hair with your hand, yanking my head back ruthlessly. Leaning into my ear, you whispered menacingly, “You want to be vocal Bitch? Fine. You will count off the smacks I give you, thanking me for each one. If you miss one, I will start over. If you make any other noise other than what I have just described, I will start over. Do you understand me?” I swallowed and nodded, tears coming to my eyes. “Good,” came your terse reply. “12 to start with then.”

You released my hair and brought your shoe down on me again. SMACK!

Biting my lip so as not to whimper I drew in a quick breath and then exhaled, tightly saying, “One, thank you Master.”

CRACK! You wasted no time landing another whack to my behind.

“Two, thank you Master.”

Your smacks rained down, fast and furious. I was fully sobbing by the fifth smack and though it was hard, I did manage to count off all twelve of the blows in the way you had asked. Praying that I had done so to your satisfaction, I fell immediately silent, other than the quiet sobbing, after the twelfth smack. My ass cheeks burned furiously and I longed to reach back and rub them to try to soothe them but I didn’t dare.

Abruptly you stood and tugged on my leash in silent command as you headed down the hall towards the bedroom. I crawled behind you, sniffling, still crying and wondering what else you had in store for me. Just inside the bedroom door, you dropped my leash as you commanded me simply, “Stay.” I lifted my eyes and followed your movements. You removed your tie and tossed it carelessly on the bed as you headed to the washroom, undressing along the way. I unabashedly admired your physique, your tight muscles, as you moved away from me and into the shower.

My knees hurt from being on them for so long but still I did not move. I had already disappointed you enough today, I would do whatever I could to make you proud of me again. Maybe then you would speak to me lovingly, like you usually did, like I was longing for so badly right now. You returned to the bedroom and pulled some clothes out of your closet and then out of mine. “Get up and get dressed,” came your only words. My heart wept as I realized that you were still angry. I tried to move quickly once I stood but my knees were stiff and I felt awkward as I crossed to the bed to grab the clothes you had thrown there.