Golden Rules

She received his text message, as usual, as he got off the motorway giving her her usual eighteen minutes to make sure the house was perfectly presented. She would spend the next six minutes, wiping a cloth over the surfaces to collect any dust that had gathered since she had cleaned that morning. Two minutes would be spent wiping the wooden floors to the same effect. Then she would go upstairs, check her hair, undress, put on fresh underwear, go back down stairs, make his tea and place it on the occasional table next to the sofa. Go into the hall and kneel by the front door, she would usually be there for two minutes before he walked in.

As soon as her knees touched the hard wooden floor of the hall, a panic would sweep through her, a panic at having missed something. A panic that she wouldn't reach his expectations in her, so she would run through her tasks of the day, mentally ticking them off, she would take account of the surfaces she had wiped, making sure she hadn't missed any. She never, ever, missed a single one, but she always feared that she would. It wasn't a fear born out of anything he would do to her, in fact he had never once checked, she doubted he would even notice if she didn't. The reason she never missed a single one was a fear born simply from a comment he had made to her shortly after taking ownership of her, he had said he enjoyed the thought of her running around wiping all the surfaces just prior to him getting home. For this reason, and this reason alone, she did so every night for him, because it was a thought he enjoyed.

It was as she was smiling to herself, enjoying the feeling of being close to him again, enjoying that he would touch her soon, enjoying that he enjoyed the panic she was feeling now, it was as she was smiling to herself, feeling proud of his ownership of her, that the realisation of what she had missed struck her, she rationalised it, by saying that she had had to do what she had done, because of his meeting in the morning. Knowing that his meeting was far more important than that, but also knowing that he had given her explicit instructions that nothing else was to interfere with that instruction. He left her very few instructions that were that explicit, he understood that sometimes events make tasks impossible. Most instructions he left had a force majeure clause in them, that she was allowed some autonomy in their execution. This instruction and a few others were explicit and absolute.

Suddenly a wave of disappointment flooded her thoughts, she felt tears building up in her eyes. Her mind raced through reasons and excuses. Knowing full well she could not use either, she knew she had done wrong, she knew he would be disappointed in her, how stupid she had been, how could she allow herself to forget one of those rules. She feared the anger he would unleash upon her when he discovered what she had done, and in the same breath she wanted, and needed, him to be severe with her to take away the pain of the disappointment she felt in herself. She could see the disappointment in his eyes that displeased look on his face, she hated that she had failed him, and she began to cry.

As the tears rolled down her face the door opened, and he walked in, his first look, as always, was at her in the place that she always waited for him in. A smile spread across his face at seeing her, a smile that usually made her heart jump with joy, in that millisecond of him seeing her, and smiling her entire life made sense, all of the contradictions she felt about being his property evaporated, simply because she knew how much joy she brought to him, in that single, beautiful smile her life was complete. Today however, before the smile could be completed he had caught sight of her tears, and it disappeared. Which only proved to deepen her sadness, and strengthen her sobbing, she wanted him to tell her to stand, to take his coat, but he didn't. Instead he took his own coat off, and hung it on the peg. Went and put his briefcase in the study, and came back to her when all of the tasks that she should have done were completed. She felt so sad and lost because he wasn't asking her to do those things, the pain of the rejection proving only to accentuate the tears and disappointment in herself.

He was back stood in front of her, he placed his hand under her chin and pulled her up to him. Regardless of what was coming she had missed his touch, it soothed her tears instantly, she knew he was going to punish her badly when he found out what she had done. It was a golden rule she had broken, she had never broken one before, but she had been punished severely for breaking lesser rules. She felt her muscles tense with the pain of the memories. She kept her eyes looking down, she knew he was looking into hers, but she couldn't look at him the shame of her deed was too great. He yanked her chin up to bring her eyes to his, she sobbed as she was forced to look at him. He held her gaze for what seemed like hours, standing there, in silence examining her soul. She felt him looking at all of her, he didn't need her words he understood what she had done. With the slightest shake of his head, he turned her around and put his strong hand around the back off her neck, which was their mutual sign that she was to be punished. Whenever his hand touched the back of her neck in that place she knew she was displeasing him. It was a place he could touch in the busiest of places that would stop her dead in her tracks. It meant all of that because of what it meant now, that she was to be punished, so he wrapped his strong hand around her neck, pushing his strong fingers into the pressure points there. He marched her through his study, into the patio, where he removed her bra and yanked off her panties. Then with his hand around the back of her neck again he marched her into the centre of their rear garden. Putting her hands behind her head, she instinctively interlocked her fingers. He kicked her legs apart, and went back into the house.

It was a cool summer's evening, so she was feeling slightly cold, but not too much she was uncomfortable. The breeze snapped and thrashed around her skin, heightening her senses, making her skin tingle. If she didn't feel so sad and disappointed she knew this would have her highly aroused now. Her mind jumped between the pain of her actions and the pleasure of the wind's gentle fingers caressing her. As much as she knew she was being punished, as much as she was sad at how she had ended up here, the cool licks of wind across her body made her heart pound as her excitement build, mixed with the slow burning of the lactic acid building in her arms and legs, was only proving to continue to push her state of arousal further. As the first spots of rain spat onto her breast she felt the first involuntary spasm of her hips squirming in an attempt to gain some friction. Occasionally she would snap her mind back to the reason she was there, as punishment for her wrong doing, but she couldn't sustain the thought for longer than a few seconds as the rain and wind conspired against her. Pushing her closer and closer to where she wasn't allowed to go. So again she would push her mind to how badly she had treated her master, and feel the guilt deep in her soul, but the barrage of sensations now enflaming every inch of her skin was too much to keep at bay with thoughts. As the rain got heavier, and the night got cooler, and the wind got stronger, so did her arousal. She closed her eyes and rode the tidal waves of sensations washing through her body.

In one of the moments the wind took respite, she opened her eyes, and was so startled to see him standing in front of her that she lost her balance and had to readjust her step to compensate. He was looking at her calmly, she wondered how long he had stood there, wondered whether he knew what she was feeling and then realised how stupid the thought was he knew her far too intimately and could obviously see exactly where she currently was. He moved her arms back to her side, and took hold of her neck again, however when he tried to move her, the weakness caused by the time she had stood there and her continued state of arousal made her almost fall as she attempted to walk. He moved around and gently wrapped his arm around her, pulled her into him and helped her into the house. His scent flooded her senses, she felt she was home again, she felt safe and protected and wonderful. She remembered why she was there, and yearned for his touch however he might wish to administer that, she needed him and would be whatever he required of her. As she walked through his study, she spotted the clock on the wall, she had been outside for ninety minutes. He walked her upstairs to the bathroom, sat her on the edge of the bath. Told her to take a shower, calm herself down a little, get dressed and come down to him so they could deal with what she had done.

She stood in the hot shower for five minutes allowing the hot water to wash the chill from her bones. The chill returned though as she remembered the last time he had allowed her time to relax before dealing with her. She still feared the man she had brought out in him that night. The pure detached calmness of his actions, she still felt the pain his words and actions had caused. She cried once more with the fear of seeing that man again tonight.

She dressed in the small chemise and shorts he had laid out for her, and went downstairs to him. Scared and nervous of what he had planned for her, but excited at finally receiving his attention. He gestured to her to come and kneel by the side of the sofa, and in his calm, solid, quiet voice he asked her what she had done wrong. She explained that she had failed to go to the park for her weekly timeout. That she hadn't taken her book and iPod and enjoyed her time alone. She started to explain about his suit, but he cut her off explaining that he knew what she had done, and why she had done it. But he had given her those rules, and made that a golden rule, because he knew how much she needed her time alone. He knew how much she had always enjoyed those afternoons of reflecting on her life before she had met him, and it was important to him that she keeps time for herself and her thoughts. He explained that if she would prefer to do something else with her time then they could discuss alternatives. But it was critically important to him that she takes this personal time, because it kept her thoughts clear, it kept her focused on being the woman she wanted to be, on the woman he wanted her to be. During the whole conversation he kept her gaze firmly locked. She felt sad at what she had done, at the disappointment she had clearly caused in him. She was scared by how calm he was, he very rarely shouted at her, but he was rarely this calm, she sensed in the tone of his voice that man she feared, but couldn't quite place him.

He then went on to explain that he was sure that she knew that because it was a golden rule she had broken, that he was sure she knew how badly she would need to be punished to make sure she didn't forget the lesson. As her lip quivered, and the tears began to stream again she nodded that she understood, and started to apologise to him, which only provoked the tears even more. He reached out and put a finger on her lip. This stopped her crying immediately as his touch brought a joy to her whole body, he told her that they would start simply, and leaned back and patted his knee which she understood to mean she would be spanked. She stood, pulled down her shorts, pulled the chemise up her back and put herself over his knee. She felt a glow as he caressed her bum, she knew he was smiling as he did so, he had always commented on what a pretty little bottom she had, and no matter how angry he was at her, whenever he spanked her he would always caress it first, she always sensed it was an apology for what he was going to do, she couldn't explain why, but the worse he was going to spank her the more gently he would caress her before and after.

He asked her if she was sure she understood why she was being punished, she nodded, and said yes she did. As once again the tears started as she prepared herself for the start of an evening of punishment. With that he lightly slapped her upper thigh, and lifting her slightly up gently kissed each cheek of her bum. He told her to stand and pull her shorts up. Confused she did so. He then pulled her onto his knee and explained that he could see she was sorry for what she had done and was sure that she wouldn't do the same thing again. Because of that she did not need any further punishment. He pulled her into him and held her, and her sobs began again. But this time they were with glee and devotion for him. He held her tightly until her sobs subsided. He told her he had been and got some salmon and made her favourite lemon saffron rice, and she should go and put it out for them, then they would have an early night.

She leapt off his knee, with a bitter sweet mix of emotions, she knew she deserved to be punished for what she had done, but she felt so loved by what he had done, so with a great dirty grin on her face, knowing the power of the orgasm she knew he would allow her tonight, she went and prepared their dinner.