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Alice came home and opened the door. It was clean, of course. The smell of the roast chicken was in the air. Too much in the air.
“I’m sorry,” said Bill. “I burned the chicken. I can prepare a quick spaghetti, but it won’t be it will be ‘quick’ not ‘great’ or we can order a pizza.”
“I’ll order a pizza for me,” said Alice. “You can have cold, burnt chicken. What distracted you from the bird in the oven?”
“I was working on a new story and lost track of time,” said Bill, “sorry Ali.”
“Call me Mistress,” said Alice. He was always a little embarrassed by that although he liked it.
“Yes, Mistress,” said Bill.
Alice kicked off her shoes and Bill scurried picked them up. She put down her briefcase and Bill moved it into the office. He came back with the paper. “Order an onion, anchovy, and extra garlic pizza and pray I don’t kiss you.” The anchovies will make sure she doesn’t feel sorry for him later and give him a slice. He knew it too.
Suddenly a thought came to her. “Don’t get aroused by this, you are being punished. Do you think five strokes with the cane is appropriate?” She knew he knew better than to argue. She also knew he could not mistake a caning for foreplay. “I will meet out your punishment after I read the paper and eat. I will expect you to remind me.” She smiled at the added cruelty. If he hoped she would forget and didn’t remind her it would be ten strokes.
He went to the phone and ordered the Pizza. When he hung up she said, “Strip, get in the corner, and kneel.” He did so and she tied his hands behind his back. “That is to keep you from cheating.” She put a quarter against the wall and said, “Hold this up with your nose. If it falls before I am done you will earn an extra stroke. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Mistress,” he said.
She read the paper. It was the same old crap on a different day. Reading it took the half-hour it took for the pizza to arrive. She invited the delivery person in as she got the right change (plus tip). She knew he couldn’t see Bill, but she knew Bill didn’t know that.
When the delivery guy was paid and gone she put the box on the table, got her a plate, and ate. She turned on the radio. She liked classical music. She grinned evilly when she remembered that Bill didn’t. “Name this composer and piece for me.”
Silence.
“Not when it is over,” she said, “now.”
“Mahler’s third symphony,” said Bill.
“That is one extra stroke for not calling me ‘Mistress’, slave. Since I am generous I will not punish you for being wrong, this time. You have until the end of the piece to correctly identify it.” The DJ blew her game by announcing it after.
“Jupiter, from Holst’s the Planets,” said Bill.
She ignored him as she ate all but two slices. She looked at him. It was funny the way he had his ass in the air as he tried to hold the quarter in place despite its slipping down the wall. “I’m done and you didn’t remind me. That’s how many strokes total, slave?”
“It is ten strokes, Mistress,” said Bill.
“No,” said Alice. “It was eleven strokes because you forgot to call me Mistress.” She grabbed a clump of his hair, jerked his head back, breathed garlic and onion breath on him, and gave him a deep, anchovy tasting kiss. The quarter rang as it fell to the floor. “Since I caused that,” said Alice as she picked up the quarter, “it will only be one stroke. You are up to thirteen by my count. Can you handle that slave?” She didn’t wait for an answer. Instead she uncuffed him grabbed his hair and lead him to the punishment room.
“Secure yourself over the hassock.” The ‘hassock’ was what they called the A frame with padding where the slave bends over it. She watched as he tied his ankles on one side and his left wrist on the other. She had to tie his right wrist. She then put a ball gag in his mouth and locked the strap behind his head. “I’d rather not be kept awake by your pleading and crying,” she said. She had no intention of leaving him like that for the whole night afterward, but she enjoyed the extra fear in his eyes from the threat. She got the rattan cane down from its display rack on the wall. He was already sweating. He knew he would have to sleep on his stomach.
“You know Bill,” she said. “I’m not a cruel Mistress.” She remembered her limited Tae Kwan Do training and became one with the cane and the target. She always liked how his welts rose up so rapidly. “I wouldn’t be upset on any other day,” she said as she administered the strokes. “Work was horrid. In the morning Jameson lost the Farqont file. We redid everything and the idiot finds it on his filing cabinet. How did that idiot ever get to be my boss? And on top of it Janine spent most of the day on personal calls. Who does she think picks up the slack when she goofs off? To top off work I find out McManus lied to me about his credit. I pulled a credit report today and he hasn’t paid anything on time for seven years. Why do they think they can lie about something so easily checked as that?
I was looking forward to coming home, relaxing and just cuddling. Instead I get ‘i’m sorry I burned the chicken.’ I hope you are really sorry now."
She untied his legs and wrists. He didn’t wait for her to remove gag before he hugged her.
Her tears mingled with his. The hug seemed to last for hours before she remembered to unlock the gag.
After she let him eat her, she let him mount her. She let him sleep in her bed and on his stomach that night.
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