“What would I have done if you’d called meor texted and said that a problem had come up at work and you needed to spendmore time fixing it?” I waited as Asa sighed.
“You would have been fine with it, worriedabout me working too much, but things happen and sometimes long hours arenecessary.”
“Were they necessary?” It wouldn’t make anydifference to his punishment this time, but it would give me good informationfor the future so I could prevent this from happening again.
“No.” The answer sounded almost painful forhim to admit.
“That’s what I thought.” Running my hand overhis head, I straightened. “We’re going to start your punishment now, and thenafter dinner, you can finish it. But this is two parts. The second part shouldbe obvious. You have lost your second orgasm for the week.”
That had him slumping over and his mouthfalling open. “But—”
Raising one eyebrow stopped his drama inits tracks. “No arguing. Stand up and come over to the table. It’s time for anaughty boy to be punished.”
Chapter 9
Asa
“Can’t you just spank me? Bread and waterfor a week?” This was too much.
Fuck it all. The straps were wrapped aroundme so tightly I couldn’t even slouch when I pouted. Why couldn’t he just spankme or make me kneel on rice or one of the other crazy things I’d read about?
“If you complain again, I’m going to makeit eight pages of lines.” His tone said he was serious, but the way he wasstudying the leather straps that had my right arm bound to my side said hewasn’t just thinking about my behavior.
Did he like that I was tied up?
Was it the way I looked or knowing that Iwas being punished?
It wasn’t the time to ask, though, and Iwasn’t stupid enough to push my luck. Having to write four pages of lines withmy left hand was bad enough, but with eight pages I might be there all night.
“Don’t forget that if I can’t read it,you’ll have to do it over again.” Stuart moved the small jar of pencils closerto the paper he’d laid out. “Once you’re done, we’ll figure out what else we’regoing to do for the evening.”
“What happens if it takes me a long time?”I wasextremelyright-handed, which was why it was bound to my chest.“Will our date be over?”
Stuart shook his head and crouched downbeside the chair I was sitting in. “No, it doesn’t matter how long it takes,we’ll still do something together tonight.”
He actually leaned in and brushed his lipsagainst mine. It was barely a kiss, but it sent a shiver through me. “But themore you focus and do your best to show me that you understand why you’re beingpunished, the more time we’ll have together.”
But we’d have had all night if I hadn’tfucked things up.
I wasn’t even sure how it’d happened. Oneminute I was looking at the clock telling myself that I had five minutes beforeI needed to start packing up, and the next, I was realizing how much time hadpassed and was running out the door.
“Are you going to do a good job?” He stoodas I nodded.
“Yes, Master.” I’d show him I was sorry.
Then maybe he’d change his mind on the no-orgasmthing. I’d been saving my last one for tonight after our date at the clubbecause I knew how excited it would make me, so this was all kinds of fuckedup.
And I’d done it to myself.
Sighing, I reached for the pencil andstarted to write, slowly and awkwardly, focusing on each letter.
I will obey Master. I am important toMaster.
I knew just by how long it took to get oneline down that it was going to be a long night. It wouldn’t have been sofrustrating if I’d been allowed to use my right hand, but when every line andletter took complete concentration, it was exhausting.
I managed to get about ten neat lines donebefore Master came out from the kitchen. “Dinner is ready. You can take a breakfor now, then we’ll get you started again after we eat.”
I wasn’t sure thewepart of thatstatement was accurate, but with the risk of more pages hanging out there, Iwasn’t going to rock the boat. “Yes, Master.”
