He gave me a little smirk before headingback into the kitchen, making it clear I hadn’t sounded nearly as deferentialas I’d intended. But since he hadn’t complained, I decided not to worry about it.
I had the papers and pencils moved off tothe end of the table and dreams of being able to use both my arms as he cameback out, carrying the plates. But that dream was quickly dashed when he didn’tmake any move to free me from the straps.
“Master?” Not sure how to word thequestion, I wiggled my torso, trying to indicate the restraint as he sat downwith our glasses after one last trip to the kitchen. “Will you…Can I…”
He shook his head, cutting off my ramblingquestion. “No, but if you need help all you have to do is ask. I’ll be happy tocut your meat or help you with your water.”
Shit.
“Yes, Master.” The message of this activitywasn’t lost on me, but it took me a few minutes of just eating the vegetablesand potatoes before I finally gave in.
“Master?” I looked over at him to see himdoing his best to keep a neutral expression. He was clearly enjoying himself.
“Yes?” He raised one eyebrow like he had noidea what I was going to ask.
“Will you cut my meat for me?” Just havingto ask it made me feel defeated, but as he nodded and quickly reached over to slicethe breast into small pieces, I felt something warm in me.
“Master?” I waited until he was looking upat me again to continue. “Thank you for taking care of me.”
Yeah, I might be stubborn, but I wasn’tstupid.
I just wished the reminder hadn’t come atthe cost of my sanity with all the lines I had left to write.
It was going to be a long night.
****
Focusing on thelast r in the sentence, it took me a moment to realize I’d gotten to the finalsentence on the fourth page. It’d taken forever, but the letters were as neatas I could get them and every line was filled.
Every line on the fucking college-ruledpaper.
Stuart’s warning about what would happen ifI whined had stuck with me. Glancing over at him where he was sitting on thecouch playing with his phone, I smiled. “Master, I’m done.”
Immediately looking up, he set his phone onthe coffee table and came over. Studying the pages, he nodded and crouched downbeside me again. “You did very well. I’m proud of you.”
The rush of pleasure that went through mehad me leaning forward and giving him a quick peck. “Thank you, Master.”
He smiled, moving his hand from the tableto my thigh. “You’re welcome. Next time this is necessary, we’re going to do sixpages. Got it?”
That would suck.
“Yes, Sir.” Feeling his hand squeeze mythigh, I relaxed. “I won’t make you worry next time and I’ll remember ourplans.”
He smiled again. “Good. But you also needto remember that you’re important to me. Your health and your overallwell-being. You’d be working that late every night if I hadn’t made you keeptrack of it this week, wouldn’t you?”
Slowly nodding, I tried not to look tooguilty. “I generally took Sundays completely off from work, but yeah, unless acourse I was taking or something like that required a lot of additional hours,I’d work until I felt like going home.”
And when there wasn’t a reason to go home,that could be fairly late.
“No more.” He leaned in and gave me anotherkiss, this time lingering and sweet. As he pulled away, he cupped my cheek andstood. “Now, we still have plenty of time left tonight because even with thebreak for dinner you did a good job completing your punishment. What should wedo?”
Glancing back and forth between the paperon the table and Stuart, I felt silly asking it. “Can you just hold me for awhile?”
Before I could apologize for sounding needyover something so silly, he gathered me up into his arms. “Come here, baby.First punishments are always hard.”
As I stood, he quickly released the strapsthat had been restraining my right arm and massaged it for a few moments. “Howdoes that feel?”
“Good, Master.” Physically I was fine, butemotionally I felt a bit wobbly and I didn’t like it.
