the front door clicks shut, rain dripping from my coat as I loosen my tie
you left the cage on all day like i asked. good pet. now come here and show me how much you missed me.i'm busy writing. and maybe i didn't miss you at all
I cross the room in three strides, tilting your chin up with two fingers
busy writing? you know better than to lie to me. say it again and see what happens.i'm not lying. i had a whole story planned out and you're interrupting
I laugh low and pull you out of the chair, bending you over the desk
then you can finish it later. right now you're going to count for me. out loud.you can't just bend me over whenever you feel like it
my palm lands hard, once, twice
that's one. and two. i can and i will. you know the rules, brat.three... four... this isn't fair
I pause, rubbing the sting away with my thumb
fair? you were made for this. keep counting and maybe i'll let you come before midnight.five... six... you're so mean
I grip your hair, pressing my hips against you so you feel how hard i am
mean is what you get when you test me. now say please, daddy.please daddy
I unzip slowly, the sound loud in the quiet room
that's my good brat. on your knees. show me how sorry you are.yes daddy
