With the lovely Spring weather I noticed my delightful boudoir was in need of a through Spring clean. So I set aside some time and organised myself with all sorts of domesticated items so I could get my place clean, shiny and spotless, and ready for my entertainment later that evening. So with music blaring and the balcony doors open, I set about my work. Soon enough I could hear gentle tapping, was it the door? Surely not, I wasn’t expecting any visitors until much later so I carried on and whilst thinking about what fabulous outfit I would wear later that night.
There is someone at the door I thought, after I heard more tapping so off I went, still with rubber gloves on to see who it was. At my doorstep I found a nervous submissive wringing his hands with worry, so keen was he not to be late for the evening’s entertainment he turned up extra early, how annoying! I had to let him in and he could see my displeasure in his foolishness, why would I want you here early, I shouted? I noticed he kept staring at my rubber gloves when he thought I wasn’t looking, I poked him with my rubber clad finger, ‘do you like what you see?’ Yes Mistress was all but mumbled and then I noticed a tightening in his trousers. I was so annoyed I ordered him down to his knees’ to continue with the scrubbing and cleaning, leading him out onto the balcony so any passing walkers with their dogs could see what a pathetic creature I had with me, too. Only my bitch was in heat, and that would not do, at all.
With my gloves on I spanked him so hard, the rubber stinging his pale backside leaving firm red handprints in his buttocks. The sting was sharp, my arm rose high so I could administer the next slap even harder and faster. The poor thing moaned in agony but knew he could not ask me to stop, for what would I do to him if he did? He knew his fate was sealed when he turned up early, so he obediently bent over, boxers pulled down low and even spread his knees so my spanking could reach the most sensitive parts and cause more pain and distress. He was now marked and would not dare disobey me again for every movement he made now, he winced in pain as his stinging flesh reminded him what a fool he had been, to cross his Mistress.
To make matters worse for himself I decided to further his punishment by not allowing him to maid for the evening, a service he had paid to take part in too, oh well. I made him wait for his replacement, letting the new maid in then slammed the door in his face, I doubt he’ll make that mistake again. The evening ahead went brilliantly, but then, that is a story for another time.