Teardrops On Hardwood Floor

[zorroabdaddy]

She waited patiently in his study, a particularly dark room that lacked the feminine touch he allowed her to give so many other rooms in the house. His study had a chill to the air that formed goose bumps across her naked flesh. But she remained perfectly still, keeping her chin lowered and her eyes focused on the tiny pillow at her feet.

As per his direction, she had just come from the shower. So the coolness of the room had a greater effect on her warmed body. But she had done as she was told and was clean, from head to toe.

She awaited his entrance and her pending punishment. As his submissive and his BabyGirl, she had grown accustomed to following his commands and instructions without hesitation or question. He provided a life for her that was unlike anything else she had ever known. She knew her role and her place in his world and the love she received from him was consummate.

She had never loved anyone so deeply or felt as cherished. That’s what made her current situation a little shameful for her. Earlier that day, he had given her a simple instruction and she forgot to abide by it. It wasn’t a deliberate act on her part, merely nothing more than an honest mistake, but she lived in his world now and in his world, his word was the law that ruled. And he saw her mistake as deliberate disobedience.

From the shadows of the room, he appeared. She felt his intimidating presence and knew that he had been watching her this whole time. Silently he paced around her, running his left hand over her naked body, taking time to feel the smoothness of her peach, the result of yet another instruction he gave her prior to her sheepish entrance into his study for her punishment.

He enjoyed having control over everything about her – her thoughts, her actions, her words, her pleasure and her body. She was made to ask his permission to do everything except breathe. She enjoyed her submission to his smallest demands. She hardly thought about her compliance to him. It was now instinct to listen. And it was adrenaline mixed with passion that struck at her core every time he reminded her of how meek she had become.

“Tell me of your submission to me,