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"Well, what are you waiting for?", he asked.

she hesitated. she had thought herself prepared for this. she was wrong. Somehow, no matter how many times they went through this, she was still never prepared for it. she opened her mouth and the words slowly started to pour out.

"i went out this morning wearing stockings, . . . Sir."

In her nervousness, she had almost forgotten to address Him properly. Always a bad thing, but particularly so at this moment. Although she was not required to use this title with every sentence directed to Him, she was required to use it the first time she spoke to Him on any occassion or any time she asked Him a question.

He noticed the delay in addressing Him, but chose to ignore it in favor of the issue at hand.

"And, what is wrong with wearing stockings?"

"i am to wear pantyhose whenever i go out, unless i am with You or You have instructed me to wear stockings."

"So, if you know the rule, why did you not follow it?"

she was intimately familiar with this Catch-22. No matter what she said, there was no right answer. On the other hand, she had no choice but to respond. As always, she simply told the truth.

"i was in a hurry this morning (as usual, he thought) and i got a run in my last pair of pantyhose, so i grabbed the only thing available, a garter belt and a pair of stockings."

"you could have stopped at the store."

"Nothing was open and, anyway, i would have been late, and i couldn't afford to be late today."

"Even though it meant a punishment?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Did you think I wouldn't notice?"

"No, Sir. i know you are always paying attention to everything i do, but even if You had not noticed, i would have told You at my first opportunity."

That's the right answer. Good girl. He thought to himself.

"Fine. Go pick out something from the closet for your punishment, and make sure it is appropriate to show me how sorry you are."

Oh, the closet, she thought. He must not be too displeased with me. Then she recalled the other rule she had broken. Why had He not asked her about that? Did He not know? Well, no time to worry about that right now, she thought as she finished crawling backwards out of the living room.

she reached the hallway and stood up. she turned and walked to their play room. Here, they kept all sorts of toys and goodies for their pleasure. So many intricate devices and props. It was a shame they couldn't simply spend all of their time in that room. Unfortunately, real life had a way of interfering with their play time, so the time spent in that room remained much less than she would have preferred. This probably was best, as it also meant the time spent in the room was particularly precious to them both.

she entered the room and approached the closet. The mirrored closet door reflected her image back at her. Despite His constant reassurance, she was still somewhat uncomfortable with her appearance. she briefly admired the collar around her neck, and even allowed herself to glance downward towards her breasts. her breasts were full and firm and just plain wonderful. this was one aspect of her body she did like. Unfortunately, after all this time, she still was not happy with most of the rest of her body. she felt fat, especially now -- naked before a mirror. Although He had finally convinced her that He loved every inch of her body and she had come to believe it and to begin to accept herself, she continued to secretly wish for a body she was destined never to have. Ironically, if she did ever have it, she knew He would be less pleased by her appearance, though He would love her just the same.

she slid open the closet door and looked at the items behind it. Hanging on the wall, there were quite a number of implements. There were a variety of hairbrushes; paddles of all shapes and sizes, from a table tennis paddle to a four foot long "fraternity" paddle; floggers, from one foot long to four feet long; and a few canes of differing thicknesses and lengths. Some of these had been used many times, while others had only been used once or twice. What to choose, what to choose?, she wondered, finally settling on a cane He had only used a few times, but she knew could cause significant pain and leave a nice mark as a reminder, too. she was feeling quite guilty about her behavior today and strongly felt she needed both the pain and the mark.

she hurried back to the living room and dropped to her knees as she approached the doorway. she placed the cane in her mouth and crawled to Him with the instrument between her teeth. His eyes widened slightly in surprise. He had expected to see her with a hairbrush or one of the smaller paddles, something appropriate for her minor offense. she, of course, had proven time and again she could take the pain -- even wanted the pain -- of the larger implements, but her error today simply didn't warrant it as a punishment. What is she thinking? I hope she doesn't think I'm going to go easy on her just because she's brought out one of the rougher tools. Even while He thought this, though, He knew that couldn't be the case and there must be something more going on.