She Whatsapps you at lunchtime:
âIâll come straight to the point. I was told discreetly by one of your workmates why you were up in front of HR last week. Working late, were you? Well thatâs what you told me. Funnily enough your colleagues seemed to think you were out with them doing God knows what. Youâve likely figured out by now what is waiting for you and your bare bottom when we get home but for the sake of your afternoon peace of mind I shall elucidate. Iâve gotten all crafty and creative with your thick Hermes belt. The brown one. I cut the buckle and the first eight inches or so off with a bread knife. Iâve bonded the ends together with Gorilla Glue and made a handle for that end out of fabric which I heat bonded on. Itâs a neat and tidy job and I think youâll - initially at first - admire the craftsmanship. I even added a hook so I can hang it on the wall of my dressing anteroom.
So tonight youâre going to arrive home at five sharp, go straight to the attic. You will strip naked and wait for me by the sofa. I will tie you over the arm of the sofa and administer a grand one hundred stroke punishment whipping with my nice new punishment strap. You will not be given a warm up nor will you be permitted a safe word.
I shall thrash you thoroughly and severely, I will take my time to really impress upon you the depth of my disappointment in your mendaciousness, and then weâll have a conversation about the importance of honesty in a relationship. And then youâll count out each one of your forty three years in full force cane strokes over your very sore and welted bottom.
The kids are at football practice tonight and having dinner at Jocelynâs, so weâve got a couple of hours to work through. I want you to really understand what a dim view I take of you lying to me, and also to show you that if you ever lie to me again it is over between us and that this is the last of the last resorts. I assure you you will wish I had just walked out on you once I have whipped you later. It is probably fair to say this is going to be the beating of your life, and I hope the beating that changes your life.
Sorry for the long message but I am very angry and I am not in the mood for talking when I see you later.
Five PM. Itâs your life and itâs your bottom but I would strongly suggest you arenât late. Enjoy your afternoon thinking about the flogging youâve got coming.
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