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"Well," he sighed, and my heart skipped a beat. I was concerned about his next words. I wasn’t afraid of him; I just didn’t want to hear that I had disappointed him. It would be worse than any spanking. "If today’s punishment doesn’t make a difference to your behaviour, I’ll bend you over the table and whip you to tears," he announced nonchalantly, and my eyes widened. "And I’ll do it every time you lie to me again."

I squeezed the phone tightly in my hand, my imagination went wild. Pictures of me naked and bent over the desk in his office flooded my brain, and I licked my lips. I would probably yell and whine in pain, but the prospect wasn’t as scary as it should be. I was actually curious about how it would feel to experience such a hard beating; how it would feel to agree and submit to him for a serious punishment.

"I´ve got to go, princess. Are you sure you’re okay?" he asked one more time, and I took in a sharp breath. My fantasy vanished into the thin air.

"Yes, sir. I'm okay," I confirmed, pressing my thighs together to ease the ache between my legs. I'd needed a release this morning, and it just got worse as the time flew by.

"Great, we’ll talk after you’re done with your writing. Goodbye, princess," he said in a sweet tone, and a tingling appeared in my stomach.

"Goodbye, sir," I muttered, and instantly, he ended the call.

I sighed heavily, with one hand on my hip, staring at myself in the mirror. For a few days, I had that weird glint in my eyes, signalising something about my life had changed. And it did. I’d found a new purpose in my life: to please Mr Thorn. He’d wanted me to write down the rules, and I should get to work, so he could be proud of me.

29

Writing Down the Rules

Electra

Themeetingwithmyfitness trainer was interesting. As an inexperienced person who had only jogged a few times, I was glad he explained everything. My plan was focused on gaining muscle and building strength. I was expecting our sessions to be scheduled in the evenings, after my work, but Mr Thorn had already instructed him to sign me up for three times a week at 6.30 am. I just needed to find out how I should be at work at 7.00 am if I was going to be doing push-ups at that time.

Finally, fifteen minutes after eight, I could start with my punishment. Writing lines was probably the best thing that could happen to me for lying to Mr Thorn, yet I would rather take a belting than learn the rules. I understood it was important to know them, but I was more open to practice than memorisation.

However, Mr Thorn had another opinion, or maybe he commanded me to write them only because I hadn’t been honest with my answer.

Whatever the reason was, at the end of the day, I was sitting behind the desk in the huge office in his luxurious apartment with the rules glaring at me from the paper, and I sighed heavily. This was going to be a long night. I texted Mr Thorn that I started, and then I got into it. My attention was drawn to a note that served as an introduction:

New rules will be added as the relationship progresses, and your position as my sub will become more natural. You will also have more responsibilities regarding the household and our private lives. Those rules are set to grow and sustain the dynamic between us.

The first group of rules covered only the basics. But writing every sentence ten times was a long process. During the eighth repetition, I scratched it on the paper from memory without a mistake.

1. You will call me Sir/Daddy at all times. If we are around other people, this can be relaxed, and you can use my first name.

2. To receive instructions, you must be reachable at all times. If this is not possible, you must inform me how long you will be out of contact for.

3. You will not discuss our Dom/sub dynamic with anyone unless I have given you permission.

4. In public, you will make an effort to wear clothes you know are appealing to me, and that emphasise your femininity.

5. I will choose what you eat and drink when we go out to a restaurant.

6. You will stand to my right when in public, and keep a close distance.

7. You will take the time to communicate your thoughts and feelings, preferably in written form, so I know which parts of your service you enjoy, and which areas can be improved.

8. You will learn my routines and do everything you can to anticipate my needs and provide assistance through service. This may include everything from sexual services to housework.

I took photos of the papers and set the pile to the side, continuing with the next rules, which were about the time when we should be at home or at some kinky event. I made a mental note to ask Mr Thorn what exactly a kinky event is. When I looked it up on the internet, I found some kind of BDSM private club and an application for a spanking session. I was curious about what it could be.

Maybe it was about having sex in front of other people. My stomach twisted with uneasiness when I thought about the possibility of being fucked with someone else watching. I closed my eyes, and I inhaled and exhaled a few times deeply just to get rid of that fantasy. I grabbed a pen between my fingers, and then proceeded with the writing.

The rules for kinky events were mostly about no touching and no talking. Also, I had to ask permission for basically anything. As it was explained at the end of the section, it was for my safety. For sure, I wanted to talk about it with Mr Thorn. I’d never attended that kind of event before, and I needed to be prepared.

The next part was the house rules, and I really liked those, despite the fact I didn’t know what the “item of ownership” was. I should wear a different item at home, and a different one when I go out. I’d read about collars, but it was also stated in the article that they’d been mostly given when a submissive earned them. Knowing Mr Thorn, he wouldn’t give me one after two years.

Also, the sentence about keeping the household in presentable order during the weekends was confusing. Who was keeping it in order during the week? Another woman? I didn’t like it. However, the part about cooking a meal every Friday for him meant he’d planned to stay at home after work, and I almost clapped my hands.

Even though his calendar was full until 2025, I could always count on spending one day a week with him. Thinking about it, I realised he’d instructed me at the beginning of our work relationship that he didn’t want to attend any meeting, dinner, or any other event on Friday nights. His last appointment had always been scheduled at two pm. Yay!

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