“I think you better come and have a look.”  He ducked back into the room and stood facing the far wall.

She saved her work, and pushed her chair away from the table.  He seemed jumpy, nervous, and she wondered why.  When she stood at the entrance to the new room, she smiled.  It was perfect.  She’d need to get drapes for the winter, but for the time being, she loved having it all open.  Around the perimeter, the hardwood floor gleamed and the Persian rug in the center looked plush and soft.  She stepped inside and did a slow spin, checking all the light fixtures and inhaling the smell of fresh paint.  It was then that she spotted the plug in the far corner, and the lack of a cover.

She turned and faced him, confused.

From behind his back, he pulled out the cover and, while holding it out towards her, he said, “I didn’t quite get it finished.”

She blinked, and smiled again.  Taking the cover, she said, “You know I’ll have to add this to the punishment you’ve already earned.”

“Yes, I know.”  He lowered his eyes, and asked, “What time would you like me here?”

“Ten,” her voice had grown husky.

“Yes ma’am.  I’ll be here.”

He walked towards the door, but before he left, she said, “Don’t masturbate tonight.”

He spun around and faced her.  Flushed, he replied in a small, ragged voice, “Yes ma’am.”

* * *

She thought she’d never get to sleep, but finally, she drifted into a dream-filled slumber.  With no alarm to wake her, it was after eight when she opened her eyes.  As soon as she was aware of being awake, she was excited.  She checked the clock beside her pillow.  Groaning, she stretched then rolled out of bed.  Going towards the bathroom, she peeked into the sunroom and saw sunlight streaming through the windows.  She turned and wandered into the new room.  The cover lay on the window sill where she’d placed it last night.

She smiled.  He’d left that one thing undone, on purpose.  Cheeky beast.  He’d pay. 

She showered and dried herself with a large, soft towel.  Hair brushed and teeth cleaned, she was ready to dress.  In her bedroom, she slipped into the leather corset she’d worn on their first weekend’s punishment session.  She decided on a matching, black leather thong, instead of the skirt.  Stepping into the tiny panties, she shivered as they dragged up her legs.  She wiggled it into place and then pulled out her boots.  They’d been hiding in her closet for months, just waiting for the right occasion.  Today was it.  With two inch thick soles, the six inch heels looked impossible to walk in, but in fact were incredibly comfortable.  She sat on the bed to pull them on and zip them up. 

She slipped on a silky black cover-up and went into the kitchen to make coffee.  The waiting was torture, but she loved every moment of it.  She sipped her coffee and let her imagination run wild with visions of him being punished and submitting to her.  Her hands trembled each time she raised her cup, and she smiled.  She wanted him—wanted him more than she’d wanted anyone, except her Tom. 

She was so lost in her thoughts, the doorbell’s chime made her jump.  She put her coffee cup on the table and got to her feet.  It was ten; he was right on time.  With her heart pounding, she went to the door.  But, before she opened it, she took a deep breath, and gathered herself.

“Good morning, Caleb,” she said in a surprisingly steady voice.  “You’re right on time.  Excellent.” 

Stepping aside, she ignored his stare, and said, “Come in.” 

He slipped his sandals off and took a step inside.  He’d worn loose-fitting black jogging pants and a tank top that left much of his chest bare.  “Thank you ma’am,” he murmured. 

“I see you like this outfit as well.” 

“Uh, yes ma’am.  I like it very much.”  His hands drifted to the front of his crotch, but only for a moment.  He clenched his fists and forced them to his side.  His erection was already huge.

“Strip,” she uttered the single word and waited.

She saw him shudder, but he immediately pulled off his tank top…