Memory.

The week­end begins with a few texts, quick instruc­tions.  Make sure the bed is made and the restraints are out when we get home.  Easy.  I want to be a good girl this weekend.

I had already made the bed, when we walked in I just touched my com­puter, habit.  A fin­ger placed on the cover and a look reminded me.  Restraints.  I started to explain when I looked at S___ again.  Quickly I went to com­plete the task.

S___ was behind me.  Pushed onto the bed, pulled onto my hands and knees, pants pulled down, his hand on my ass warned me about tone.  I have to be care­ful of my tone.

A test of my shav­ing job, a few more rules, and a spank­ing with his belt, just so I know what happens.

I want to be a good girl this week­end.  I promise to fol­low the rules.

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