SHE REACHED FOR the front zipper of her dress and pulled it down, her fingers, tremulous. Then she stepped out of it.
Michael held out his hand and she handed the dress over to him.
“Get down on your knees.” He said quietly.
“Please…” she started pleading again.
“I hate repeating myself.”
Zee dropped down to her knees.
“Good. That will be your position for the next one hour. It’s a small punishment, considering how you eventually became honest.” He glanced at his watch, checked the time, and refocused his attention on her. “The time is already three thirty-five PM. I’ll be back to check up on you. Don’t let me catch you relieving your knees, because, after a few minutes from now, those knees will become unbearable.”
He draped her dress over one of the chairs, stooped over to place a
