Chapter Four
Justice Must Be Seen To Be Done
Little did I know just what I was destined to receive that day, not for being forgetful, but for my original offence. My disciplining by him was far from over, only I did not know it as I stood before him, nervously waiting.
“That’s better.” He holds out his hand, not leaning forward obviously waiting for me to pass him his coffee. Once he is holding his mug he nods for me to join him. I kneel on the floor, not actually at his feet but close enough, if I ignore the table between us. The cake is delicious, all gooey and wicked; even as I enjoy the sumptuous taste I feel my fear growing. Something is telling me I am far from finished receiving my discipline, if I am to be truthful I still feel that I needed much more if I am to fully pay for my
