She Who Must Be Obeyed
It was Thursday. Thursday! That fact had been on Kate’s mind all day. Now as she was driving home from work, letting her mind dwell on what awaited her at home. She felt a wave of heat and worked to keep a grip on herself, to damp down the rising anticipation as she turned onto the driveway of the big ranch house. She slowed down as she approached the house, tightening her hands on the wheel, swallowing, summoning up the strength to steel herself, against the tingling that rose up in her at the thought of him…waiting for her in the den, bare-assed, his naked body bent over the couch in the humiliating pose she dictated; and one she knew he would never think to disobey. As she came through the door, the tingling threatened to overwhelm her, but she got a grip on her
