Tasks

Submissive Love

Author's Note: Okay, today's task is to write a sexy one-shot that's at least 250 words.

I rushed around the house, cleaning solution in hand. I started cleaning too late! Now I was doing half-ass jobs on everything. I didn't even clean the bathroom. I just sprayed some air freshener so it would seem like I did clean it.

I stopped in my tracks as I heard the front door unlock and creak open.

I ran down the hall and bumped into Mistress, "Hi! I was just—"

She stopped me, "What did I say about running in the house?" She walked past me and I followed.

"Not to. But I—" I stopped to see her hand raised, face serene.

"No buts. Did you finish cleaning?" She cocked her head to the side.

I bit my lip, "Yes."

"Are you sure?"

I nodded my head dutifully and stayed on Mistress's heels as she walked throughout the house, inspecting my work.

I silently hoped she wouldn't find out I  I was lying.

"The windows aren't clean."

"About that . . ." I trailed off, trying to find the words that weren't so blatantly obvious.

"You lied." I cringed as she said it, like . . . Like I lied!

"I'm so so sorry! I woke up late and a package came and the guy had the wrong package and I had to sign and I called the office but I only got your voicemail and—" Tears started rolling down my cheeks as I looked at the floor guiltily.

"Babe, it's okay." She reached out for me and I flinched away. "I'm not mad. It just disappoints me when you lie. I need you to understand that when I ask you to do something, I have a reason."

She tilted my head up to look at her. Her beautiful eyes were gazing into mine, almost lovingly. I let her thumbs wipe away the tears and I nodded numbly.

"I still have to punish you." I sniffed very unattractively and nodded once more, "Come on."

I followed Mistress as she took my hand, guiding me through the house and to our bedroom.

"Come." She sat down on the plush mattress and I kneeled between her legs.

"What do you think you deserve for lying to me?" I didn't like this. Why couldn't she just decide?

"Because I didn't lie. Now, any other questions?"

I looked up shocked, "I said that out loud?"

She chuckled and ran a hand through my hair, "Yes, you did." I leaned into her touch, craving it.

"Sorry. I think . . . Seven million with the cane and never feed me again." I smiled.

"Okay." She shrugged, unfazed, "Get the cane."

I did a double take. Was she serious?

I didn't hesitate in getting the cane and bringing it back to her, silently crying. She'd never caned me before. I've heard that it hurts and leaves welts.

Without being asked, I pulled down my shorts and laid obediently over Mistress's lap, "I'm ready."

"Are you?" She spoke and I swear I could hear her smile.

"No! Please don't! I was being sarcastic! Just give me anything else!" I squirmed and fell off of her lap.

"Okay, babe. You're okay." She held out her arms and I immediately hopped onto her lap again, my arms around her neck, my face nuzzled in her shoulder.

"I don't know how you manage to get out of these punishments so easily. I swear, you've got me under some type of spell." Mistress stroked my hair.

"Poof!" I said as we layed back onto the bed. She pulled the cover over me and wrapped her arms around me.

"I love you, Mistress." I said, tensing as I waited for her response. The longest four seconds of my life.

"I love you too, baby." I smiled as we drifted off to sleep. Everything was perfect.

A/N: I'm supposed to write about a fantasy. It's not smutty but I just wrote a fantasy of mine. Sorry if you don't like it.