Saucy Sketch Tuesday #36 (Patreon)

"What was that?" she asked, raising her eyebrows with mock severity. "You couldn't have said what I thought you said."

"Nothing, Ma'am," he mumbled, blushing.

She tapped her chin. "That's funny...because I could have sworn I heard you saying something condescending about my choice of clothes today."

It was Monday, and a federal holiday, which meant that she was home for the day. She had decided to celebrate in her own fashion by wearing an old, oversized T-shirt, sweats, and black-rimmed glasses. She could have worn a sackcloth dress and she still would have looked amazing to him, but he couldn't resist getting just a little mouthy when she came into the kitchen.

"I think, my dear, you've grown a little cocky these last few months," she sighed. "I know I've been neglecting your training, but that's no excuse for sloppy behavior. I think it's time I discipline you, or who knows what you'll be like in another few days' time."

She pointed a well-manicured finger his way.

"Take off your shirt."

Feeling himself getting hot all over with embarrassment and anticipation, he complied.

"On your knees," came the next command.

He sank down to his knees.

She moved across the kitchen to the cabinets where she kept the soap used specifically for disciplining him. The familiar sound of paper tearing as she unwrapped the bar soap sent little shivers of excitement down his spine. She was right; it had been a while since their last discipline session.

She ran the soap under the faucet a couple seconds, then turned to him, a twinkle in her eye.

"I'll wear whatever I want, whenever I want," she said. "Is that understood?"

"Yes, Ma'am," he said.

"Now open your mouth."

Swallowing hard, steeling himself for what was to come, he parted his lips and waited.