”Iris? Iris! Girl. Wake up.”

”Mmmmm?” She stirred, turned over and cuddled up facing him.

He chuckled, and pinched a nipple. Hard.

Her eyes popped open. ”Ouch!”

And then memories came flooding back over her. Kneeling on the kitchen floor. Stinging slaps on the inside of her thighs and an amazing orgasm. Getting fucked, with the butt plug in her – and she blushed thinking about it. His threat – no, a promise! That she’d regret having disobeyed…

She smiled. She didn’t think anything could make her regret that orgasm.

“We have to get up,” he said. “We have lots going on today. Up, wench, go make coffee.”

”Coffee?” she said. ”You want me to leave this warm bed and make coffee?”

He caught the other nipple between his index finger and middle finger. Squeezed. Harder, til she squealed. The nipple was released, but she got the message.

”Yes, Sir,” as she got out of bed. Naked. He had removed her butt plug last night, but he had not allowed her a nightgown. She reached for her robe, but,

“No.” he said, smiling. ”If you’re going to complain about getting up to make coffee, I want to make sure I give you something to complain about. You won’t freeze. I’ll keep the bed warm.”

Mouth open in shock, she looked at him, cozy in bed, pulling the blanket further up over his shoulders. Her nipples were hard, from his pinching and from the chilly morning air. Started to say something, but changed her response to ”Yes, Sir.”

Iris hurried downstairs, thinking she would wrap herself in the afghan, but as she got to the kitchen, she heard his voice on the old baby monitor. ”Don’t cover yourself,” he said.

Moving around warmed her up, and she finished the coffee prep without freezing, ”No thanks to you, Mr. You-Won’t-Freeze,” she thought, half-laughing. ”Mr. I’ll-keep-the-bed-warm.”

Shaking her head, she arranged the mugs, spoons, sweet and low, and creamer on the tray. Put the coffee in the insulated pitcher and hurried back up the stairs.

He was sitting up, still in bed, but he was wearing a pajama top. And bottoms she realized. Carefully covered with the blanket. She was ready to hand him his coffee and jump back in bed herself, but he shook his head.

”Put the tray here,” he said, gesturing to his night stand, “And kneel.”

She set the tray in the designated spot without thinking, then stopped. Kneel? She wanted to say No Thank You and jump back in bed. But she looked at him. He was watching her intently, with curiosity.

Flashes of him slamming the butt plug into her, pounding her with his cock, filling her til she had to come.

She knelt. Adjusted her posture, kept her eyes downcast. She knelt, and waited.

At last, after what seemed likes minutes, but was probably 45 seconds, he said,”Good girl.”

She felt a rush of relief and a smile tugging at her lips. She started to get up, realizing just in time that she did not have permission.

“Sunday afternoon,” he said, ”We’re going to the dungeon for a play party, after this meeting that Lucas has invited us to. But today, we’re preparing. I’ve made an appointment for you to get waxed at 11, right here at home. That way, you won’t have to get dressed. Don’t worry though, the woman who’s coming is in the kink community herself so she won’t be shocked by anything. Clear?”

Iris didn’t even know what she thought about that. ”Yes, Sir,” she said. It was, after all, perfectly clear.

”We’ll start the morning out with a spanking,” he went on. He had prepared his coffee while he was talking, and took his first sip then. She felt quite jealous about that, and the prospect of spanking barely registered.