“Oh my God!”
She couldn’t think about that. Not now. She’d make him his favorite dinner tonight: lasagna. He’d smell it when he walked in the door and forget all about what he had said. Maybe he would spank her as foreplay but he would forget about punishing her once he saw how she was trying to make it up to him.
She grabbed her purse, keys and yoga mat and headed out. She was glad the bakery was closed today. There was no way she would be able to get through a full day of work without Anna catching on to her mood and she couldn’t imagine explaining this part of their relationship to her. Not yet. Maybe not ever.
The studio was a ten-minute drive from home. She would probably feel better after sweating it out in a hot class. She’d then go to the grocery store, get what she needed and call him when she was back. He couldn’t be serious. It was just too… old-fashioned. Besides, she was an adult. He couldn’t make her stand with her nose in a corner and he certainly wouldn’t take her over his knee. He couldn’t have meant it.
By the time the lasagna was in the oven and Megan had set the table for dinner, it was almost four o’clock. The yoga class had been a good idea; the effects of her hangover were all but gone. She still felt slightly nauseous but she wasn’t sure if that wasn’t more dread than anything else. She went into Jake’s study and looked at the corner he expected to find her in and her body shuddered with a sudden chill. She picked up the phone on his desk and dialed his cell phone.
“Hi honey,” came his voice. “I’m just in a meeting, can I call you back?”
“Jake, I just have a quick question. I just…”
“Can this wait?” he asked.
“You weren’t serious, were you? I mean about… what we talked about this morning.”
She heard him exhale and excuse himself from his meeting. More guilt to add on to her already sinking feeling.
“Megan, I meant exactly what I said. Do you need me to repeat the instructions? Have you forgotten any particulars? I’m not exactly in a private place at the moment.”
“I’m sorry, Jake. I…”
“I’ll be home in an hour. Get yourself ready and in the corner by 4:30.”
“I don’t think I can.”
“I’d suggest you try real hard, Meg. I’ve got to run, people are waiting on me.”
“Ok.”
“Meg?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“It’s just me, just us, ok?”
She nodded even though he couldn’t see it. “Thanks.”
“Go get ready for me, baby. See you in an hour.”
“Bye.”
Megan hung up the phone but remained where she was, staring at that damned white wall. She looked at the clock; it was just a little after four. She checked on the lasagna, set the timer for the oven to switch off in half an hour and went back into the study to draw all the blinds before sitting on the couch. At twenty-five minutes past the hour, she stood and began to strip off her clothes, taking care to fold everything and make a neat pile on the couch. When she was down to her panties, a pair of lacy pink boy shorts, she stopped, glancing at the mirror over his desk, realizing she’d be able to see herself standing there like a naughty child with her nose to the wall if she cared to turn back to look at her reflection.
At 4:30, she moved to said corner, her heart racing, the beginning twinges of embarrassment creeping through her belly even as she stood alone in the room with no one to bear witness. Not yet anyway. Her legs were heavy as her bare feet stepped across the carpeted floor. She stopped inches from the wall, looking at it with contempt, then forcing herself to take that final step so that her nose would touch the flat surface. She placed her hands by her side, not sure what to do with them and couldn’t help a glance back at the mirror. She looked small standing there, her skin glowing with the light tan of the start of summer, the pink panties not so much covering her bottom as accentuating the full, round, soft cheeks. Cheeks that would soon pay the price for last night’s misstep. She shivered and went to turn up the thermostat as the telephone rang.
It was probably Jake. She ran to answer and didn’t check the display before picking up.
“Hello?”
“Are you feeling as crappy as I am?” It was Josie, one of the women Jake particularly disapproved of.
“Oh, hi Josie.” Megan checked the time, 4:36. She was supposed to be standing with her nose in the corner.
“You in trouble with hubby?” Josie asked, her tone joking. The way she said ‘hubby’ bothered Megan but she couldn’t figure out why.
“He was kind of pissed, huh?” Megan asked, wondering what her friend would make of her current situation, knowing there was no way she would tell her.
“Kind of? If he got any redder, he was going to blow! You’re a grown woman, you don’t have to put up with that you know.”
“He was just worried about me. About all of us, Josie.”
“He acts like he’s your dad.”
“It’s not like that. Listen, I have to run…”
“What, did he take away your phone privileges?”
Megan took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, trying to keep in mind that Josie had just come out of a relationship where her boyfriend had been cheating on her. She had to be patient. Besides, Josie was one of her oldest friends. Or at least the one she had known the longest. There had always been a strange thing between them, not quite competition but something Megan hadn’t ever been able to work beyond. They had grown up in the same run-down neighborhood, had done things together Megan wished she could forget, and somehow, no matter how Megan managed to distance herself from her beginnings, Josie always showed up, even following her on her move across the country.
But she was being selfish now. Josie needed her to be a friend. This was just her way of coping with her own loss especially seeing that just over a year into their relationship, Megan had married the man of her dreams. Megan imagined it would be hard to take given Josie’s circumstances.
“I’m sorry, I really have to go. I’m burning dinner,” she lied. “I hope you feel better, Josie.”
“Well, have a nice dinner I guess.”
“Bye.” Megan hung up before she could get another word in and rushed to her corner as she heard the garage door open signaling Jake’s arrival.
Jake smiled when he walked inside. The scent of his favorite meal filled the house. He set his briefcase down on the kitchen counter and opened the oven door, eyeing the bubbling lasagna layered with Megan’s homemade sauce. The girl could cook. And bake. With his help, she now owned the cupcake bakery she had been working at when he first met her. And he was going to get fat as a result of it if he didn’t watch it.
Jake closed the oven door and picked up the mail, making his way into the study, not actually sure how he would find her. She was nervous, he knew that much. Her call was evidence enough of that. But that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. Although he didn’t want her to be afraid of him and he didn’t think that was it. This was new for her and even though his last relationship had some elements of domestic discipline, it wasn’t like what he was planning with Megan. Jake knew what he wanted for their marriage. Megan’s naturally submissive nature was one of the things he’d been attracted to in the first place. And he knew it was what she needed. She had not had guidance or any sort of authority figure for most of her life. These first lessons would likely be difficult for her but he would be there with her.
He opened the study door and entered, pleased to find her just where she should be.
“I’m proud of you, Meg,” he said, walking up to her.
She turned but kept her place at the wall and he could see her eyes had already reddened and her lashes were wet. She had the clearest blue eyes he’d ever seen, accentuated by thick, black lashes. Eyes that looked pretty even when she cried. He placed his hands at her hips and brought his lips to the back of her neck. “You doing ok?” he asked, kissing her softly. He had to remember he needed to punish her first.
She nodded, leaning into him when his hand snaked around to find her taut nipple. Her breasts were full, not large but perfect as far as he was concerned.
“Lasagna smells good,” he said.
“Thank you.”
“You didn’t make my favorite meal to win any favors, did you?” he asked, that hand that had just pinched her nipple now finding its way down over the flat of her belly and farther, two fingers slipping into the waistband of her panties to tease her already swollen clit.
She pressed her hips into him and lay her head back onto the crook of his shoulder. She let out a moan when he pressed her clit between his fingers, opening her eyes when, a moment later, he pulled his hand from her panties.
“Are you trying to soften me up, Meg?”
She gave him a coquettish smile. “Of course not.” She paused. “Sir.”
Her expression and the tone of her voice told him just how much a lie that was. He was willing to forgive her that though. But he couldn’t give her the upper hand now. This moment was crucial.
He stepped from her and she looked surprised. He could see her waver, unsure whether to follow him or remain as she was. “Have you been standing here like I told you to since 4:30?” he asked.