“Good. “Hurry and dress, dear,” she said to me in her sweetest voice. Joan had been talking about hot
enema punishments for about two weeks and I was sure she was going
to get some equipment and go to work on my poor overworked behind. I expect you to meet me with Martini in hand,
mine, you ass-hole, when I get home from work, and we’ll discuss
the rest of your domestic schedule and what kind of discipline you
can expect if you don’t meet it when we have dinner tonight. Finally, Joan got up and left the room, telling me I could dress
and come downstairs when I chose, but to keep the pink panties on
for the rest of the day. Finally, Joan got up and left the room, telling me I could dress
and come downstairs when I chose, but to keep the pink panties on
for the rest of the day. When I returned to the bedroom I found Joan sitting on the
bed, still fully dressed in shorts, blouse, and high heeled
platform shoes.
