Dearest Bette,

You want me to write, do you? “Put your money where your mouth is”, huh? Well, I bet you didn’t think I’d put this sort of spin on things. I hope you liked the feel of that gag in your mouth, as you looked up at me in that wonderfully remorseful way – sharing your silent apologies for your cheeky actions earlier. It was smart for you to surrender while you were ahead, late in the day. I wasn’t as evil with you as I could have been, that’s for sure.

“T-”

“On the floor. Hands and knees,” I said without pause, picking up one of my favorite lengths of thick rope as you obeyed my commands by the bedroom door. It had all started out that way – simple enough – but you weren’t sorry enough for all the teasing I’d let you get away with earlier that day. Think you can tease me about the strength you have over me, and I won’t react in my own, subtle way? Well. Welcome to payback, my love.

I think you knew well enough to just hold in all of your observations about my mood, as you were in position when I turned back to you, your head dropped down to show your true submissive nature. You’ve no idea how excited that makes me (not that I was about to tell you that when I was trying to punish you). I let you stay there on your knees for a few minutes while I set everything up, finally ordering for you to meet my eyes.

When you picked your head up again, your eyes went wide. I was completely naked, and stepping toward you. It wasn’t often that I liked to walk around before you naked, but this was going to be especially torturous, in a milder sort of fashion.

I beckoned you a little closer with one finger, and you obediently crawled up to me, sitting back on your heels.

“Now tell me why I’m punishing you tonight,” I said confidently, my arms crossed to hide my hardening nipples from your sight. Your eyes dropped down between my legs, but you got a hold on yourself quickly after, locking eyes with me again.