When he approached, Sir placed his hand on my head. “Stand and greet your master.”
I slowly got to my feet, then turned to face him before lifting my head. I met his gaze head on. I knew he could see the tear streaks on my face, but I didn’t move to wipe them away. I wanted him to see my shame, to know that I recognized the pain I’d caused him, and more importantly to see that I was sincerely sorry for my actions.
“Tell me what you did wrong, Luci.”
I hate that he used my name rather than one of the pet names for me, but I understood, so I mentally shrugged it off.
“I didn’t anticipate your needs, Sir,” I explained. “I was selfish, expecting you to tell me what you needed from me.”
His eyes studied my face as he stared down at me.
“I’m sorry, Sir,” I said, another sob contracting my chest. “I’m so very sorry.” I couldn’t stop the tears. “Please don’t let me go, Sir. I promise, I’ll do better in the future. You deserve more from me.” I rambled on as I cried, praying that he wouldn’t discard me. I wasn’t sure I could handle the rejection.
“I’m not letting you go, Luci. That’s not even an option for me. However, we will address this.”
When Sir’s warm hands cupped my face and he kissed my forehead, I cried even harder. I hated knowing that I had been so selfish, that I hadn’t seen what was right in front of me. It bothered me that I could do that to someone. Especially Sir.
He placed one of his hands over my heart and I knew he could feel the way it pounded in my chest. I was terrified of what his decision would be.
“What do you think your punishment should be, pet?”
“I haven’t given it any thought, Sir.”
He nodded. “Then kneel beside my desk until I acknowledge you.”
Sir pulled one of the pillows from the sofa and dropped it to the floor.
Once more, I dropped to my knees and lowered my gaze. Sir moved to his desk and took a seat.
As much as I hated the idea of him punishing me, I knew I had to come up with something.
•
After an hour of kneeling, Sir asked me to get to my feet. I did, although he remained where he was at his desk. He then ordered me to turn away from him. He left me in that position for a long time, but I had no way of telling the time. It could’ve been an hour, or three, I wasn’t sure. However, when he finally acknowledged me again, my back was hurting and my legs ached. Plus, I had to go to the bathroom badly.
I tried not to dance around, but I couldn’t help it and I suspected he noticed, which, I figured, was the reason he spoke to me.
“Is there something you need, pet?” Sir asked.
“I need to use the restroom,” I admitted.
“Is this something you can handle on your own?” He sounded skeptical.
“Yes, Sir,” I blurted, crossing my legs.
“If you can’t handle taking care of my needs, how can I expect you to take care of your own?”
“I’m sorry, Sir.” The urge to pee was so great I feared I was going to have an accident.
“Go to the restroom,” he stated. “But leave the door open.”
My gaze shot to the bathroom in his office and I noticed I could see the toilet from where I stood. Which meant Sir could see it as well. The thought of peeing in front of him was terrifying. I tried to fight back the urge.
“Suit yourself,” Sir said, the keys on his keyboard once again clacking. “When you have to go, you have permission. But you must keep the door open.”
I swallowed hard, staring at the toilet. With every passing second, the urge was getting greater. If I didn’t give in, I was going to pee on myself, which, honestly, would’ve been more embarrassing than using the bathroom in front of him.
Several minutes later, I lost the battle and ran to the bathroom. I kept my eyes down as I sat on the toilet. I didn’t look up, but I could feel Sir watching me. I knew he was doing it because it made me uncomfortable. My shy bladder finally released and I sighed heavily as the relief swarmed me.
Once I was finished relieving myself, I wiped, flushed, then went to the sink to wash my hands. I knew my face was red because my ears felt hot. I wasn’t sure I would ever forget that he’d made me pee in front of him.
“Return to your spot,” Sir commanded.
I took a deep breath and walked back over to him. This time, he swiveled his chair, leaning back and regarding me intently.
“Have you given some thought to your punishment?”
