When He stepped through the front door, she was kneeling in the front hallway, just to His left, as usual. she was wet, her long stringy hair obscuring her bowed face; likely, she had just recently returned from her near-daily jog through the nearby park; her wet body caused her to shiver. He closed the door behind Him, cutting off the chill from the cold winter outside, then slowly set His briefcase aside, kicked off His shoes, and removed His coat and hung it on an unused hook in the wall.
she watched His feet shift position as He stood before her, yet she dared not look up at Him. her body continued to shake visibly as she cried, the tears threatening to never cease. When she noticed His feet leave her field of vision - severely reduced by her own long, stringy hair - she was certain that He was removing His belt to administer a punishment. When she heard Him leave the room, she was certain that He was going to return with some other method of punishment, one which could be administered there in the main room.
Perhaps ten minutes later, when she heard Him leave the house and start the car, she knew that He was indeed furious deep inside.
It was nightfall when she finally dared to move from her position, her lower back especially sore from being arched for so long. Her body was now dry, except the streaks of her tears on her cheeks. With a little effort and discomfort, she rose to her feet and decided to look for a clue as to when He would return.
After searching several obvious places in the house, she finally ventured into His den. In the center of the immaculate desk, she found a note which had not been there previously when she was cleaning.
"Thursday-Sunday, $375." A telephone number was also given.
she recognized the telephone number from when she had made reservations for them in Chicago for their vacation a few weeks before.
her heart sank as she sank once again to the floor, the tears flowing anew. This was her punishment: one extra day without having her dire need fulfilled.
she watched His feet shift position as He stood before her, yet she dared not look up at Him. her body continued to shake visibly as she cried, the tears threatening to never cease. When she noticed His feet leave her field of vision - severely reduced by her own long, stringy hair - she was certain that He was removing His belt to administer a punishment. When she heard Him leave the room, she was certain that He was going to return with some other method of punishment, one which could be administered there in the main room.
Perhaps ten minutes later, when she heard Him leave the house and start the car, she knew that He was indeed furious deep inside.
It was nightfall when she finally dared to move from her position, her lower back especially sore from being arched for so long. Her body was now dry, except the streaks of her tears on her cheeks. With a little effort and discomfort, she rose to her feet and decided to look for a clue as to when He would return.
After searching several obvious places in the house, she finally ventured into His den. In the center of the immaculate desk, she found a note which had not been there previously when she was cleaning.
"Thursday-Sunday, $375." A telephone number was also given.
she recognized the telephone number from when she had made reservations for them in Chicago for their vacation a few weeks before.
her heart sank as she sank once again to the floor, the tears flowing anew. This was her punishment: one extra day without having her dire need fulfilled.
