Usually I try to write as the prompt says, but today I make an exception.
While I was scrubbing the floor in the kitchen the door bell rang, I opened it and the postman handed me a little package. I thanked him, went back inside and opened it. When I saw what was in there, I knew that the floors had to wait.
(click on the image for a very different view)
See who else is scrubbing their floor:
That definitely is a good reason to stop scrubbing the floors 😀
for shame, your punishment should be hours of nonstop play time. I would say that is a good reason 🙂
Is is wrong that I’m now imagining that delightful piece of steel in place as someone scrubs?
Mmm nice – just what I am thinking of getting for my little slavegirl – please tell us when you wore you it and how it felt and how it made this feel as a submissive 🙂