Delicious Fiction

“Is this how you like it honey?” She asks sweetly. I can hear the venom beneath the sweet and I wince. “You get to spend the day watching sports and I get to clean the bathroom.” She continues to scrub the shower, which I have been watching her do for what feels like an hour. I shake my head “no” and whimper softly, but I don’t speak. I don’t speak because there’s a gag in my mouth, which she put there because I wouldn’t stop apologizing and offering to clean it myself. I have been watching her scrubbing all this time because she ordered me to do so. My back is pressed to the wall in a “wall-sit” like they used to make us do in gym class. My legs are at ninety degree angles. The agonizing burn in my cramping, shaking muscles is bringing tears to my eyes, but I don’t dare move. My arms are burning too, but not as badly. I’m holding them out in front of me, palms up, presenting the bathbrush to my lady. I’m dreading the moment she decides to use it, because I know from experience how badly it’s going to hurt. I’m also desperately wishing she would let me stand up, even though that will mean the dreaded bathbrush spanking is imminent.

I can’t believe I got myself into this situation. Our relationship is new, but we both agreed to the rules. I didn’t think I would mess up so quickly. In theory, our arrangement is exactly what I’ve been craving for as long as I can remember. In practice, though, I have a lot to learn. She asked me to clean the bathroom when she left this morning. I smiled in reply, “of course.” I’m not sure what made me decide to put it off. Actually, I know exactly what it was. My lady doesn’t care for sports, so I save all the games I want to watch for when she’s not around. When she’s home, she decides what we watch. More often than not, she decides to keep the TV off. She’s right that we waste less time that way, but I’m not used to it.
I couldn’t believe how late it had gotten when I heard her car door. I jumped up and ran to greet her, painfully aware of the dirty dishes in the sink, the lack of dinner, my socks on the floor…
“Hi sweetheart,” I can hear the shakiness in my voice that would have been a dead giveaway, even if her sharp gaze wasn’t already traveling around our small apartment. I take her purse and coat, as usual, but I can’t meet her eyes. She strolls slowly through the house, pausing briefly to glance into the bathroom that she had specifically asked me to see to.
“What did you do today?” The conversational tone belies the sharpness that I hear beneath her words. I hear it so keenly that it elicits butterflies in my belly. I won’t lie to her. It’s a promise I made to myself, as well as to my lady. When I tell her I spent the day catching up on the games I’d missed her eyebrows shoot up toward her hairline and it’s all I can do not to fall to my knees and beg forgiveness.
“I’m so sorry, I lost track of time, I meant to do it, I’ll do it right now,” I head toward the bathroom, but she stops me with a graceful, imperiously raised hand. Her words are quiet and slow, in stark contrast to my rapid-fire stammer, “no you will not, I’ll take care of it.”
Maybe I thought she’d just spank me a little harder than usual. I should have known better, since we both know I enjoy being spanked as much as she enjoys doing the spanking. I never thought she’d make me watch while she did the work I was supposed to do. It’s torture. This is the point. She straightens up from her intense scrubbing to rub a crick in her neck. I hate to see her uncomfortable and wonder briefly how much worse the punishment will be if I break position to rub it out for her. She must be satisfied with her work, though, because she is finally putting the cleaning supplies away. I’m so relieved that I might soon be allowed to stand that it takes me a moment to register that she is removing her clothes. I must be feeling worse than I thought because that’s not usually something I miss! When I finally register what’s happening, that she is preparing to take a shower, I do start to cry. She must see how hard I’m trying to stay in position for her. She must see how bad I feel, but there’s just no way I can stay like this for another second. I let out a quiet sob and her beautiful face comes into my watery vision.
“You can do it, darling, just a few more minutes while I get cleaned up.” she caresses my cheek and I nod.

For her, anything.