My heart quickened as I inwardly sighed with relief. Either I choose to allow him to punish me, and stay, or leave in disgrace never to return again. I set my eyes upon him meekly, watching him wait for me to make my decision.

My mind was as if were a whirlwind, pondering what the punishment entailed. Would it be a physical punishment using some of that equipment in the room, or was it to be a verbal berating? I realised I had to accept my fate before knowing what it was to be. That being the case, made me afraid, yet quiver with excitement. I knew his anger, that was as clear as day, I had to survive it, to have any chance of continuing my employment…or perhaps anything further if he wanted.

I wondered if he kept any others in this way? Were all his house keepers submissives in another life? If they weren’t who did he bring down here, and when? In my time here I didn’t recall him bringing other women to the house.

I remember memories from years ago, of past partners who dabbled in the lifestyle, how alive and focused it made me feel, as if I had a purpose, a reason for living. Perhaps Richard thought me to be too young, and simply had me here to teach me a lesson in betraying his rules? On the other hand I wished to let him know what was in my mind, that I had a recollection of familiarity in these things, that I needed it so desperately, but was afraid in finding a suitable someone to share it with?

I take a deep breath and nervously fumble with my uniform, looking up at him. "I am willing to accept a punishment for disobeying your rules, and in turn having the opportunity to sort things out in relation to my employment and purpose…" I pause, starting to tremble. "...when you feel I have learnt my lesson." I say, barely in a whisper, my throat dry.