After the Late Shift“Nicole? Get in here!” Q roars the minute I return from taking
After the Late Shift“Nicole? Get in here!” Q roars the minute I return from taking the kids to school.“Hey – what’s up? How was work?” I ask disingenuously. She’s just worked a double shift, getting off at 8. Double shifts are never ‘good’ – they’re always short-staffed, even after they added her to it. And probably her regular shift, too.Q’s standing there in bra and panties, not looking happy – and not made any happier by my question.“Do you need your face slapped?” she growls – in case her mood wasn’t already clear.“No, Ma’am,” I mumble, dropping my eyes and dropping to my knees. I fumble with my clothes, trying to remove them.“Why is this place still a wreck?” she asks, quite reasonably. I was three days behind on chores and promised to catch up last night, while she was at work.“I… we… we got busy?” My skirt and panties are off my hips but above my knees…“Doing?” Her tone says my answer is not going to please her.‘Baking cookies’ might be nice. Reading to her daughters… “We got watching a movie and… I watched, too?”“What movie?”“Um, Aladdin? And The Little Mermaid? And Mulan?” I offer. The fact they the girls weren’t watching Frozen for the five-hundredth time doesn’t seem to impress her.“So while I’m out working my butt off, you’re sitting around watching movies?” This is sort of a violation of our agreement, where I, since I only work twenty hours a week, take care of the house while she, who often works sixty, pays my room and board and everything. Except that I am supposed to be taking care of the house.“Should I… get the hairbrush… Ma’am?”“I will find the clothes brush,” she informs me. Ouch, I grimace – the clothes brush is for really big spankings – like the one I avoided yesterday by promising to clean up. “Then, we’ll discuss your duties around here (meaning she’ll yell at me while walloping my backside, making herself even angrier). After which I will finally get a shower and then you can fulfill your other duties (meaning to serve her).”“And you’re on restriction for a week!” she adds as my mouth drops open. A week! Without a climax? With my head between or under her thighs most of that time? She never makes me serve the full thing, but it’s bad enough when it starts out as a few days!“Yes, Ma’am,” I say quietly as she begins her search for the clothes brush. -- source link