Richards Day off F/m

Richard’s Day Off



She slowly opened her eyes, stretched and rolled over to wake Richard.


Only he wasn't there.


She quickly got out of bed, and grabbed a robe as she ran out of the room and down the stairs, sparing the clock a cursory glance as she went.


‘Six in the morning. Where the Hell was he?’ She thought, thoroughly irritated.


After making sure that he wasn't in the downstairs bathroom, or the kitchen she checked the garage. Her temper began to rise immediately, and she slammed back in to the house.


Histruck was gone. He actually went to the office, today of all days.


She was not impressed. He had promised that he would book the day off.Had been promising all month. Unlike all those other times, this time was definitely worse. After all, it WAS their anniversary, and they had made specific plans.


'Anyways,'she muttered darkly, 'what is the point of being the boss if you can't take one lousy day off!'


She paced back and forth as she thought back over the last few months. It had been, what? Three months since he had taken more than half a day off. Two cancelled weekend trips, twelve cancelled dinner reservations. One cancelled beach holiday. Hundreds of unfulfilled promises.


She understood that the office was busy this time of year, but this was ridiculous. Richard put in enough hours to rival ANY workaholic. Yous ure didn’t see any of his employees working on a Sunday!


He was the boss; he could take some time off if he chose to.


And that, she decided, was the real problem. He did NOT choose to. He did NOT choose to spend time with his WIFE, did NOT choose to KEEP his PROMISES!


Well this time there would be hell to pay!! She smiled grimly as she dressed, planning her revenge. Oh Yes! This time he would fully and completely understand what it meant to make the wrong choice!


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A few hours later, Richard was still sitting in the office, crunching through a small pile of paperwork. He had made several attempts to contact some of their customers, but so far had failed to reach anyone. “You would think” he thought irritably, “That someone would be interested in their company’s well being!” He couldn’t understand such irresponsibility! After, HE put in whatever hours were necessary, working hard to keep the company solid.


He was well into his self-satisfied gloating when the outer door opened.


He looked up in surprise. It was very rare to have a customer come in on a Sunday. He was even more surprised at the vision that appeared in the doorway.


His WIFE! And she was dressed... differently. Thigh high black boots showed off her legs, as did the black mini and bustier. Good God! She looked more like a street girl than she did his loving, swee t wife!


In her hand she held a- What the Hell!! She had a crop in her hand!!


His eyes widened even further as she locked the door, then turned around to glare at him. "Uh, Honey? What in Sam's Hill is going on?"He stammered at her, completely baffled, and more than a little bit irritated. Didn’t she understand that he had no time for such impudence!


"Justa little reminder, Richard dear. Hopefully you will at least remember this one, hmm?" She purred as she strode towards him. He couldn’t help but notice how, well, determined she looked. How absolutely angry she was. Her high heeled boots clacked loudly against the floor. He immediately checked to be sure she wasn’t marking up the linoleum.


"Where are you supposed to be young man?" She barked at him, irritated at the way his eyes just kept getting bigger. By the way he just gaped at her, not truly understanding his situation. Well, he would understand soon enough, that’s for sure!


Theedge in her voice, if not the words themselves seemed to penetrate his shock, as he stood up to face her.


"Now just wait a minute! You can't talk to me like that!!" He blustered, his hands thumping down on his desk, scattering his paperwork. “Now look at what you’ve made me do!” he grumped, glaring at the paperwork all over the floor.


Ignoring his complaining, she walked up so that she faced him across his desk.Then she slowly reached forward to grab his tie.


Fora brief moment he wondered if this was one of those bizarre sex things, the kind people were always talking about. What was it called? Ah, Dominatrix! Then he found him self sprawled across his own desk as she yanked hard on his tie.


"I can’t talk to you like that? That is debatable Richard. I am sick of your attitude lately. You don't have time for me anymore, hmm?" She spoke coldly, as he sputtered and struggled.


The horrid crop came down sharply across his backside. He jerked, trying to stand up, only to choke wildly for a moment. Christ, she had tiedhis tie to something. He quickly discovered that any struggling resulted in rapid strangulation.


Justas he came to this conclusion the crop bit into him twice more.


"So much work to do, hmm?"


CRACK,SPLAT!


"Not even time for our anniversary?"


CRACK CRACK CRACK!


He held still thinking that she had lost her cotton picking mind, maybe if he held still she would give up on this weird game.


"Hmm,not very effective...Well, lets try this..."Suddenly he felt cold air on his now exposed buttocks as she ripped his dress pants.


"That is ENOUGH!" He roared, thoroughly pissed off. This was beyond bad taste in jokes. “You will quit this nonsense RIGHT NOW!” He yelled, frustrated by his own helplessness.


"On the contrary dear, we have not yet begun to discuss how thoroughly pissed I am" She lightly tapped the crop on his exposed buttocks, laughing throatily as he clenched in anticipation of the blow.


The she brought the crop down smartly several times in rapid succession,not even minding that he didn't make a sound.


Then she aimed a blow at the tender underside of his left buttock, and was rewarded by his cursing and frantic struggles to get loose.


She proceeded to bring the crop down, each connection with his vulnerable ass leaving a thin red line. Lines that soon became welts as she continued to demonstrate her ire with him upon his person.


After25 blows he began to make low growling noises as each landed, 25 morehad him moaning.


Throughout it all she continued to lecture him on his poor behavior concerning their relationship. By the time she was no longer angry his ass was covered in stripes that showed no sign of fading any time soon.


She left him there, the rear of his pants ripped out, tied to his desk.


As she reached the door she stopped.


"Richard.I have no wish to have to repeat this performance, so I suggest you get your ass home for our ANNIVERSARY DINNER. I further suggest that you start making our relationship a priority, not just work."


She opened the door, then turned back.


"Oh,and all you have to do is open the drawer to get you tie loose."


As he reached for the drawer, she sauntered out, laughing softly to herself.