She did look incredibly beautiful, beautiful, and excited.“You took your punishment very well.”“Thank you, Mistress.”Then with a twinkle in he... eye, she stood up and bent over giving me a beautiful view down her blouse, I could see red lingerie trimmed with black lace.“Would you like me to remove my blouse?”“Yes, please Mistress.”“It will cost you three strokes of the cane; would you still like to see?”“Yes, please Mistress.” I had no hesitation she looked so sexy and the atmosphere was. She felt drained and bereft of emotion at all. When she had free moments, she would think about how much she missed him, and her heart would race as she reminisced about the kissing and the lovemaking. But those free moments were rare, she tried to keep busy as often as possible. Every time she had gone into town, she had barely noticed the red and white decorations, so it came as a shock to her that Valentine’s Day was coming up. She had been so wrapped up in her grief and work that she had. Tired and pissed off, I got in the shower. I let the hot water hit my body as I tried to cry away the pain. After fifteen minutes of crying, thinking and washing; I got out of the shower. As I stepped out, I looked in the mirror to admire my honey brown skin, hazel eyes and long brown hair. I wore a size 32 D bra, had a thin waist and a round ass. I thought to myself, “Fuck him, I deserve better.” As I began to dry off my body, I heard the bell ring. Jamal was finally here. Jamal was 5’11’’. She had dragged her mattress off her bed and placed it next to his, over his mild protests. He hadn't ordered her to take it back, although to be fair he hadn't ordered her to do anything since that night; he even hesitated to ask or recommend that she do something. It was plain that he was as terrified of what had happened as she was.Whatever the cause, the fact was she still woke up every morning in his bed, with either her arms wrapped around him or his around her. It was disconcerting to.