She was still sore everywhere, but the warmth of the blanket she was sleeping under made the pain less troublesome. She was in a bed? That was unexp...ected also. Her head hurt, and the blood pounding in her ears let her know that the knee to her head had not been imagined. Despite the throbbing headache, she listened and kept her eyes closed. Nothing had startled her awake like last time. And though she was groggy, she felt rested. How long had she slept? The room was quiet. She heard no. It was silence, yes, but it was the silence of a room – I thought I could detect the distant electronic humming of a computer.Then I remembered Your very first instructions to me, Sir, when You told me to call You and ask for my panties. The instructions I had failed to follow.I took a quick, shaky breath then, and spoke: “I… I apologize for being a disobedient little slut, Sir.”Then I stopped breathing altogether.Oh, Sir! Then I heard You - a warm, affectionate chuckle that made me want to. She opened the car door and popped her umbrella open as she stepped out. Her shoes crunched on the white gravel as she walked to the shelter. The wind was picking up, and she hoped that he would be here soon. The minutes ticked by, and the ferocity of the rain increased. Lightning occasionally flashed across the sky in the distance and the rumbling thunder sounded ominous. A gust of wind ruffled her hair as she thought with a bit of anger, ‘To hell with this.’ As she grabbed her umbrella from. I screwed up, I'm sorry. I promise it won't happen again, I'll do anything you ask. Please."It wasn't until I admitted that I needed help, that I couldn't stop drinking on my own, that she accepted my plea. "But, I'm warning you," she said, "if this happens again I'm going to spank your ass!"I wasn't entirely sure how serious that threat was at the time, but I was afraid nonetheless. Angie is about five inches taller than me with a thick frame. She used to put me in a headlock wherever.