I twirl my hair around my finger. “I thought about you today.” My belly twists like I’m on a roller coaster. I drop my hand and do a little twirl in front of my fridge.
You laugh. “You always think about me.” Your voice rumbles in my ear and threatens to weaken my knees.
I’m glad we are on the phone because my face is beet red and hot.
You laugh louder. Longer. “I’m being mean and teasing you. I bet you are blushing. Your cheeks look so sweet when you blush, I wish I could see them. Kiss your lips.” Your voice lowers. “Spank your ass.”
I giggle. My body warms to that thought, even as my face cools. I miss you though, terribly. I don’t dare say it out loud.
Your voice turns stern. “Have you eaten your supper?”
“I was just getting to that.”
“Protein and vegetable.”
“Can I have fruit instead of a vegetable?”
“Are you whining, my dear? You know what happens to whiners.”
I look at the floor, kicking my foot. My bottom lip sticks out. “They have to have two vegetables and no dessert.”
“Be a good girl and there might a reward for you. I have to go, but I’ll talk to you after you eat.”
My mouth turns downward.
“Stop pouting, too.”
I want to cross my arms over my chest and protest. I want to pout and whine and throw a tantrum. I had a long day.
Besides how do you know what I’m doing? I don’t whine, but I let my lower lip stick out. Your voice is dark and commanding. “Put your lip back in. Now.”
I shiver. “Or what?” The words escape me before I can stop them. I gasp and slap my hand to my lips. I mumble something unintelligible. Probably oh shit, but I barely hear myself as I strain to hear your response.
You say nothing.
My fingers drag across my lips. “I’m sorry.” I bow my head.
“Eat your supper. Then kneel in the living room until I arrive.”
“How long will you be?” my voice is a whine. Luckily, it’s just inside my head.
What I really say is, “Yes, sir.”
“Don’t undress or do anything but eat. At the table. Then kneel for me. I’ll see you soon.”
I sigh, but go to follow his orders.