“Thank you honey…” I said, defeated.
“You’re welcome, slut. Hurry,” she said as there was more banging on the door. “And, grab a punishment paper from the jar on your dresser before you head to work – it may be something you have to do all day… Or all week. You poor, forgetful slut. I’m your Mistress.”
I chewed on my lip. “Yes Mistress…” I said, looking at the ground.
I fingered the paper in my pocket as I waved goodbye to Mistress and the kids; I still needed to check it before I could go to work…