She looks at him.
“I’m so sorry Ma’am,” he says again, contrition written on his face.
“Did you forget, or did you just decide it wasn’t important?” she asks.
“I just didn’t… think of it. I forgot Ma’am…” he offers, knowing his answer is inadequate.
“I have no excuse, I’m truly sorry Ma’am.”
“How many rules do you have? How many things do I ask for boy?”
“Five Ma’am, there are only five.”
“Do you think that’s unreasonable? Do you think that’s too much for you?”
“No! No Ma’am… I just… I just fucked up… please…”
“Do I have to remind you every single time? Is that it? Really?”
“No Ma’am. I will do better, I have no excuse. I’m so sorry…”
“Right… well since you can’t follow the rules, I am revoking all of them for the next half hour. You will be a submissive without rules. You will not call me Ma’am, you will not show me any particular respect, you are free to do whatever you want… no rules. Do you understand?”
His face shows his confusion. “Yes Ma’a… Yes. Very unexpected, but crystal clear.”
He looks relieved at the punishment.
“You have my name written on your body. Go now and scrub it off.”
His face drops, but he knows better than to argue.
He trudges off to the bathroom. When he returns he has his hand under his shirt, and she knows his fingers are touching the redness where he has scrubbed her name off his skin. He looks pathetic.
They sit and talk for a while, about an upcoming wedding, about plans for the weekend, she watches him, knows he is uncomfortable, he is looking more and more miserable.
Finally she asks, “How does this feel? To have no rules?”
“You thought it was a trivial punishment, a welcome respite… that it was going to be easy?”
“I was confused at first, then the penny dropped and I felt sick, it makes me feel sick. I understand the punishment, it’s a good one.”
“What is it?”
“To find out what it’s like when you don’t care what I do, to just do whatever I want, to feel as if I’m not your submissive, I miss being under your control already, I feel lost…”
She nods. “I want you to understand what happens if you don’t follow the rules. It doesn’t work does it?”
He shakes his head, his eyes downcast. “No, it really doesn’t.”
She looks at her watch. “Ok, the half hour is up… the punishment is over, boy.”
He smiles broadly, relief written on his face. He drops to his knees and looks up at her, “Thank you Ma’am.”
She puts her name back on his skin to claim him, to bring him home, and feels his pleasure at being back in his place.
“I really missed your rules immensely, even just for half an hour, I like having them. They remind me who I am, they remind me that I’m yours, Ma’am.”
She nods and traces her name written on his skin with her fingertips.
“I know,” she replies.
She cups his chin and lifts his face to hers, leaning down to hold his gaze.
“…and yes, you’re mine.”