Chapter 2 - 2 punishment

Lily hummed to herself as she threaded her way through the grid of cubicles. She was familiar with most of the employees in Jack's office and was on friendly terms with them. She nodded and smiled good morning to a few as she passed. "Silly boy forgot his lunch," she giggled and indicated her oversized bag. A few men smiled indulgently, wishing their wives were as thoughtful.

She smiled to herself as she saw Jack's terrified face peek over the edge of his cubicle. Little boy was in for it now. She had known he would forget to call, and so had taken the morning off from work to plan her next move.

Finally she rounded the corner of Jack's cubicle and pulled up a chair next to him. He was trying so hard not to look at her in the face. Aww, she thought! He's so cute when he's flustered! It was almost enough to make her want to pat his head and tell him it was ok.....ha, almost.

Instead she sat down close to him and grabbed his earlobe with two perfectly manicured fingers. She pulled her husband's head close to her lips and murmured in her Domme-voice.

"My slave has been very bad this morning. At breakfast, I was lenient on My slave because he was just learning. But now that My slave was made aware of my expectations, I expect My slave to obey Me. Is that clear?"

Jack mumbled an affirmative.

In her normal, happy-wife voice, Lily spoke loudly for the benefit of Jack's coworkers. "Wow, looks like somebody's still full from breakfast!"

Jack's ears burned with embarrassment and his heart rate quickened again. If any of his coworkers HAD been looking at him funny this morning, this would definitely fuel the gossip fire.

She leaned in close again and handed him the bag. "Open it and lay it out on your desk."

Jack quickly plunged his hands into the bag and pulled out 10 perfectly-wrapped gourmet hamburgers, warm, fragrant, and ridiculously large. Jack's already nervous, embarrassed, and frightened feelings were now joined by dread. He suspected what his punishment would be, and he knew there was NO way in hell he would be able to finish it all. He prayed that she hadn't brought the whip to the office with her!

What would his office think? Would he get in trouble? Would they find out? He kept silent, praying that she wouldn't find an excuse to publicly humiliate him in front of his coworkers.

Lily saw how worked up her sweet husband was getting and she smiled inwardly. She knew he would likely need a bit more coaching before he fully learned to enjoy and feel pleasure in these submission games. She had faith that once his initial shock and disbelief wore off, he would become more comfortable in his role and release his fears, self-consciousness, and self-doubt. Until that time, however, she had some things planned.

Lily delicately unwrapped the first burger, a double-decker slathered with BBQ sauce, fried shoestring onions, mayonnaise, crisp smoked bacon, melted cheddar and pepper jack, and thick, juicy tomato slices. She enjoyed drawing each movement out as long as possible, seeing Jack's anxiety build.

She thought: God, he is so cute! I am the luckiest woman alive!
She said: "Eat."

Jack's stomach was in knots. He was still full from breakfast, he was terrified he would be discovered by his coworkers with his wife jamming food down his throat, and he was in dread of the consequences of his inevitable failure to complete the task.

Still, he grabbed the delicious-smelling burger from his wife's delicate little hands and began to eat. The flavors filled his mouth and nose: tangy BBQ sauce, crispy bacon and onion strings, sweet tomato, spicy jack cheese. He had to admit, this burger was a work of art, and he momentarily forgot his nerves as he genuinely enjoyed eating.

The next burger was ready to go as soon as he licked the last traces of BBQ sauce from his lips. This one was Hawaiian themed, with a sweet teriyaki glaze, thick slices of ham, shredded lettuce, and pineapple on top. Jack began to slow down. This burger was delicious too, but he was so, so full that it was starting to get painful again. Whenever he would momentarily lose himself in the blissful flavors and simple joy of eating delicious food, he would open his eyes to see the 8 remaining burgers glaring back at him and he would inwardly begin to whimper again.

Three bites left. Two. Last one. Jack sighed in relief and leaned back in his chair. His pants were tight, his shirt was tight. He thought he was beginning to sweat again, but he was so anxious that he couldn't tell. "please don't let anyone come back here, please don't let anyone come back here" he repeated in his head like a silent prayer.