Forgiveness

She teased me playfully.
Only in her thigh highs and heels.
She straddled my leg to remove my boot.
Bending over to make sure I could admire her.
One after the other the boots came off.
Then she brought me my drink.
She knelt on the floor in front of me.
Looking down at her.
I could see her hands shaking.
"What is it my precious?" I asked.
"Nothing, I'm here in my place sir," she replied.
"I'm aware of your place," I said firmly.
"Now tell me what is wrong," I added.
Her hands clasp in front of her.
Rubbing them together.
Her head down.
"I was ironing and the iron was too hot sir," she whimpered.
"And I ruined your favorite shirt sir," she added.
I could smell the fear.
And sensed the disappointment she had in herself.
"Will you forgive me sir?" she asked.
"Look at me," I said sternly.
She raised her head with tears rolling down.
"Come to me," I said.
She crawled on her hands and knees to me.
"Stand up," I said.
"Yes sir," she said nervously.
She stood before me not wanting to look at me.
"Come sit in my lap," I told her.
She curled up in my lap.
Her head on my shoulder.
I caressed her soft skin.
"I forgive you precious," I whispered in her ear.
I could feel the relief in her body.
"Thank you Sir," she said quietly.
"You know your getting a spanking," I said.
"Yes Sir," she replied.
But, she knew it would be a pleasure spanking.
"I really did like that shirt though," I said.
"Yes Sir, I know and I'm sorry," she replied.
Then she looked at me and smiled.
"What is it?" I asked.
"As my master, forgiveness is the most powerful thing you have," she said.