Monday morning saw me grounded. For a whole week.

That was what happened when my partner, Edward, got in a mood. It was very easy. He didn’t lock doors or bolt the windows. He simply forbade me to wear fabric.

He put me on Strict Dress Code.

That meant I could wear only my kinkiest playwear—latex, leather, cut-away. Shoes? My highest heels. But no fabric, unless a silk corset, say, or very fancy lingerie.

Bottom line, I had to stay indoors. If I went out, I’d probably get arrested.

He’d probably get arrested.

And for a top lawyer that could be a tad awkward. Few people even knew we were living together.

Still, it was my fault. I’d been ultra-naughty. Like he said, he really had no choice…

Our relationship was pretty intense. He was good-looking and rich—and worked really hard, so I distracted him with role-play.

I kept it up for days. Terrific fun, really built up the drama. Normally this meant lots of spankings, so if I did something really bad, he had to do something extra. But as I was pretty close to tender for most of the time—he was careful not to overdo things, but he was generally pretty vigorous, if you get me—grounding was the only other option.

That made things tricky and sometimes led to more trouble. And that meant extra spankings, so the effects could last a while…

Mmm. I was getting wet just thinking about it, but that wasn’t the only reason.

Dressing up made me very, very horny.

I was watching him get ready to leave for the office. His firm had something big on that week, so he’d warned me he might be out all hours.

I worried when he stressed about work. I tried to be especially distracting, to take his mind off things. So as it was Monday, and the start of my new regime, I was in my sexiest new lingerie, fishnets, and stilettos to see him off.

Normally I’d have just worn a thong.

But before he left, I needed to check on something. After his off-to-work blowjob, I scanned his face anxiously. “Sir? I’ve got a big ask.”

He looked surprised, and gave me a slow, sexy smile. “Oh, I don’t know.”

He stroked my bottom thoughtfully and gave it a pat. “Let’s just call it—well-rounded.”

I wriggled, pleased. “No, I mean a-s-k,” I said firmly, stressing the last letter. “About being grounded for the week. I mean—about Strict Dress Code,” I added quickly. He liked me to be accurate.

He arched a lawyerly eyebrow. “Ah. You mean a request?”

Grr. Lawyers can be so annoying.

I felt a little awkward. He was strict about punishment, so this was a bold step. If he judged my big ask defiant, I could be in even more trouble.

He glanced at his watch. “What is it, Calliope? I’m in a hurry.”

“I know I’m on Strict Dress Code all week, but can I go out? I have shopping to do and an invite to a tea-party on Thursday.”

He picked up his briefcase and gave me a quick peck on the cheek. “Sure. Do whatever you want. Just stick to the Code.” His eyelids lowered at a fresh thought. “And I want a detailed account every night.”

He gave my nipple a playful tweak and then he was gone.

I stared at my reflection in the mirror and celebrated with a big smile of relief. Do whatever I wanted? Yay!

I had a busy week planned. I had shopping to do and Edward’s birthday was on Sunday. Strict Dress Code finished then, but I’d have to organize his birthday dinner beforehand, buy him a present, order the food, and get across town to this party and back.

All without getting arrested?

That could be tricky. Still, I could order most stuff online and hey, I could do whatever I wanted, so maybe it wasn’t so bad.

Before I started on the housework I decided the first thing I wanted was fifteen minutes daytime TV with an outsize cup of extra-sweet comfort food—hot chocolate.

I curled up on the sofa, but even that wouldn’t work. My mind kept flicking away from the screen and scrolling through the terrible events that led me to this.

Come to think of it, that was a celebration dinner too. At least, I thought it was…