There was a knock at the door and Sasha hastened to answer it. On the other side was Rob. She’d been expecting him so she had her collar on and the lead was in his hand. He attached it and then she dropped to her knees, ready. Rob made his way inside and closed the door behind him, not caring if someone saw Sasha whilst he did so.
Once behind closed doors, he pulled her up by the lead and caught her lips in a passionate kiss which only ended when she nipped his lip gently.
“Sorry, Daddy.” Sasha giggled, not really meaning it. She was going to get what she wanted. Rob pulled her to her feet and then rather unceremoniously bent her over the back of the couch.
“Count.” he instructed before landing a firm slap on her ass. She squealed loudly and he tugged on the lead. She didn’t need any more prompting.
“One.” she said, a slight waver in a voice. Four more slaps reigned down and her voice got a little quieter each time.
“Now what do you say?” Rob asked, his voice firm.