She heard the doorbell as she was lounging in her chair, the leather creaking softly as she put down her book and got to her feet. Heading out into the hall she made sure to grab her riding crop before coming to a halt at her door. She could only see the top of his head through the door spy so she let him sweat a little as she counted the cars that drove by on the road behind him. She counted up to 3 cars on the quiet suburban street before she finally opened the door for him.
He was on his knees in front of the door and staring down at her knee high leather pumps, she had to give him credit for his restraint when he managed to not look up at her even after seeing those. She stood silently in the doorway as he sat on his knees on the hard ground with his hands behind his back. Nodding to herself she placed the riding crop on his shoulder and pushed it down firmly. He bent down obediently and kissed her feet.