Master was angry. There was no other way to explain it. He had all but seen red when his submissive, Maeve, had eaten the cupcake in front of him during their weekly FaceTime conversation. He had wanted to reach through the camera and take her over his knee right there in the cafe. But they were over a thousand miles away from one another. He had no punishment set up that could impart the kind of displeasure he had experienced.
He knew she had been upset he had to change their plans so drastically. She had told him that she was unhappy in their texts from earlier that day. He could not visit her when he had planned, his family needed him. She understood, and yet she was beyond disappointed. She was already stressed. Her mental health had been suffering lately. Therapy on hold for a few weeks. Changes in her work, and family situation added to her stress. These had all pushed her past her tipping point. He had seen in her eyes the pain that was growing. This visit was to have given her the discipline she had desperately needed before she went over the edge to self harm. Taking that possibility of help away from her was just too much for her. She had gone over the edge and no amount of talking would help. She was lucky that the cafe was in her building and the elevator took her directly to her suite. She was safely there before the worst of the drop fully hit! He knew she had made it safely home. He knew she was simply acting out today. Her way of crying out for help from him. Behaving like a willful child… acting out with all the maturity of stomping her feet.
She was diabetic, and he had put her on a strict plan to manage her sugar intake. A small piece of chocolate here. A smidge of ice cream there. The occasional chocolate croissant with her coffee. The extra large dark chocolate cupcake with peanut butter filling and chocolate buttercream frosting was so far off that plan. He had seen it on the plate in front of her at the cute cafe she was meeting him at for their “lunch date”, where her usual croissant should have been. He questioned her about it after their initial hello. She told him what it was, and that she was planning to eat the whole thing. She proceeded to do just that in absolute defiance of their contract, and him.
He was astounded. Beyond angry. He was worried for her. Worried for what this meant to their future. How could he punish her given what he understood of her state. He had all but pushed her to it. Yet her behavior demanded a response. Before they got off the call he bade her to remove her collars. Both the day time necklace she wore as a sign of his love, and the leather strap she wore round her wrist. She was not to put them on herself again. He would replace them after he had calmed. Not until the punishment had been agreed upon, and meted out. Not until he could finally put hands on her in person. But more was needed now.
Oh, she had been remorseful the next day. After the sickness of the sugar high and painful low of cold sweats and violent shaking. She had cried to him. She had explained her willfully disobedient behavior and her stresses to him as if he did not already know the reasons she was so defiant. But she could not placate the anger of the beast that raged in his heart as he had watched her self harm instead of reaching out to him for guidance as she should have. He had to appease the beast somehow before it ate him up inside.
He knew she was working from home that week with no one else home. She had recently become an empty-nester on top of her other issues. Did he make her wear the largest plug for specific periods of time each day? Or wear the nipple clams she hated for several hours? Stop everything and bring herself to orgasm whenever he texted her code word for that? Cuff herself in position on her bed with a requirement to recite her mantra over and over for periods of time? Writing assignments. Cleaning chores. He could think of so many tortures. But none of them individually felt enough. Not when what he wanted was to shake her violently (asking why), spank her till neither of them could feel the pain (making her recite every reason what she did was wrong), and then hold her as she cried out all her anguish.