As she stood at the kitchen sink washing up the tea things, Thomas approached form behind and put it arms around her, gently nuzzling her neck. 

"Please!" she said with some agitation, "can't you see I've got to finish up here?" 

Thomas stiffened, surprised at her rebuke of his affections. His arms fell slack and he stepped back. 

"There's no need to take that tone with me, young lady," he said. 

And then Hoàng started to cry. "I'm so sorry, really. It's just that I've got this paper due in the morning, and I realize that I'm not as far along as I thought, and oh, fuck, I'm so sorry for speaking rudely, it's just..." Her tears flowed unembarrassedly and she turned to hug Thomas. But he did not reciprocate. 

"You should have said something," he said coolly. "Now stop this and go do your work. You know that takes precedence. I'll finish up here." 

"But this is my chore," she whimpered through her tears. 

"Please don't contradict me again." His voice was angry now. "I've given you a command: go do your work." 

Seeing that she was not gaining any traction with him, she turned to exit the kitchen, her face burning with shame. "When you finish, bring the paper for my review. And be prepared to be disciplined." He turned on the water and immersed his hands in the dish suds, not commenting on her whimpers as she sidled off to the study to work on her paper, shutting the door behind her. 

It was just after midnight when the door opened and the young woman emerged, a printout of her work in hand. Thomas was reading in the lounge when Hoàng entered the room. He didn't look up from his book, but merely extended his hand to collect the paper. 


"Stand on the table and strip whilst I read this," he commanded without emotion. 

The girl surrendered the document and kicked off her thongs before mounting the coffee table. As Thomas read, Hoàng pulled her t-shirt over her head, and tossed it on the side chair. She then removed her bra, allowing her breasts to breathe freely. She hated this part of being disciplined: while she loved being naked in Thomas' arms, she found this random nudity was humiliating. Next came her jeans, which she eased over her hips and stepped out of, again tossing them to the chair. She hesitated only slightly, steeling her nerve before removing her panties, and Thomas' voice startled her. 

"Leave them, temporarily," he said coldly without looking up. 

"Yes, sir," she said wondering if he'd noticed her moment of hesitation. She pulled the waistband of the string bikini panties taunt against her clean-shaven mons, the labia delicately outlined under the white fabric. Hoàng took a bit of comfort being able to keep her sex clad for just a little longer, but she couldn't help wondering how she would be disciplined; her thoughts strayed just enough. She wasn't surprised to find herself growing slightly moist. Thomas reached for something beside his chair, and still not looking at her, tossed the object. 

"Here, put this on," he said dispassionately. It was a leather collar, one Hoàng knew well and loved--it was a symbol of his possession of her. She remembered the day he presented it, and how happy it had made her to receive it and give herself to him. Although she knew that there would be a price to pay for her earlier indiscretion, the presence of the collar assured her of his continued commitment. When Hoàng had fitted the collar and adjusted the D-ring in front, Thomas finally looked at her. 

"You hurt me deeply," he said calmly. "You should have told me earlier about your deadline--I asked how the work was going." He got up from the chair and walked around her. 

"I'm sor..." she started to say, but he cut her off with a sharp smack to her left buttock. 

"I'm talking now; don't interrupt." Again, his voice was totally drained of emotion--it frightened her. "Look straight ahead and listen. I'll let you know when you may speak." Another slap landed on her cheek. "You have been a very bad girl," he said. 

He continued: 

"You've been a very bad girl, Hoàng, and I'm very disappointed. It was quite rude of you to spurn my caresses, inconsiderate not to tell me about your assignment and disrespectful to speak to me in the manner you did. You should be turned out into the street to run with those silly boys you used to date, insipid and callow youths. But while your lack of consideration for me and my feelings is profound, I've decided a simpler punishment would be appropriate." Thomas reached beside the chair again and withdrew a dog lead, a chain of flat metal links with a clip at one end and a leather hand grip at the other. "Don't get excited; I know a spanking isn't a punishment for you. By the end of the night, I hope you'll be adequately chastened." He snapped the clip to the D-ring of her collar and allowed the cold metal to hang between her breasts and dangle between her legs. "Get on your knees, Hoàng." 

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