I asked her to marry me.
She said, Only if I sign a Domestic Discipline Agreement, first
POOF!
In a cloud of smoke, a Genie appears in front of me, and intones,
"I am the Genie of Fantasy. I can not make you rich or famous, but I CAN put you into any fantasy world you wish. You can stay in the fantasy world as long as you want... you can say the words, "Teenie Genie, take me home" or if you fall asleep, you'll return to this real world, and only one minute in real time will have passed."
I eagerly told him what I wanted.
POOF!
On the table, she laid out the document, a hairbrush, cane and paddle.
"We start with ... you, stripping naked, right there."
Now, she's seen me naked, but I still blushed a little as I did so.
I did and
"Now get up," she said, "Stand at the table, read the Agreement, then sign it."
I read it, and it read as everything she told me. I signed two copies, one for her, one for me.
"Now, the paddle. Bend over the table."
I did and
"And to finish with cane strokes," she said and
"Done," she said. "Get up, stand in front of me."
I did.
"Do you promise to abide by the principles set forth in the Agreement."
"I ...do."
"You may make your proposal?"
"Will you ...marry me?"
"I will."
I fished into my pants pocket and brought out the ring I purchased, and showed it to her, and she smiled, and I put it on her finger.
"You may ... get dressed," she said, smiling.
I slowly did so, first pulling up my briefs over my very sore bottom.
to be continued in: Domestic Discipline Agreement 3
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