A Passion for Punctuality
by Sonofjack, sonofjackwell@gmail.com
Laura hated it when Tom was late . . . . 


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This story is dedicated to my favorite storyteller on Diana's website, The
Collector. This is not in any way an unauthorized sequel to any of his
stories, but it IS similar in tone to a few of my favorite stories by him.If
you've never checked out his bookshelf, do yourself a favor and do so as soon
as you get the time (hopefully AFTER you finish this story).#

If anyone would like to comment on this or any of my other stories, email me
at sonofjackwell@gmail.com; I'd really like to hear from more readers, and,
Collector, if you're still out there, I'd especially love to hear from you!

I also write commission stories so if you have an idea that you'd like to see
turned into a strong girl story and you like my writing style, let me know.

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Tom opened and closed the door as quietly as possible.He hoped that if
he was quiet enough his wife Laura might not notice that he was late.Laura
hated it when Tom was late.

When he turned around Laura was standing there watching him creeping
around as if he was walking on eggshells."Why are sneaking around like
that?" she asked with just a hint of annoyance.

Tom's heart skipped a beat.If there was one thing Laura hated more
than Tom's being late, it was him acting sneaky.Tom turned around and said,
"Please, Baby, I'm so, so sorry.I promise that it will never happen again."

"That's what you said the last time," Laura pointed out.

"But, Sweetheart, I swear that this time it wasn't my fault," Tom
whined.

"You said that last time too," Laura pointed out.She stood there with
her hands on her hips.So superior.So powerful.So dominate.

Tom fell to his knees."Please, Laura, please don't punish me; I swear
I did the best I could," Tom pleaded.He gazed up at his powerful wife.So
beautiful.So majestic.So terrifying.

"But we both know that your best often isn't good enough, don't we?"

To most people this would have seemed like an odd scene.Here was Tom,
a grown, successful, 5'11", 240 pound man begging his beautiful, feminine and
delicate looking wife, Laura, not to punish him for the terrible crime of
being home a few minutes late.But most people didn't know what Tom knew.

Most people didn't know that Tom's gorgeous 5'5", 124 pound, wife with
the amazing 42-22-34 figure, the long lightly curled brown hair and the soft
round face with the piercing green eyes and the full sensuous lips was also
incredible strong.How strong?She was strong enough to keep Tom on a very
short leash.In fact, she was strong enough to make Tom literally wear a
leash in public if that's what she wanted.Tom knew better than to disobey
her.Disobedience always led to punishment.

The chilling thing about Laura's punishment is that she didn't dole it
out in anger.When she punished Tom it was done with a cool head and with
purpose.She wanted - she demanded - his utter subservience.She felt that
it was her due.Wasn't he lucky to have a wife as beautiful and sexy as her?#
Wasn't he completely helpless and entirely overmatched by her giant and
terrible strength?Under those circumstances, wasn't complete and total
submission to her rule a small price to pay?

The fact that she kept a cool head when she punished her weakling husband
didn't mean that she didn't enjoy it however.Laura took great pleasure in
demonstrating her authority over Tom.She rejoiced in her ability to make him
tremble - either in fear or with arousal - just by saying his name with a
particular inflection.Laura owned Tom, and she took great pleasure in
reminding him of this reality.Often.

As for Tom, he knew that he was completely under Laura's spell as well
as her thumb.He was addicted to Laura's beauty and to her awesome strength
as well.It's true that he didn't enjoy being punished by her, but he was
turned on by her power to do so nonetheless.He marveled at her casual
displays of strength.He loved watching her bend crow bars in half and
lifting huge boulders as if they were pebbles.So long as they were not
directed at him, the only thing Tom loved more than being reminded of Laura's
mighty muscles was the feeling of having her strong arms around him when they
were making love.

If living under her iron rule was the price Tom had to pay for this
privilege, then so be it.It wasn't like he had a choice.He had to do
whatever Laura wanted, and for whatever reasons, she wanted him.Even so, at
times like this when he was sure he was about to be punished, terror filled
his heart.He knew how easy it was for Laura to impose her authority over
him.By this time he was so well trained that she didn't even have to snap
her fingers to make him grovel, she only had to look at him as if she MIGHT
snap her fingers.#

Tom crawled over and threw his arms around Laura's ankles and began
kissing her sandaled feet."I know that I'm not (kiss) worthy of your
magnificence (kiss kiss).But please, Laura, (kiss kiss) please don't punish
me this time.(kiss)It really isn't my (kiss) fault this time (kiss).I
swear it wasn't."By this time Tom was crying in fear and shame - his tears
staining his powerful wife's exquisite feet.

"Your pathetic groveling pleases me, Tommy-Boy, but you broke the
rules.We both know what happens when you break the rules don't we?" Laura
said looking down at her whimpering spouse, a smug, superior smile across her
full, beautiful lips.

"Y-y-yes," Tom admitted.

"And what happens?" Laura asked.She knew that he knew.She just
wanted to hear him say it.

"I-I-I get p-p-punished," Tom cried.

"And why is that?" the powerful goddess asked her pitiful slave.

"B-b-because you're the boss," Tom answered.

"Am I just 'the boss'?" Laura asked.

"No," Tom replied, "You are the Supreme and Divine Master."

"In fact, what is another way of saying 'Supreme and Divine Master'?"
Laura asked.

"'Laura'," Tom replied.

"That's right, Baby Boy, as far as you're concerned, the name 'Laura'
equals 'Supreme and Divine Master'.Saves a lot of time, don't you think?"

"Yes, Laura," Tom responded obediently.

"And what else," Laura coaxed.

"A-a-and your slightest whisper is like a holy commandment as far as
I'm concerned," Tom replied.

"And why is that?" Laura asked, enjoying watching her husband cringe and
beg at her feet.

"B-b-because you're so strong," Tom sobbed, totally defeated.

"Yes, Little Man, because I AM so strong.Do you have any idea how much
stronger I am than you?" Laura teased.

"N-n-not exactly," Tom acknowledged, "I know that you're so much
stronger that it's not even close.I know that you're a goddess of strength
and power and that if I don't do exactly WHAT you tell me to do WHEN you tell
me to do it that I'm in trouble.I know that if there were twenty of me that
you'd still be stronger."

"Twenty?Honey, I'd still be stronger if there were a hundred of you,"
Laura corrected.

"Yes!Yes, of course, you'd still be stronger if there were a hundred
of me."Tom was quick to agree even though Laura's correction of his
underestimation of her power didn't seem to upset her.He figured why take
any chances.Besides, despite the terror in his heart, it thrilled Tom to
speak the truth about his wife's supreme strength in such plain, stark terms.

"And that's what you love about me, isn't it, Tom?You love knowing
that your beautiful and sexy wife is sooo much stronger than you, don't you?"

"Yes, Laura," Tom admitted.

"And you love knowing that I have the power to make you do anything I
want you to do, don't you Tom?"

"Yes, Laura."

"And you love that I can make you grovel and tremble in fear at my feet
just by giving you a slightly threatening look, don't you Tom?"

"Yes, Laura, yes; it's true."

"Because you know that you belong at my feet worshipping and cowering
don't you Tom?"

"Yes, Laura, of course," Tom acknowledge

"Aren't you lucky that I allow you to worship and grovel at my feet?"

"Yes, Laura, I know that I'm a very lucky man," Tom agreed.

"Don't you get hard just thinking about the combination of my
breathtaking feminine beauty combined with my awesome feminine strength, Tom?"

"Yes, Laura, my dick gets rock hard just thinking about it," Tom
conceded.

"Aren't you grateful that I let you lick my feet like a dog?"

"Yes, (lick) Laura, (lick lick)."

"And aren't you grateful that I'm NOT going to punish you for being late
today?"

"Yes, Laura, I'm very luc - Wait!You're NOT going to punish me?" Tom
asked in amazement.

"Of course not, Silly," she giggled."I used the traffic report app on
my phone a few minutes before you got home.I saw that there was a five car
pile-up that backed up traffic on Highway 1 that you couldn't possibly have
avoided.I expected you to be a little bit late today," she explained.

"W-w-why didn't you tell me before?" Tom asked.

Laura went over and effortlessly picked her larger husband off the
floor.She cradled him in her immensely powerful arms and tenderly kissed his
cheek that was still wet with tears of fear."I couldn't help it.You just
look so cute when you're terrified," she said.

"I'm glad that my fear amuses you," Tom said a little testily.

Laura started walking with Tom towards the bedroom."Don't pout," she
said, "I think I know a way to make it up to you."

"Yes, Laura," Tom replied obediently.

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