Page 122 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 2

Chapter 3

Georgie

TattooedBoy4Mommy: Good morning, Mistress H.

I was compulsive about sending her a message before I laid down to sleep in the morning. She'd fussed at me about my hours but relented a bit when I told her I was a bouncer. For some reason I sensed she still wasn't happy about it. We'd been exchanging messages for almost two weeks and they'd gone from me throwing questions at her to something different.

I stretched my shoulders as I stared down at my phone as I waited for my parole officer to come out and swab my cheek for my drug test before giving me a referral to the clinic for me to take a blood test to make sure I hadn't cheated it somehow.

Mistress_H: Hello, Sweet Boy. You're online a bit early today.

TattooedBoy4Mommy: Had an appointment I couldn't get out of. Going to be a bit short on sleep today.

Mistress_H: That's unacceptable. That would typically get you a paddling or spanking, before being sent to bed.

I darted my gaze around to make sure no one was near as I imagined her paddling me. Using the same one from her profile picture.

TattooedBoy4Mommy: Got bills to pay, Mistress H. Sleep or no sleep, still have to show up for work.

Mistress_H: Don't argue with me. No computer time when you get home. Straight to bed.

Her disappointment was clear and I didn't know why that fucked with my stomach. I closed the app on my phone without replying. I didn't have long to think about what I did before the asshole was there telling me to open my mouth, he swabbed my cheek, slapped a slip to my chest and told me to get lost.

I made my way across the city to the clinic, waited thirty minutes for them to tap a vein and then I headed home to get ready for work. I only had enough time to grab takeout. I was pulling a double for the extra cash. My apartment was falling apart and the landlord refused to fix it. Rumors were he was looking to sell and hoping people would get so fed up they'd move out without him having to follow the rules on eviction.

Fucked up thing was people in the building didn't really have many other options. I hit the nearest drive-thru and ordered something quick, then when I got home, I ate on the way up to my apartment. I just kicked the door closed behind me when I heard my phone start chiming. I stroked my thumb over the screen to unlock it and then swiped down to see what notifications I had.

My appetite fled as I saw I had three messages from Mistress H and I stood there like an idiot staring at my phone. I shoved my half-eaten burger and fries back into the greasy paper bag, threw the whole thing in my fridge.

Mistress_H: You will not ignore me.

Mistress_H: For every minute you don't respond is the amount of time you will video yourself in the corner being punished.

Mistress_H: You're up to a half hour and counting.

My hands shook as I tried to open the app to respond but it kept crashing or I closed it out.

TattooedBoy4Mommy: I'm sorry.

Mistress_H: Your sorry was appropriate 40 minutes ago. When you get home from work, you will strip and put on your pajamas, then you will open the video function in the app and video yourself taking your punishment. Be glad I can't get my hands on you or you'd receive 20 hits from my paddle or 40 spankings with a bare hand. You have until 4 AM to send proof that you complied.

Before I could answer the green dot disappeared telling me she'd logged out of the app. I couldn't video myself. She'd see she wasn't talking to a sweet boy but a sick fuck who was just pretending. I was sick to my stomach; my brain said I didn't have to listen to her. She was just some anonymous person on the other side of a computer screen somewhere in the city.

The other part was excited by my first punishment. If she stopped talking to me after she saw the video, I'd be okay with that. I'd have to be. I got ready for work and left my apartment. The rest of the afternoon and evening I kept checking my phone to see if I had another message, but nothing came through. I was a bigger asshole than normal the rest of the night until I could clock out and head home.

I entered my apartment at 3:30 p.m. and hurried to shower off work. With only minutes left, I was putting on my pink panties I liked to sleep in and the Mommy's Boy t-shirt. I nearly puked when I logged in to find her online. I propped the phone in the corner, adjusted until it wouldn't show my face and hit the icon to start the video chat.

It said Mistress_H was not sharing her camera and I waited there with my panties and t-shirt on display, waiting for the ridicule. Maybe she’d disconnect it completely when she saw me.

"You're two minutes late, that will be added to your time." Her voice was low and husky, almost a whisper. I wanted to argue that I was right on time, but with her I was sure I wouldn't win. "Now you will apologize to me for being rude and then we'll begin your punishment."

"I'm sorry I was rude."

"Sorry I was rude, what?"

"I'm sorry I was rude, Mommy."

"Good boy, now take your punishment. I'd prefer to be there to supervise but this will have to do. Is that what Mommy's Sweet Boy wears to bed?"

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