She was in full on pest mode.

They had checked into a hotel and were shortly to go out to see friends.

She was being over excited and wanting everything now.

She had her shower.

He started to shave.

Her hand snuck out from behind the curtain and pinch his backside.

"Mine" she sung from in the shower, her hand retreating.

He finished shaving, checked to see how bad the cut from the razor had been, and reached behind the shower curtain.

One hand pressed her against the cubicle wall. The other turned the stream of water across her body to cold.

"Calm down" he said in the soft voice that normally told her that she was in trouble.

" You beast, you beast, you beast" she cried trying and failing to free herself and escape the icy stream that had already send her nipples hard.

"Calm. Down!" He repeated.

"Ok ok I'm sorry. I'm calm" she squeaked.

It was a total lie. She was not really sorry not was she calm but he let her go and turned the water warm again.

He returned to the room and started laying his clothes for the evening on the bed.

He turned back to his case and she flounced into the room and flolloped onto the bed, her undried body shedding water across the covers and clothing, her long wet hair pooling in the centre of his shirt.

He grabbed her ankle and pulled her off the bed to land with a bump on the floor.

"Hey. There was no need to...."

She saw his face.

Oops.

She had gone too far.

He pulled the chair out from the counter. A steel framed square sort of chair that looks comfortable but in fact was designed by a denizen of the lowest torture chamber in the very bowels of hell.

" Kneel on the chair"

She did so , curling her knees beneath her, facing the back of the chair.

He pulled some ropes from his case and swiftly bound her ankles to the front of the chair and her wrists to the chair arms near the back.

"Those knots are ugly" she pouted.

"Pardon"

" These knots are ugly. Tie me in pretty knots, I like the pretty knots."

Smack.

She hadn't noticed him move nor his hand swing to the bottom of her rump.

"Ow" she cried as the hand delivered an even blow to the other cheek.

He went to his case again and picked up a set of self adhesive backed foam letters. They were to be a gift for his nephews.

But the sacrifice would be worth it.

He arranged the letters across her buttocks and picked up her hair brush.

Smack.

He placed the back of the brush against her right cheek directly on top of the hand print.

Smack.

Just for Balance he did the same to the left cheek.

Then he reversed the brush so that the bristles were against the skin.

Using the bristles he smacked the brush over the foam letters, turning the soft pale skin an angry ted..and then he

Smacked the bristles against the foam letters.

The bristles causing the skin to go red,

And the a dark purple.

Slowly Any bruising from the brush started you welt up, highlighting the pink foam.

Again and again he smacked until the colour was even.

Then he put the brush down and peeled off the stickers.

In white lettering on the dark red of the background was the word.

" Impertinent".