“Now,” he says, looking down at me, his voice deep and low, “I need to decide your punishment.” I never thought my first time would be with the man who raised me.
But then I accidentally break a wine glass and cut my foot while we're fixing dinner.
And, while carefully and lovingly bandaging my injury, he discovers I'm not wearing anything under my dress, and decides I need to be taught a lesson for my carelessness. And my naughty behavior.
I discover my punishment requires him taking off all my clothes, and bending me over.