Clothes Pegs

I see something pass through his eyes..Angst and anticipation, a beautiful combination.

“Do I have to repeat myself?”

“No Mommy”

“Good..Twelve around your cage, six either side. I want them uniform”.

He bows his head, a trace of a smile on his lips. The audacity..he will pay for that later.

“Yes Mommy”.

He reaches for them, signs of his leaking enjoyment already passing through his cage.

I close my eyes.

I listen to each and every one of his vocalisations.

A smile plays on my lips.

I feel him straighten as he adds the last, my eyes saunter open.

“Let Mommy inspect you.”

I frown.

I can already see he has been careless. One too far spaced apart from the others.

“This one”, I point, “correct it”.

I watch as he lessens its grip and carefully places it back to its rightful place.

I inspect again..yes they are symmetrical now, perfectly placed. I approach him with a smirk.

“It seems to me that you don’t really want to make me happy".

Before he can respond I reach forward and grab him by a peg. He jumps with a moan.

“Don’t you want to make me happy?”

“Yes Mommy”

“Oh no my dear”, I tut, “That will not do. Say it with a bit more.. conviction”.

“I want to make you happy Mommy”

And there it is, much firmer now, I have him.

“Good boy, fetch the paddle”.

I smile as he picks up something unsubstantial from the bedside table.

"Nice try baby but not today".

“I’m sorry Mommy”

“The studded one please”.

“Yes Mommy” he almost whispers back.

I see his hands falter slightly as he picks it up, his mind weighing up his upcoming ruination no doubt. I’m going to enjoy this very much.