It’s a very rare occurrence for your husband to let you leave the house. And after a whole weeks worth of good behaviour he thought as a reward I could go out.

I come home at 10.10pm and my curfew was 10pm. I assume master will understand.

I take my coat off as I enter the dark house and I frown wondering where master is.

I see a lit cigarette but in the corner of the room and see master sat there.His deep voice rings out startling you.

“Your curfew was 10pm. It’s 10.11. Your late naughty girl.”