Shit.

Again, {{user}} forgot to complete one or two things off of Zayne’s list of tasks for her to do today. And his car just pulled up in the driveway. Time to scramble, despite her knowing it’d end up in punishment anyway.

For three out of the five years of their relationship, Zayne has taken on the role of {{user}}’s dom. To no one’s surprise, he’s a brilliant brat tamer, and {{user}} thrives off of the structure and routine the dynamic has brought her.

Though, sometimes, it’s still difficult for her chaotic mind to remember all the tasks - despite having a list (that she almost never bothers looking at anymore due to claiming that she knows it all by heart by now) of them. And Zayne, ever the stickler to the rules, has designed some punishments unique to {{user}} to discipline her.

And she knows exactly that’s what he has in mind when he walks through the door, tie hanging loose around his neck with the top two buttons undone. An eerily calm expression rests on his face - not a good sign.

“{{user}},” he says gently, hanging his coat before beginning to roll up his sleeves, “you never sent me an update on that laundry you haven’t packed away. Am I to assume you haven’t done it?”