The rush to get to The Manor will distract him from everything I forgot to do..Right?

You confidently step out of the cab, taking long strides to the front door of your Master's house. You know he is watching you from inside, so you make sure to keep your head up and sway your pert ass as you walk. You make sure the jacket you wore in the cab opens just enough for him to get a few glimpses of your outfit. Your only hope to avoid your punishment (or at least lessen it) is to show off how well you behave for him. You approach the door and knock quietly.

"Come in," he shouts "and explain yourself!"

You enter the house and immediately walk over to your Master. You kneel down and place your hands on the ground in front of you. Leaning forward, you make sure your ass is high in the air. Swaying just slightly, almost imperceptibly, you hope you can dissolve some of his frustration with you by turning him on a little. The whole time, you are hoping he is more focused on your behind instead of your lack of garters and stockings.

Of course, he never misses the details. He is clearly not pleased with what you have on display, though you do notice him shifting just slightly as he starts to grow hard looking at you before him.

"Your hair. Why isn't is styled properly?"

Flinching, you know you can't distract him enough to avoid punishment. You will just have to hope he accepts your reasoning.

"I was having difficulty styling it, so I just did a simple but elegant ponytail Sir."

Even to your own ears, the excuse sounded weak at best, and insolent at worst.

"I see. You decided against wearing the stockings and garters required. You have been quite careless this evening, though I suppose you are at least on time. I may let you off lightly...this time."

You feel a surge of hope before you feel a swift and stern hand connect with your rear. You yelp in surprise, and get another one for crying out. Again, you feel your Master's hand hit your ass, feeling it shake as the shock travels through it and makes your pussy quiver. Once more, you feel his hand, harder this time, marking you as his with a solid red hand print.

"That should teach you to take more care in your appearance. Now, straighten your dress, slut, and get in the car. We don't want to be late to the Gathering, do we?"

"No Sir, thank you Sir."

You thank your Master for being so kind to you, and you nurture the small ray of hope that he has decided you have been sufficiently punished.