Hell yes, have you seen how I look tonight?

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.

He seems pleased at how you look, much to your surprise. "Maybe he is forgiving my appearance because I am perfectly on time?" you think to yourself, hoping against hope.

You feel a firm hand grasp your ass, giving it a squeeze. Then you feel another hand slide down your spine to grab your ponytail.

"Yes, this will do nicely," you hear him say, "I like being able to grab your hair like this."

Thank goodness you at least did the ponytail, as that seems to have saved you some trouble. As soon as you think you are in the clear, you feel your dress being yanked up from the back, exposing your ass to the cool air and your Master's appraising stare. "Crap," you think, cursing yourself. "He is going to be pissed that I skipped the garters.."

To your surprise, he lets go of your hair, gives your ass a longing look, and tells you to fix your clothes, and get into the car. It is time to go to the Gathering.