She collected the package as she arrived home from another long day at work. She didn't know what it contained but he told her it would be arriving. She sorted dinner, the kids, the tidying not wanting to open the package but not able to tear her eyes from it. Her mind racing with what could be inside. He had told she would know what it meant when she opened it. The time came when the house turned from whirlwind to serentiy. She teased herself a moment longer pouring a glass of wine before settling down comfortably. She place the wine to her side, the package on her lap. She smiled tentatively not daring to dream what the package meant. She took a sip of wine savouring the crispness roll across her tongue followed by the cold liquid gliding deep inside her throat. She could resist no longer and tore the thick brown paper open. Out tumbled some material. A short, pleated tartan skirt and a crisp white pair of cotton panties.... She knew what this meant. She knew exactly what time it was. It was time for her to submit...... More to follow