Kevin stood up and walked slowly, purposefully around the table, and pulled my chair out before squatting, so we were at eye level.
“That is no way to speak to us, and I’m rather disappointed that you thought you could get away with it,” he stated in a deceptively quiet voice.
“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to… I was just… embarrassed and…” I stuttered out.
He glanced over at Alyssa, who was giving me the same look of disappointment and anger.
“We were just playing with you, and you disrespected us. I’m sorry, Bethany. But that is not allowed. You will always be respectful to your Master and your Mistress. I’m surprised that a trained sub like you didn’t know that,” Alyssa chimed in.
“I’m sorry, Mistress,” I pleaded with her to believe me. “I know that. Honestly, I do! I just couldn’t stop myself!”
Alyssa raised her eyebrow at me, a clear sign that she was calling bullshit on my apology. She, thankfully, did not verbalize it, and that might have been my saving grace.