Then she picked up her phone and typed something on it with a sad pout, looking so cute.
My phone beeped in my jeans pocket and I understood she messaged me.
Smart!
I slid my hand into my pocket to take out the phone and I opened the message.
Butterfly: I'm sorry, Master to spoil your clothes. I have realised my mistake. I'm short-tempered. I did this mistake in anger. Please forgive me.
I looked at her after reading the message and found her staring at me with pleading eyes and a cute puppy face.
My heart melted seeing her face but still, I won't forgive her. I'm her Master. She should respect me. She has to learn some manners.
Me: It's good that you have realised your mistake, Butterfly. Now accept your punishment like a good submissive.
I messaged her.
But why the hell I'm mess
