you can hear voices in the other room.
you know He told you to stay in the corner,
your punishment for pushing Him too far,
but that was before some friends showed up.
should you slip away to the bedroom?
do you dare risk disobeying when you are already in trouble?
what if someone walks into the kitchen?
would he want you to still be kneeling here like this?
you are so caught up in worry and thought,
you don’t hear the footsteps approaching from behind.
you nearly jump out of your skin,
when a hand grabs your neck,
while another cups your ass.
He whispers in your ear,
"That’s a good girl, now go get dressed."
and you melt,
as much from his praise,
as from the relief as you scurry to obey.