Waiting

Punishment

You have been challenging and a little, dare I say it, disrespectful to your Sir.

A certain tone in your voice has emerged and I detect something of an early eye-roll when I am speaking to you.

This needs a quick response so that any discourteous behavoiur is corrected very quickly.

You need to be reminded of your position and the way the connection that we have works: this will be done clearly, firmly and with purpose.

I tell you to undress down to your panties quickly and to stand in front of me.

I put my hand under your chin and tilt your head backwards so that our eyes are connected and that you are looking up at your Sir.

All of a sudden your cheek, challenge and misbehaviour evaporates and your mind swirls around the punishment to come.

Not so confident are you?

No eye-rolling and challenge now?

A sudden and growing air of uncertainty is spread across your face.

I bind your wrists together in front of you with my tie and turn you around: you feel my cock through your panties as I pull you into my closeness, anticipating what is to come, possibly.

Only possibly though, because this is about correcting your behaviour.

Time for your blindfold which comes as a surprise as you had expected something else.

I move in front of you and lead you carefully along the floor into the dining room, placing you on your back on the dining table. Your arms push up your boobs making your aching nipples that much easier to see and punish.

I run my crop along the outside of your stunning legs and then inside them using its pressure to part your legs, not striking you but making you aware of the potential it gives me.

Your panties are now very wet and your nipples are begging for my attention. I part your legs with my hands and use the crop to trace out the edges of them and gently tap your pussy with its end, diving down between your legs, making you moan and wriggle as it traces your lips and presses against the wetness that is now seeping through your panties.

Not so confident and challenging now, are you?

The balance has switched back to where it will ALWAYS be. With me.

I tap your nipples with the end of the crop and they respond immediately, becoming very hard and aching.

You tell me very clearly that you are sorry for your poor attitude, that you will not repat this again and that you will be 1000% focused on me.

I tell you that I expect that unconditionally and unreservedly and that this is your ONLY chance to correct the situation.

I remove your panties and tell you that the blindfold is not coming off until I think that you are ready, knowing that lack of vision is heightening your arousal and uncertainty as to what is going to happen next.

I tell you to remain very still, placing the crop with its leather loop resting on the topof your pussy.

I walk away and leave you to think about what is to come next.

After what seems an eternityI return and whisper in your ear that I am back, I am in control and that I expect you to be the best submissive you could ever be.

Nervously you agree and promise to be that and more.

I remove the crop, lift up your legs and fuck you slowly but I do not allow you to cum despite you repeatedly asking me for permission.

I cum inside you and then leave you there, blindfolded and bound, to reflect upon your poor behaviour and commitment to me.

The Bridge

It was a long way but the time spent in the car was worth it. The fields rolled away into the distance as the car almost drove itself along the flat, smooth surface of the carriageway, the drumming of the tyres making a soothing sound, very relaxing and calming.

It also meant I could run my finger tips along your legs, weaving them across your thighs and over the zip on your jeans, lingering on the zip clasp itself, causing you to wriggle a little in your seat. To add some spice to the trip I had told you that you could choose your bra and panties for the journey, a little unusual given that I normally selected them for you.

Your instructions were that they had to meet my standards and that I had to be pleased with your selection. Knowing that this unusual element of freedom carries with it a big risk is adding to your anticipation and general levels of excitement, especially as you saw me put my favourite paddle into my rucksack.

The car park at the edge of the woods is empty and I park the car, reversing it against the fence with the trees behind it, all very nice and secluded.

We get out of the car and exchange our trainers for the walking shoes in the boot: the weather is fine and warm, the sun’s rays warming our faces as we set off into the wood. The Path is clearly set out and once we are under the canopy of the trees the heat of the sun is replaced by a cool, crisp air.

The very welcome chill quickly causes your nipples to rise and become prominent, hard and appealing: partly from the change in the micro climate but also due to the fact that my hand is dancing on your bottom, tapping out a rhythm of control as we walk along.

You so totally understand how important your body is to me and how you always give of it freely and with dedication. This is especially true of your bottom.

We walk along the path which is flat as it follows the path of the river: the water is loud, fast-moving and deep, almost as hypnotic and the car’s tyres on the road. There are a few parts of the river where rapids have formed and we stop to admire them.

I pull you close and we kiss. There are no other sounds other than our breathing and the water. Your bottom instinctively responds to my touch and you move your hips into me.

That zip needs to be loosened.

We walk a little further to see a big wooden bridge over the river: wide enough for two people to pass but with very little width otherwise. We step out onto the wooden slats with you leading the way but with me guiding you by touching your bottom with my left hand and my right hand gently brushing your hair.

You are a little uncertain about my intentions but your submission is telling you that my hands and their work are leading to something, but you are uncertain about exactly what.

The noise and power of the water is increasing as we head over towards the middle of the bridge.

I tell you to stop and to stand with your back to me, looking down towards the water.

I rub my hands along your back and move my hands around to your front, gently cupping your boobs in my hands. Instantly they respond to my touch and your nipples become very hard, very quickly.

You let out a low sigh and you instinctively push your hips back into me, confirming your submission and dedication and reminding me of your commitment that I can have you at any point in time that I desire. I grab your hair into a pony tail and pull your head back, whispering in your ear that your fate lies in my hands alone.

I unzip your jeans and gently ease them over your hips: at this point your blood pressure starts to rise mirroring your concern that I may not approve of your underwear choice today, remembering that I had told you to make your own choices but that I wanted to be seriously impressed.

The soft white fabric of your lace panties do very much impress me and I tell you this, bringing a smile to your face. I pull your jeans down around your ankles and kiss the back of your neck.

The only sounds we can hear are the sounds of the water below and the birds in the trees: anyone approaching from the distance we would be able to hear but the wood is empty and calm, free from prying eyes.

I pull your jeans to your ankles and play with your gorgeous bottom, kneading your soft flesh and teasing you by running my hands around the edges of your panties, across your bottom, tracing them around your hips and then in between your legs, gently flicking my finger tips over your clit.

I can feel that you are very wet indeed and press your panties into your soft pussy. Highly delightful.

I unzip my jeans, push your panties to one side and enter you, slowly and with care, pulling your hair and telling you that you are to remain very still. You are pleased that, as yet, my paddle has stayed in my bag!

I start to fuck you slowly but with increasing force making you writher with every thrust which are then accompanied by my fingers gently rubbing and stroking your clit. You start to moan and I remind you that you are to be quiet or the paddle WILL make an appearance.

Your wriggling gets more intense and you ask if you are allowed to cum which I do not give permission for. I continue to fuck you but faster now and again you ask for release, promising to do anything when we are in bed later.

I allow you to cum and to be noisy and vocal as you do so: you follow this to the letter.

I then stop and tell you to get dressed as we will be walking further into the wood where, at a place and time of my choosing, we will continue our exciting fucking.

We walk across the remainder of the bridge and continue along the track following the path of the river. You wonder when I will decide upon a suitable place for more “us” time …………………..

For the avoidance of any doubt

I want to remind you of something.

You will be willing to do what I say, when I say it, without question or hesitation.

In the rare cases where explanation is required you will raise the matter immediately and I will then decide on the outcome.

You will be submissive to me, obedient, dedicated, a good girl who listens and pays attention.

I do NOT want to have to tell you to do something twice.

Your total focus is to please me and make me happy.

Sir.

A Night Away

The restraints control your movement, placed neatly on the corners of the four poster bed.

There is little or no point trying to struggle or wriggle out of them, I have fixed them so that there is a little give and take but you are fixed in that position for some time, you know it, I definitely know it and there is no escape.

Perhaps now might be the time for a little reflection and thought about the slightly challenging way that you have presented yourself lately. All a little bit late, really, but a good time to come up with some lines to calm me down and to try. Try at least, to lessen what is coming your way.

On the plus side the Egyptian cotton quilt cover is very soft and comfortable but on the negative side you know I am displeased with your behaviour.

This could be a long night.

The new black bra and panties I got for you from Victoria’s Secret look delightful against your creamy skin, accentuating your curves and form as you wriggle. All of you is there for the taking.

I ask you if you are sorry, remorseful, humble even, for being challenging, for being disrespectful, for being difficult and for not being sufficiently focused on your Sir.

Some apologetic sounds come from your mouth, those bright red lips are so appealing and in need of work to do. Your words do not inspire me or placate me either.

I walk behind you and go out of the room, closing the door behind me.

Time passes, was it a long time or just a short time that felt like ages before I returned? Ample time however to reflect upon your behaviour I am sure.

I come back into the room and unzip my bag, out of your line of sight. You are starting to get a little anxious now, and so you should.

I move towards you and gently trace your nipples through the very soft fabric of your bra: they are hard and in need of attention. You moan softly as my fingers tease and explore their firmness. I put my finger to your lips and instinctively you try to take it in your mouth, hoping that will placate me a little.

Err, no. Not likely.

Time for you to be very apologetic.
I trace my fingers around the edge of your panties, taking care not to go any further. Across your tummy, your hips, the inside of your thighs, feeling the warmth of you and sensing that you are already wet.

I go back to tracing your nipples through the soft lacy fabric of your bra. They are hard again, eager for attention, my attention and only my attention. You wriggle and struggle against the straps and you beg to be released from them.

Err, no.

I stand in front of you and you see what I have taken from my special bag: a new, fresh and eager to go Wand. I casually switch through the different settings, just for your information and to secure your attention.

I run the Wand over your tummy, edging it closely to the bottom of your bra and occasionally taking it higher to touch the bottom of your boobs which fill that lacy bra so well. That makes you gasp and ask for more.

I move the Wand over your boobs and focus upon your nipples and increase the speed and intensity of the toy, moving it between them. Sadly, for you, there is no escape from this.

I decide to stop and place my finger in your mouth, letting you kiss and suck it, no doubt in the hope that your restraints will be released.

Err, no.

I move the Wand down your tummy, over your tummy button and place it directly on your panties which makes you gasp. I position it over your clit and I see that the material of your panties is now very wet. You now plead for me to stop as I increase the speed and power of the Wand, making you very excited and close to making you cum.

I tell you VERY clearly that you are not allowed to cum, after all the behaviour that you have shown me is very poor and I want to punish you. This is just part of that!

After several minutes you are desperate and promise to do anything to please me if I give you my permission, writhing on the bed and begging for my signal.

I slip my fingers inside your panties and check to see that you are nice and wet, but tell you firmly that again you are not allowed to cum, it is not the time for this.

Satisfied that you are exactly where I want you to be I switch off the Wand and leave it on the bed: I untie you and tell you to put on the new dress I have brought for you to wear. You do this and put on your black heels.

I kiss you lightly, hold you by your hips and tell you that it is time for Dinner in the restaurant downstairs.

I remind you that you are Owned, that I expect respect and obedience with no exceptions.

I tell you that you need to think about how you will please me when we come back to our room after Dinner, reminding you that it will be a long night.

Monday evening after work

I tell you to get undressed, quickly.

I tie your wrists to your ankles so that you are beautifully exposed for my pleasure.

I lift you to the edge of your seat and consider what to do next.

I briefly consider what you might have in mind, but disregard them.

I go over to my bag, you hear the zip being undone, slowly, and wonder what awaits you.

Friday afternoon

The office is empty and for once things are a little calmer.

I wander past and lean over your right shoulder, whispering in your ear to remind you that you are Owned and that I expect you to be dedicated and obedient.

You nod.

I pull your hair back slightly to make sure that you understand.

I unzip your jeans with my right hand while I kiss your neck and gently put my hand onto the top of your panties.

I ask you if I have your attention and you nod.

I slip my hand inside your panties and find your clit, already ready for my touch.

You arch your back and let me explore further if I want to, but no, that is for bedtime.

I tease and stroke your clit slowly, very faintly, making you wet and very warm.

I whisper in your ear that you had best please me later ……………………

The Sales Report

The end of the financial year is approaching and the dreaded bean-counters are expecting information upon information upon information! As ever with this onslaught all staff have to work together to get the required content and to meet the deadline.

All very stressful but, on the positive side, it creates a kind of siege mentality and bring us all together.

We have not worked together before but we are certainly aware of each other – the office is open plan and everyone is visible and can be seen working away. A history of exchanged glances, the occasional nod and mouthing of Hi combined with respectful distancing between us when moving around the kitchen which is set back away from the main open office.

To be honest I had suspected that there was a fairly long-standing undercurrent between us as increasingly eye contact has been being held for much longer than necessary. Exciting to be honest, with increasing interest shown between us, nothing specific but something is there.

Kitchen conversations lingered, their scope stretching away from work topics into more personal matters, nothing specific that indicated what was to come, but a burgeoning contact network.

Coffee became an essential way of chatting and developing things.

I was always fascinated by your hair, which when down was a delight to behold, and when up an absolute delight with more than a hint of D/s overtones. This was accompanied by my fascination with your body: your full and exciting boobs, lovely waist and stunning hips that I had dreamt of holding. PLEASE don’t get me started on your bottom which screams across the office that it needs serious attention, massaging and firm spanking. When you get up from your desk and move across the office I cannot take my eyes off it.

And finally, your legs which are perfect and grab my attention while pushing up my blood pressure to previously unknown heights. I swear that you walk in a deliberately provocative way, swaying your hips just ever-so slightly, which grabs my attention every time but which could be dismissed by onlookers and fellow colleagues and just being in my mind.

Your smile draws me in, every time.

Do you know what you are doing?

Do you know what my tastes are?

Sooner or later we will be finding out.
The pressure around completing the Sales Report has certainly intensified in the last few days, certainly because the stiff collars upstairs want to see some much needed traction as they frequently say.

Only a person made of steel could fail to recognise a clear change in the atmosphere in the office: communication which was until very recently open and humorous (with a nice edge of banter!) amongst and between the various teams has been replaced with a more formal air and a more direct way of interacting as the pressure builds.

I have also noticed a change in your demeanour: I perceive that your dress sense has changed in a subtle and very alluring way. Your walk across the office floor has become more pronounced, with an even more subtle and measured hip swing. Not a dramatic change so that everyone would see but I have definitely picked this up. The way you move draws my attention increasingly to your hips, which now really need to have my hands on them. Your legs are even more shapely and formed, ankles, calves and the part of your thighs that I can see appear toned and smooth, showing them off brilliantly but just inside the limit where everyone would notice.

The eye contact across the room has also intensified: those quick glances that hold our mutual gaze just long enough to be outside the casual contact that colleagues might have been replaced by a longer, far more intense that signifies something more than just polite eye football.

The exchanges between us in the kitchen have also changed: polite chatter is still there but when I went to get the milk from the fridge you were, well, just too close and we bumped into each other. Amazingly the work colleagues in the room at the time did not see this as anything other than a simple accident and brushed it off their memories as such.

That was no accident.

That had been building up for some time, as well you knew it had been.

Did you know what you were doing? I think so.

Did you know that it was a risk but a risk worth taking? I think so.

Was it an important step along a journey that we both want? I know so.

Your perfume was intoxicating, the feel of your shoulders exciting and the closeness of your hips exhilarating.

We walked back to our respective desks and exchanged a long glance, much longer than before.

A connection had been made.

Tomorrow there is a big meeting about the progress on the Sales Report.
 Always good to get in bright and early on a day when you know something big is happening. I don’t like being surprised.

People drift into work, taking up their positions behind their desks and chatting about meaningless stuff, what the meeting is all about etc. All a bit mundane and boring really.

Then the whole atmosphere changes and things get exciting, certainly this gets my attention.

You walk up the stairs and into the room, cutting a path between colleagues who are mingling about, those hips and bottom swaying in almost a hypnotic way, but hypnotic only to me.

We exchange a quick glance, mouth a Good Morning across the space between us and then we break off and go about a quick tidy up ready for the day to start.

There is a buzz of almost excitement (well almost, this is work after all) as the Sales Director comes into the room and casually announces that all of the staff are to go to a nearby hotel where a large conference room has been booked for everyone to work in groups to finalise the content of the Report: obviously the current approach that we are using does not give her what she wants, so it’s time to start cracking the whip a little.

A thought enters my mind about a paddle, her bottom and cries of pleasure, nipple clamps and hair pulling but then quickly disappears again.

Free Lunch I’m thinking, excellent! All staff are to go to this event except for a skeleton staff remaining behind to answer customer calls and deal with any emergencies, and the skeleton staff to stay behind are ……………………..

I look across at you as our names are called out and I smile inwardly. Only two of us staying behind, everyone else will be leaving for the day and returning tomorrow morning.

There is then a mad rush of people gathering their belongings and papers and heading off down the stairs, a bit of a whirlwind of activity and flapping of coats. It is a free Lunch after all.

Suddenly silence descends and we look across at each other. I shrug my shoulders and you do the same, but then the whole mood in the room shifts as you casually put your pen in your mouth and move it in and out, very slowly.

Things will never be the same again, of that I am certain.

Naughty Girl, such a blatant thing to do, something that will get you into all sorts of trouble.

I pick up my cup and head into the Kitchen, beckoning you to follow me: you collect your cup, adjust your top and nonchalantly walk across the room, knowing that what is about to happen is definitely NOT just a coffee.

Our collective anticipation is off the Anticipation Scale, if that could be measured.

I fill the kettle and switch it on ……………………………..
 You stroll into the kitchen, slightly nervous and a little apprehensive, which adds to the excitement of the scenario.

Your coffee is ready and I hand it to you as you lean against the worktop. You hair looks so soft and inviting to the touch: our eyes lock together as we chat about mundane things, both of us knowing that something momentous is about to happen.

I move towards you and take the cup from your hands and put it down on the worktop, standing directly in front of you, telling you that you have been driving me to distraction lately and that you need to be put in your place.

I kiss you lightly on the lips and hold your hips, drawing you into me, closely and carefully.

You melt into me.

I run my fingers through your hair and feel its softness and then I hold it and pull your head back so that I can kiss your throat, telling you very clearly that you are mine and mine alone.

You nod.

I lift up your top and take it off, your hair cascades down around you face and I kiss you again, feeling the warm flesh of your tummy and shoulders. Your black bra is lacy, soft and cannot hide the stiffness of your nipples, which I trace with my fingertips.

I unzip your smart office trousers expecting to find a matching pair of panties which I am pleased to see do match and reflect your excellent taste in lingerie.

Your Sir is pleased, very pleased.

I take your trousers off and explore your wetness through your panties: they are very damp now and you moan softly as I tease you, slowly and carefully.

I put my hands on your throat and look deep into your eyes and tell you that whatever I want from now on, you will willingly and unquestioningly give to me.

You nod.

I turn you around, and bend you over the worktop, having already found the wooden spatula from the cutlery draw and placed it nearby. Time for your panties to come off which I keep, you will NOT be getting them back unless I decide you can.

I pull you out so that you are still leaning on the worktop but so that I can fully see your gorgeous legs and bottom. It is time that you understood your position and place.

I only like numbers that end in a 5 or a 0: time for 10 spanks with the spatula, starting out gently and mildly but with increasing hardness and effort. Strokes 1 and 2 and timid, tepid affairs but by the time 4 and 5 land your bottom is starting to know this is a serious process, feeling warm and getting deliciously pink. 7 and 8 really grab your attention and you wriggle as 9 and 10 cement your obedience, willingness and commitment to your Sir.

I undress quickly and enter you, your warmth and wetness making it very easy for me. I pull your hair and start slowly fucking you, leaning forward to tease and squeeze your nipples making you moan and writhe to meet my thrusts. I tease your clit as I increase the force of my thrusts, edging you close to your orgasm. I tell you that you will ask my permission to cum and that you will NOT do so unless I give it.

You ask for this but I withhold permission until you are almost bursting to do so: you will learn that control and submission is mine to manage and deliver. I let you cum which you do so noisily and passionately.

I tell you to get dressed and assure you that today will be a long day, that I am not finished with you and that your panties are mine to keep until I am ready to return them to you. You get dressed and make us both a fresh drink while I tell you that at a time that I decide today you will be ordered to give me a blow job and that you will be fucked again if I decide that your good, obedient and dedicated behaviour deserves it.

We kiss and I hold your throat, reminding you of your place and your submission.

The phone rings on your desk and I tell you to go and answer it.

Quickly. With purpose.

Office Meeting

Naked.

I like you naked. Your body is amazing.

You come into my Office and I tell you to shut the door.

I stand in front of you and kiss you lightly on the lips, brushing my hands through your hair and than putting my finger against your lips, making it clear that you are to remain quiet.

I remove your skirt, folding it neatly and putting it on my desk. I tell you to take off your top and to fold it and put it on top of your skirt.

You are beautiful.

I sit back in my chair and I tell you to take off your bra which you do. Slowly.

Your nipples are hard and are in need of my attention. It is a pity that they will have to wait a while.

I kiss the front of your panties and feel their softness against my fingers, teasing and exploring your softness and wetness through their fabric.

I tell you firmly NOT to move as I move my fingers inside your panties and gently explore you, your softness, your wetness and warmth.

Very nice indeed.

You shudder and writhe and I again remind you to be both quiet and still.

I take your panties off and gently open your legs to allow me to explore you further. You are trying to remain very still now, making sure that you do not annoy or irritate me. You know that you will need my permission to cum, and if I am irritated that will be a long time coming.

I start to kiss and lick your nipples which respond quickly, becoming hard and responsive to my touch.

No noise or sound, I remind you. Unless I say that you can.

My fingers are exploring your wetness and gently moving in and out of your warm pussy as you push against them.

Time for you to sit on my lap: I get undressed and tell you to straddle me, which you willingly do. I fit inside you perfectly, as you move up and down on my lap with me kissing and licking your nipples.

You are desperate to cum and ask me for my permission which I do not give: instead I tell you to get off my lap, turn around and lay face down on my desk so that I can enjoy my submissive from behind.

I fuck you from behind, putting my hands under you so that I can still play and tease your nipples. Firm strokes and constant attention to your nipples puts you on the edge again: you ask me again for permission to cum this time, I approve and you cum, whimpering your thanks as your body arches upwards to meet my thrusts.

After the waves of pleasure have subsided I tell you that tonight your TOTAL focus will be to satisfy me in any way that I decide,

I tell you to get dressed but without your panties which I will be keeping this afternoon.

We kiss, I put my finger in your mouth, look you in the eyes and tell you that you are mine.

I tell you to return to your desk and await my further instructions.

Bathtime Tonight

I run you a nice warm bath and put lots and lots of Badedas lotion into the warm water:The smell of the soap is very inviting and you watch as the bath fills up. I undress you slowly, enjoying the sensation of taking off the clothes that I had approved earlier and carefully exploring your body,kissing your nipples and stroking your tummy.

I tell you to put your hair up and I kiss you lightly on your lips before helping you into the warm relaxing water.

I leave you to soak and relax for a while as I get a nice chilled glass of wine for you to drink while the bubbles go to work on your gorgeous body.

I wash your back with a very soft sponge as you sit forward and then use the sponge on your breasts, (tummy and legs, making sure that all parts of them have had my attention.

I leave you to soak for a little while longer and top up the water to keep it warm. Another top up of your glass follows.

I decide when you are to get out of the bath and I help you out, carefully placing you on the bath mat and then use a very soft towel to dry you thoroughly and carefully. 

I then tell you to get into bed and lay on your tummy and wait for your Sir to join you.

I introduce you to my favourite crop, tapping him around the edge of your naked body.

You lay there, very still, tingling in anticipation.

I drape my crop slowly over your back and bottom gently swatting and teasing you once every few seconds. I then up the pressure by starting to swat your gorgeous bottom a little harder until it is nice and warm, tingling with heat and anticipation.

You moan and whimper with a heady mixture of pleasure and pain.

I get out from my bag a wand and tell you to spread your legs. I slip the wand between your legs and direct its strong vibration against your clit.

You beg me to let you cum but deep down you know this is a futile and pointless request.

Sir decides when this will be. Only Sir.

I then get on top of you and slide into you, as I whisper in your ear, reminding you that you belong to me. I thrust in and out, holding your wrists down as you are ordered to lift your ass taking me deep inside your wet pussy.

Faster and harder, you beg for permission to cum and finally I allow this, and you feel the orgasm rise from your pussy through your entire body.

You feel me cum inside you and feel the satisfaction that only a submissive can get from satisfying her Dom, using her body for his pleasure.

Lateness

You arrive at the hotel, flustered and hot, knowing that you are late.

Sir hates lateness as he says it shows a lack of respect and a far too casual attitude.

A poor attitude.

An attitude of disobedience and a lack of respect.

You make your way up to the room. Why does the lift seem to take an eternity? Your pulse races and your nerves jangle.

It is now a real sense of urgency to dress in the outfit that I have chosen for you.

Hopefully making up for lost time will calm the situation.

Unlikely.

You get changes and I drag a chair to the window so that I can see you clearly.

I place you over the chair and punish you for your lateness: ten firm spanks with my palm, making your bottom glow and become a delightful pink, marking my presence and importance.

Any shyness or reservation has instantly evaporated and your sole focus now is to please your Sir

I pull your hair backwards and remind you of your submission.

I tell you that you now need to make amends for your atrocious attitude and behaviour.

You begin by turning around and …………………..