“I’m sooooo bored without you!” Ivy whined.

“I know. I’ll be home tomorrow, though. I’m going to give you an assignment to keep you out of mischief. Ready?”

“YES!” Ivy loved assignments!

“Okay. You can only shop at antique stores, but you need to come home today with a minimum of five items that we can use for play. BUT, just to keep it interesting, only one item per activity. For example, one item for spanking, one for bondage, and so on. Think you can do that for me?”

“I absolutely can! Thank you, Sir!”

As soon as Ivy was off the phone, she drove to the antique district and began her quest. She found a beautiful hand painted wooden hairbrush right off the bat that would be a welcome addition to their growing arsenal of spanking implements.

Of course, this find meant that no other item could be used for spanking which eliminated rulers, paint stirrers, and carpet beaters. The store didn’t have much else to offer, so she paid for the brush and went to the next store.

This was a more rustic store filled with tools. Her eye caught sight of a rough hewn, very sturdy saw horse. She giggled when she saw the low price and immediately purchased the item. The nice man running the store even helped lift the heavy piece into the back of her SUV. She imagined herself draped, possibly bound over the horse while Sir applied the new hairbrush!

Bound. She’d need bindings! On to the the next store. Within minutes, she found a basket full of scarves similar to what her grandmother used to wear! True, there were about seven scarves in the basket, but they could all be used for various purposes, right? Besides, the colorful silk would look luscious next to her Olive skin. Sir could use them to bind her, blindfold her, or she could drape them across her body for lovely accessories.

With only two more items to go, Ivy decided she needed to move away from the bondage/spanking theme she’d been working on.

She spied a beautiful silver handled darning egg. For a moment she considered using it as an anal plug. The egg itself, though, was varnished. She wasn’t sure what kind of varnish covered the surface and, fearing something toxic, put the item back on the shelf. A small white dish with sharpish bumps caught her eye. She had no idea what it was, so she asked the salesperson.

“Oh! This is actually used to rub ginger on. It supposedly scraps the ginger into a fine pulp.”

Ivy smiled, knowing that this could be very useful! She bought it. The store also boasted a tool section. She picked up various clamps only to shudder and put them down. Then, she came across what looked like newer, brand new small C-clamps. She knew exactly where Sir would likely use these!

With her purchases intact, Ivy headed home. She struggled, but managed to set up the saw horse in the garage then arranged the other purchases on one of the scarves which she placed on Sir’s worktable. She also added a few of their other toys over to side of the newer purchases and placed a large piece of ginger on the little plate.

Luckily, their house was located well off the beaten path, so when Ivy saw Sir’s car on the gravel lane, she hurried to the garage. She wore a simple pullover dress and greeted him warmly, throwing her arms around his neck as soon as he exited his car. he kissed her deeply, pulled up the hem of her skirt, and squeezed a handful of her round bottom. He pulled away a bit and said, “I’ve missed you, too, Ivy. Show me what you bought yesterday.