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It had been a few weeks since my first real spanking and since then you had not brought it up again. With the exception of a few playful slaps of my bottom during sex, it was almost as though it hadn't happened and I was starting to wonder what it had all meant. Too shy or embarrassed to ask for more I eventually decided to act as though it had never happened. It was however rarely far from my mind.
One Friday morning, over our pre-work coffee, you made an unusual request of me. "Don't some of the girls from your work go out for Friday night drinks?" You asked.
"Yes, a few of them do. They used to just do a glass of wine or two at the old wine bar across from the office. But, ever since the wine bar closed they've been going down the street to that new jazz bar for happy hour and the glass of wine has turned into a bottle of wine." You of course knew this as I used to regularly join them but since the change I had been going less and less, preferring to join you for a relaxing Friday night dinner and wine at home.
"I would like for you to join them tonight. I have this project for work that I would like to get done this weekend and if you went out I could work on it for a few hours from home tonight." You ask.
"I guess so," I respond. It's an unusual request as you've never before asked me to stay out late but I know this is a big project for you. "Will you be working all weekend too?"
"It will depend how much I get done tonight. I would prefer to put in a late night tonight so that I can have the weekend free."
And with that our conversation turned to projects we should be doing around the house and yard. The morning continued uneventful as we both got ready for work. You dressed, as you do everyday, in a suit. I took care to choose an outfit that was both work and going out appropriate, a new blue dress that hugged my curves in the right places but still had a high enough neckline and long enough skirt to make it work friendly. You gave me a little kiss on the neck as you zipped it up for me. I finished the outfit with a pair of black pumps that had a heel slightly higher then I was used to and with a quick goodbye ran out the door to catch my bus to work.
Work was uneventful, except for the girls being surprised I was going to join them for drinks. At the end of the day we cut out early in order to make it to the start of the four o'clock happy hour. We split some appetizers amongst the girls but without a full meal the cheap drinks were hitting me a little stronger than normal. Of course, as had become standard on these evenings, one or two drinks turned into quite a few more.
After a few hours the girls were starting to go their own ways. A few had met up with other friends and were headed out to a club. The rest were calling it a night and although I thought it a bit early to call it a night I didn't want to go to the club so I split a cab home with one of the other girls who lived in our neighbourhood.
When I walked in the front door I could see you were still in your office working. Although you had taken off your suit jacket and loosened your tie, you were still at hard at it at nine o'clock at night as you would have been mid-afternoon. I come into your office to greet you with a kiss. You barely look away from your computer. You dismissively ask me "How was your night? You're home earlier than I expected."
"It was good. It's been so long since I've been out." I go to sit in the extra chair to tell you all about it but before I can really get started you interrupt me.
"I'm sure it was fascinating. Why don't you tell me about it tomorrow. I only have a few hours left here and then I will be done for the weekend. Why don't you go entertain yourself?" Without even looking at me while you speak, you continue your work as you dismiss me.
"Fine." I say, with a pout.
I go out to the kitchen to see if we have any wine in the fridge so I can have another glass. Sadly, it seems we are all out. I call out to you, "Did we finish that bottle of Pinot last night?"
You call back, a short "yes."
"Do we have any other wine?"
Again you call back, this time a short "no."
"Are you sure? I really want more wine." I call out.
"You don't need any more wine. Have some water." Again you are short with me.
"Fine." I say, under my breath, again giving in to a little pout. I pour myself a glass of water, knowing you are probably right and that I'll thank you in the morning.
I go out to the living room with my water and flop on the couch, not at all appropriate in my dress but I've had enough wine not to care. I flip on the tv as I sip at my water. I try to find something to watch but the picking are pretty slim. I pause on a few home reno shows and a few old reruns but nothing catches my attention.
I drunkenly call out to you from the living room. "There is nothing on tv."
You don't respond so I call out again. "There is nothing worth watching on tv." You still don't respond but I know you can hear me as you are only in the next room. Tired of being ignored and feeling in need of attention, or at least entertainment, I decide to go back to your office to see if I can't convince you to stop working early and come watch a movie with me.
As I come into your office I can tell you are irritated with me for not leaving you alone. You have stopped your work and you look up at me. I smile, happy to have your attention. You don't smile back. "There is nothing on tv." I repeat, adding "I'm bored."
"I thought you were going to let me work tonight so that I wouldn't need to finish this on the weekend." You say. "Can't you find something to do for another few hours?"
"I tried." I say. You of course know that with the drinks I've had that my ability to entertain myself is limited.
"Can't you watch a movie?"
"There are no movies on tv and all the other movies we have you wouldn't want me to watch without you."
"Did you look on the internet for a movie?"
Now up to this point I hadn't been thinking of anything naughty but you mentioning internet movies reminds me of you catching me watching the spanking video a few weeks ago. I decide to take that angle to see if that doesn't convince you to stop working. "I thought you didn't want me watching internet movies without you." I say coyly.
You don't at first catch what I'm referring to. "When did I say that?"
"That afternoon you caught me watching that movie."
"Oh, that internet movie. That's not was I was referring to..." You pause, lick your lips subconsciously as you think, "of course, you are right. I'm not sure you can be trusted to find yourself something suitable to watch online."
I smile, thinking I have won. "Yep, you are going to have to stop working and come out and do something with me."
"I'm going to have to do something with you is right. You are being very bad tonight. Causing me to stop working isn't the behaviour that should be rewarded. Is that what you are telling me? That you can't behave yourself if I keep working?" You look at me sternly but I see you are excited by this sudden change in tone.
"I guess so. I tried to be good," I say worried I might have taken this too far, "but I guess I am not behaving as you asked this morning."
"Well, I didn't know if we were going to have to repeat punishing you like last time but it seems like I don't have any other option." You say, as you close your laptop and move it to the side of the desk. "Come here please." I am still wearing my heels and enjoy walking towards you, showing you how good I look. I stop about an arms length away.
"Well as it seems discipline will be a regular thing I feel I must impose some rules. When you are being punished you will do exactly as I say and only speak when I specifically tell you to. Is that clear?"
I'm enjoying the attention and smile, saying "yes."
"Another thing is when you speak you will address me as Sir. Is that clear?"
"Yes Sir." Again I smile at you.
"I will always start by telling you why you are being punished and I will match your punishment to your behaviour. In turn, I expect you to be honest with me. Is that clear?"
"Yes Sir"
"Very well. As today you will be punished for interrupting my work, I will be administered a work related punishment. It will of course include a spanking. Last time was 30 spanks, I feel a slight increase from this will be sufficient tonight, let's say 40 spanks tonight. In addition to a spanking, as I will need to finish my work this weekend when I would prefer to be having fun, I am going to make sure I have fun now. This isn't about me pleasuring you but rather, about me pleasing myself. Do you understand?"
The liquor in me has made me too eager for some attention. "Yes Sir" I reply saucy and with a smile, knowing your pleasure will be my pleasure.
"I think you are enjoying this too much. I'm adding ten spanks just for that smile. I will make sure you know these ten spanks extra spanks are a punishment." As you say this you open your desk drawer and take out a ruler. "Do you think ten will be enough to make you understand you are being punished or should I add more?"
The smile is gone from my face. "No Sir." I say, this time less sure if this really will be as pleasurable as I had hoped.
"Very well. Let's get started. Come here so I can unzip that dress. I want to see you naked." I take the few steps that separate us and turn around. You don't even bother rising from your chair as you reach up to undo the zipper. You move slow and with intent as you pull it down, watching my back become visible. You give me a gently push once done, signalling it is time for me to continue undressing.
I take a few steps back, moving again back right beyond your reach. Still facing away from you, I slide my dress off each shoulder, sliding my arms out and then let it drop to the floor. I step out of it and bend down, folding at the waist to give you the best view of my ass, to pick up the dress. I neatly fold it and put it on your spare chair. With the chair for support I go to take off my shoes but you stop me. "Leave them on," you say, "everything else off."
I return to my spot by you, turning to face you. I decide to take off my panties next. I am wearing a matching black lace panty and bra set. I slide them down my legs, revealing my freshly shaved pussy. As I pull them off, I notice they are wet. I wonder if you notice. I throw them onto the spare chair with my dress.
The liquor has made me less uncomfortable about standing in front of you naked but the liquor hasn't removed all my hesitation. I can't help but want to cover myself with my hands but instead move my hands to unclasp my bra. I take off the straps, and embracing my liquid courage, quickly take off the bra and gently throw it to join the rest of my clothing on the chair.
I look down at my shoes. It is strange how much more naked I feel wearing them then I would in my bear feet. I have u*********sly covered myself with my hands and don't even realize it until I hear your voice.
"Stand up straight and put your hands behind your back. I want to look at you naughty girl."
I assume your described position but keep my eyes on my feet. I can feel your eyes on me and as they examine me by body reacts. The mussels in my legs tighten, my pussy twitches, my stomach sucks in a little, and my nipples harden as your eyes go up and down me. I hear you breathing heavier but you don't rush to give me further instruction.
The silence drives me mad. I finally look up and meet your eyes. You hold my gaze, giving me no indication of what you are thinking. You stand and step towards me. You continue to hold my gaze but your hand reaches out to touch my body. At first you are gentle as your hand drift over my stomach and breasts. Without warning you pinch one of my nipples hard. I wince but keep looking into your eyes. You seem to take this as a challenge and pull on the nipple until can't help but react by moving my head. It seems this reaction has pleased you and you bring up your other hand to my other nipple, repeating the pinch and pull. I can't help but give out at gasp of pain. You continue to watch my face as you pinch, twist and pull my nipples but now that you are getting a reaction you are a but less rough, your actions now combining pleasure and pain. When it seems you are pleased that my nipples have been sufficiently played with you give them a rewarding, gentle rubbing to relieve them. In almost a whisper you say to me, "I like how playing with your nipples makes you react. I think I'm going to have to look into getting them some clamps for future punishments. What do you think?"
I have always enjoyed have my nipples played with and find myself a little out of breath as I respond "If you think that would be best Sir."
Your hand moves from my nipple and slides down to my pussy. You don't stop to massage it or enjoy the wetness resulting from the nipple play. Instead you roughly and nearly forcefully drive two of your fingers into my pussy. I gasp, not used to being entered this abruptly. Using your fingers in my to pull me a bit closer, you roughly whisper "yes, I think that would be best. You have become very naughty. I think I need to remind you of the importance of listening to me." You move your fingers in and out of me a few times, as I spread my legs to make it easier for you to touch everything. But instead of moving towards my clit or continuing to finger fuck me, my eagerness is instead greeted by you slipping out your fingers and administering a firm slap to my now exposed pussy. I can't help myself and left out an unexpected "ouch!"
"As I said, you need to listen to me. This isn't about pleasing you but rather a punishment for you and pleasure for me. I expect you remember that. Now close your legs and stand up straight miss."
I follow your instructions, hoping you will not totally avoid my pleasure tonight. I give you an apologetic look but you are immune to sympathy. "It's well past time for puppy eyes miss." You say.
You wipe your hand, wet with my juices on my stomach and then start to take off your tie as you walk around to behind me. You take my hands in yours and use your tie to tie my wrists together behind me. This makes me nervous, having never been restrained before, but also immediately emphasizes to me my need to behave. Without talking you guide me from behind towards your desk and then with a gentle push force my to bend over your desk, exposing my ass and pussy. I know my spanking will soon begin and feel a bit nervous but much more excited.
With one hand, you start to rub my ass, almost as though warming it up. With the other hand you position my hands, tied together, into the small of my back. You speak to me again, I can tell by the roughness in your voice that you are getting very turned on. "What a nice ass. It will look even nicer once it is rosy and warm. You are such a naughty girl, demanding my attention. You might regret that soon my dear. I however am going to enjoy every moment. Spread these legs a bit so I can see your pussy."
I follow your instructions, hoping it means you will be touching it soon. Instead, you push down on my back, causing me to push my bottom into the air and squishing my breasts against your desk. I wish I could see your face so I could guess what you were thinking. Instead I hear you say, "Let's get started."
With the consistency of a metronome you begin to spank my bottom. Although each spank is firm, they are not as hard as I expected. The first four or five spanks are nearly easy to receive. I feel a little relieve, maybe forty spanks won't be hard to take. It doesn't however take me long to change my mind about that idea. Your consistency and spread start to cause the effect to increase, even though your spanks haven't changed.
By the time you reach ten I know my bottom must be starting to redden. The sting of the spank is getting worse. You don't slow down though or give any indication of taking a break. Spank. spank. Spank. Spank. I can't believe I ever thought this was going to be easy and start to regret my actions. Still you continue. Spank. Spank. Spank. I feel my eyes starting to tear. Spank. spank. Spank. I start to squint on the desk, trying to get away but your hand on my tied hands just pushes down on the small of my back, holding me in place. Spank. Spank. My ass is burning in between the sting of each hit. Spank. Spank. Spank. I finally break, letting out a loud "ouch!"
I'm shocked that this causes you to stop. I hear you take a few steps away and then walk around the desk to my head. You drop my black lace panties on the desk in front of me, obviously having picked them up from the chair where I left them. "Do you want me to gag you with those?" You ask.
I look at them, only inches from my face. "No Sir." I say, not pleased about the idea of my panties, still wet with my juices, in my mouth.
"Very well. One more noise from you and I won't be asking what you want. I still have fifteen regular spanks plus the ten with the ruler. I expect you to accept them without complaint. Am I clear?"
"Yes Sir" I respond, relived not to have the panties put in my mouth. You leave them by my face as a reminder and walk back to my bottom.
You land several spanks on my bottom but the short break has made them a little more easy to bear. You also seem to be taking a bit of pity on me as the spanks have lost their consistent speed. Now slower, but no less firm, they are occasionally accompanied by a rub or massage.
After about five of these spanks you let your hand wander not just over my ass but also down my wet pussy. Your fingers moving in between my wet folds, teasing me by your proximity to my clit. This time your spank lands on my pussy. I jump, not expecting it, but careful not to make any noise. Again you slap directly on my pussy but this time I jump less. By the third spank on it I find myself pushing my pussy towards your hand as it lands, hoping your fingers will linger. Instead you push my legs further apart so that I am more spread open. I can only imagine how wet and pink the view is for you. You spank my pussy again, this time landing on my more exposed clit. I react quickly with a jump but you've anticipated my reaction and hold me down with a firm hand on my back. Under your restraint I can't jump as you again slap me directly on my clit. I am however unable to control the gasp that escapes me.
When you take your hand off my back I worry you are coming around to put my panties in my mouth as punishment for gasping. Instead you move your hand to my pussy, pushing what feels like two fingers into me. Your fingers are long and wide and I can feel my pussy clenching them. You reach to my clit with your thumb and begin flicking it. When you spank me hard with your free hand I can't help but let out a moan of both pleasure and pain. You no longer seem to mind my noise as you work your fingers in me, slapping again with your fingers remaining in me. Again I moan. Your thumb continues to flick my clit as another spank lands firmly on my bottom. And again you spank me. My pussy is clenching your fingers with each spank. You pull your fingers out, just as I was wanting more and spank me hard on my now dripping pussy. I have given up being quiet, now breathing so heavily that each breath is a combination of a moan and sob.
I barely realize you have stopped spanking me until I notice you are standing by my head. You have picked up the ruler and start to tap it in your hands. I look up at you, my face still against the desk.
"You know what is next don't you miss?" You ask, an evil smile on your face.
"Yes Sir." I reply, much less bravely then when the evening had started.
"I don't like to use a ruler on you. I much prefer the feeling of you under my hand but I believe you need to be taught a lesson tonight and I don't believe my hand is sufficient for teaching this lesson. I want to make sure you remember that this is a punishment. In the future, I hope you don't push me to using a ruler again."
"I'm sorry Sir. I will try not to."
"Very well. I said it will be ten spanks with the ruler. I want you to count these out for me. Once we are done you may kneel in front of me to apologize for tonight's bahaviour. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes Sir," I respond. You however haven't waited for my response and are already walking back to the other end of the desk. Before you start, you take a moment to reposition me, moving my hands back to the small of my back, spreading my legs, and positioning my body so my bottom is pointed towards you.
The first spank is sharper than all the previous ones, striking right across both of my checks. "One." I let out with a flinch.
The second one lasts just below the first one and stings even more. "Two." I say, trying not to sound weak.
The third and fourth again land right across my ass, each time just a little above or below the other times. I grit my teeth as I continue to count "Three. Four."
The fifth one however land right across a previous hit. Cry out, but try not to move. "Five" I say, my voice slightly cracking.
With six, you again land right on a previous hit. I know this one will leave a red mark. My eyes tear as I count out "six."
You angle the ruler to hit just my inner left thigh for "seven" and the inner right thigh for "eight."
And the, angling the ruler vertically you land the ninth slap full on my pussy. "Nine." I let out with a cry.
You stop for a moment and widen my legs with your hands. I wish you would stop and kiss me better but I now know what you meant by punishment. There will be no kisses of pleasure tonight.
Your tenth and final spank land again on my pussy. The sound of the hard slap against my wetness hangs in the room until I say "ten."
I don't move for a few moments, just recovering on your desk. You put down the ruler beside me and go and sit in your chair, not saying a word. Realizing that not moving soon to follow your next instruction might lead to further punishment. I peel myself off your desk. I am stiff from the awkward position and my ass stings but it feels good to move and stand up.
I take only a moment to enjoy my freedom before coming over to where you sit in your office chair. I kneel before you and hang my head, almost as though I kneeled beside my bed as a c***d to say my prayers, only my hands tied behind my back instead of clasped in prayer. "I'm sorry for not behaving tonight and not letting you work, even though you had asked me to." I say. I had definitely come to regret my actions. Last time you spanked me it had been a lot more about pleasure than this time. Although there was no doubt that the spankings had turned me on, the sting from the ruler was unpleasant and not something I looked forward to repeating. "Next time you ask something of me I will try much harder to do as you ask."
You lift my downward facing head with a gentle finger under my chin until I am looking at you.
You are almost gentle when you speak to me. "I am sorry that I had to be so stern with you tonight. I have known since your last spanking that you would need discipline in our relationship but I had hoped I wouldn't ever need to be this strict with you. It seems however that I might need to be firmer with you on a regular basis to avoid a repeat of tonight."
I look up into your face. I'm not sure what being firmer will involve but it it means more pleasure spankings and less ruler spankings then I think I will enjoy it. "Thank you for being forgiving of my behaviour." I say. "I hope, that with your regular disciple, that I can become your good girl."
"I hope so too. But do not think you are forgiven yet. I told you earlier that I would need to get pleasure from you tonight to make up for the loss of free time I will have this weekend."
"I thought that's what the spanking was?" I ask.
"No, that was part of your punishment. I won't deny I enjoyed it, but I will need more from you than that."
"What can I do for you Sir? Would you like to fuck me?" I ask.
"No. That would bring you pleasure and you have not earned any pleasure tonight. No, tonight I want you to please me with your mouth until I cum. I want you to swallow all my seed. I want you to prove to me that you are sorry and happy to make me happy."
I am disappointed you don't want to fuck me. But you are right, it is what I want. I'm nearly aching for it, despite how sore I am from being spanked. This really is the worse part of my punishment. Realizing this, I smile at you to let you know that I am ready to please you.
You open your pants and your hard cock springs free. I am pleased to know the spanking has been that enjoyable to you. I lean forward into your lap but rather then letting me wrap my mouth around you. You hold your cock and move it around my face, circling my mouth. With my hands still tied behind me I am off balance and unable to take any control of the situation. I lean in with my mouth open waiting for you to put yourself in it. I can feel the stickiness of your precum on my cheeks.
I look up to you eagerly and eventually to decide to stop toying with me, moving the tip of your cock into my mouth with one hand and lowering my head onto it with the other hand.
I hungrily take you all into my mouth, closing my lips around you as I begin to bob my head up and down, sliding you in and out. I use my tongue as an extra tease, rubbing it against your cock in my mouth. As you see how eager I am to please you, you take your hand off my jars and let me move as I think will please you. Without my hands for balance I find myself going deeper than I normally would as gravity is pulling my leaning torso towards your crotch. Without my hands to help push me back up I stay in this deeper position longer as well. You seem to enjoy this deep sucking where as I, although happy to please, am struggling to regain my balance as it seems with each downward motion I come a little closer to gagging. As I start to get used to balancing without my hands I am able to draw myself up more and focus more on the top of your cock. I turn my head side to side so to rotate it I'm my mouth and flick my tongue along the rim of its head. Once I accidentally pull away to far and it pops out of my mouth. You watch as I bob around, trying to return it to my mouth but, not wanting to get to off balance, miss and have it slide up my face. It doesn't take many misses however before I'm back to sucking on it, now with more rhythm, as it moves in a out of my mouth.
As you start to get closer to cumming you become less patient with my handless fumblings. Your fingers work their way into my hair and although at first you are just gently guiding my speed and angle, you start to take more and more control, until you are pulling my hair as you fuck my mouth. I hear you starting to moan but even if I wanted to stop or slow down I can't as you are in total control, moving my head up and down. I just focus on trying to keep my lips and tongue as engaged in the process as possible but it is difficult with your building speed. As your moans get louder you move deeper into my throat.
With a few final, very deep thrusts, you begin to cum in my mouth. I can taste your salty seed, as you force your cock deep into my mouth, holding me deep on you as you cum. I try to swallow but my mouth is so full of your cock that my swallow is only partially successful and the remaining cum drips from my mouth.
As you eventually pull out of my mouth you gather the drips down my chin with your finger and move them back into my mouth. Letting me lick your finger clean.
I want to ask you if that was pleasure enough for you and if I am finally forgiven but a you haven't given me permission to speak, I just look at you, hoping to see a pleased look on your face. You reach out to my face and give me a little pat on the cheek. "What am I going to do with you?" You ask, your voice tired but gentle. You stand and guide me to my feet. Turning me around, you undo the tie that has been holding my wrists together. "You can be so good and yet so bad. I will have to think on a plan for dealing with you. For now though, go and shower and then go to bed. You will be sore in the morning." With that you give me a tap on the bottom and indicate it is time for me to leave you alone. This time I don't argue. This night did not go as I had planned but I was hopefully it would not be long until a night was more to my pleasure.
One Friday morning, over our pre-work coffee, you made an unusual request of me. "Don't some of the girls from your work go out for Friday night drinks?" You asked.
"Yes, a few of them do. They used to just do a glass of wine or two at the old wine bar across from the office. But, ever since the wine bar closed they've been going down the street to that new jazz bar for happy hour and the glass of wine has turned into a bottle of wine." You of course knew this as I used to regularly join them but since the change I had been going less and less, preferring to join you for a relaxing Friday night dinner and wine at home.
"I would like for you to join them tonight. I have this project for work that I would like to get done this weekend and if you went out I could work on it for a few hours from home tonight." You ask.
"I guess so," I respond. It's an unusual request as you've never before asked me to stay out late but I know this is a big project for you. "Will you be working all weekend too?"
"It will depend how much I get done tonight. I would prefer to put in a late night tonight so that I can have the weekend free."
And with that our conversation turned to projects we should be doing around the house and yard. The morning continued uneventful as we both got ready for work. You dressed, as you do everyday, in a suit. I took care to choose an outfit that was both work and going out appropriate, a new blue dress that hugged my curves in the right places but still had a high enough neckline and long enough skirt to make it work friendly. You gave me a little kiss on the neck as you zipped it up for me. I finished the outfit with a pair of black pumps that had a heel slightly higher then I was used to and with a quick goodbye ran out the door to catch my bus to work.
Work was uneventful, except for the girls being surprised I was going to join them for drinks. At the end of the day we cut out early in order to make it to the start of the four o'clock happy hour. We split some appetizers amongst the girls but without a full meal the cheap drinks were hitting me a little stronger than normal. Of course, as had become standard on these evenings, one or two drinks turned into quite a few more.
After a few hours the girls were starting to go their own ways. A few had met up with other friends and were headed out to a club. The rest were calling it a night and although I thought it a bit early to call it a night I didn't want to go to the club so I split a cab home with one of the other girls who lived in our neighbourhood.
When I walked in the front door I could see you were still in your office working. Although you had taken off your suit jacket and loosened your tie, you were still at hard at it at nine o'clock at night as you would have been mid-afternoon. I come into your office to greet you with a kiss. You barely look away from your computer. You dismissively ask me "How was your night? You're home earlier than I expected."
"It was good. It's been so long since I've been out." I go to sit in the extra chair to tell you all about it but before I can really get started you interrupt me.
"I'm sure it was fascinating. Why don't you tell me about it tomorrow. I only have a few hours left here and then I will be done for the weekend. Why don't you go entertain yourself?" Without even looking at me while you speak, you continue your work as you dismiss me.
"Fine." I say, with a pout.
I go out to the kitchen to see if we have any wine in the fridge so I can have another glass. Sadly, it seems we are all out. I call out to you, "Did we finish that bottle of Pinot last night?"
You call back, a short "yes."
"Do we have any other wine?"
Again you call back, this time a short "no."
"Are you sure? I really want more wine." I call out.
"You don't need any more wine. Have some water." Again you are short with me.
"Fine." I say, under my breath, again giving in to a little pout. I pour myself a glass of water, knowing you are probably right and that I'll thank you in the morning.
I go out to the living room with my water and flop on the couch, not at all appropriate in my dress but I've had enough wine not to care. I flip on the tv as I sip at my water. I try to find something to watch but the picking are pretty slim. I pause on a few home reno shows and a few old reruns but nothing catches my attention.
I drunkenly call out to you from the living room. "There is nothing on tv."
You don't respond so I call out again. "There is nothing worth watching on tv." You still don't respond but I know you can hear me as you are only in the next room. Tired of being ignored and feeling in need of attention, or at least entertainment, I decide to go back to your office to see if I can't convince you to stop working early and come watch a movie with me.
As I come into your office I can tell you are irritated with me for not leaving you alone. You have stopped your work and you look up at me. I smile, happy to have your attention. You don't smile back. "There is nothing on tv." I repeat, adding "I'm bored."
"I thought you were going to let me work tonight so that I wouldn't need to finish this on the weekend." You say. "Can't you find something to do for another few hours?"
"I tried." I say. You of course know that with the drinks I've had that my ability to entertain myself is limited.
"Can't you watch a movie?"
"There are no movies on tv and all the other movies we have you wouldn't want me to watch without you."
"Did you look on the internet for a movie?"
Now up to this point I hadn't been thinking of anything naughty but you mentioning internet movies reminds me of you catching me watching the spanking video a few weeks ago. I decide to take that angle to see if that doesn't convince you to stop working. "I thought you didn't want me watching internet movies without you." I say coyly.
You don't at first catch what I'm referring to. "When did I say that?"
"That afternoon you caught me watching that movie."
"Oh, that internet movie. That's not was I was referring to..." You pause, lick your lips subconsciously as you think, "of course, you are right. I'm not sure you can be trusted to find yourself something suitable to watch online."
I smile, thinking I have won. "Yep, you are going to have to stop working and come out and do something with me."
"I'm going to have to do something with you is right. You are being very bad tonight. Causing me to stop working isn't the behaviour that should be rewarded. Is that what you are telling me? That you can't behave yourself if I keep working?" You look at me sternly but I see you are excited by this sudden change in tone.
"I guess so. I tried to be good," I say worried I might have taken this too far, "but I guess I am not behaving as you asked this morning."
"Well, I didn't know if we were going to have to repeat punishing you like last time but it seems like I don't have any other option." You say, as you close your laptop and move it to the side of the desk. "Come here please." I am still wearing my heels and enjoy walking towards you, showing you how good I look. I stop about an arms length away.
"Well as it seems discipline will be a regular thing I feel I must impose some rules. When you are being punished you will do exactly as I say and only speak when I specifically tell you to. Is that clear?"
I'm enjoying the attention and smile, saying "yes."
"Another thing is when you speak you will address me as Sir. Is that clear?"
"Yes Sir." Again I smile at you.
"I will always start by telling you why you are being punished and I will match your punishment to your behaviour. In turn, I expect you to be honest with me. Is that clear?"
"Yes Sir"
"Very well. As today you will be punished for interrupting my work, I will be administered a work related punishment. It will of course include a spanking. Last time was 30 spanks, I feel a slight increase from this will be sufficient tonight, let's say 40 spanks tonight. In addition to a spanking, as I will need to finish my work this weekend when I would prefer to be having fun, I am going to make sure I have fun now. This isn't about me pleasuring you but rather, about me pleasing myself. Do you understand?"
The liquor in me has made me too eager for some attention. "Yes Sir" I reply saucy and with a smile, knowing your pleasure will be my pleasure.
"I think you are enjoying this too much. I'm adding ten spanks just for that smile. I will make sure you know these ten spanks extra spanks are a punishment." As you say this you open your desk drawer and take out a ruler. "Do you think ten will be enough to make you understand you are being punished or should I add more?"
The smile is gone from my face. "No Sir." I say, this time less sure if this really will be as pleasurable as I had hoped.
"Very well. Let's get started. Come here so I can unzip that dress. I want to see you naked." I take the few steps that separate us and turn around. You don't even bother rising from your chair as you reach up to undo the zipper. You move slow and with intent as you pull it down, watching my back become visible. You give me a gently push once done, signalling it is time for me to continue undressing.
I take a few steps back, moving again back right beyond your reach. Still facing away from you, I slide my dress off each shoulder, sliding my arms out and then let it drop to the floor. I step out of it and bend down, folding at the waist to give you the best view of my ass, to pick up the dress. I neatly fold it and put it on your spare chair. With the chair for support I go to take off my shoes but you stop me. "Leave them on," you say, "everything else off."
I return to my spot by you, turning to face you. I decide to take off my panties next. I am wearing a matching black lace panty and bra set. I slide them down my legs, revealing my freshly shaved pussy. As I pull them off, I notice they are wet. I wonder if you notice. I throw them onto the spare chair with my dress.
The liquor has made me less uncomfortable about standing in front of you naked but the liquor hasn't removed all my hesitation. I can't help but want to cover myself with my hands but instead move my hands to unclasp my bra. I take off the straps, and embracing my liquid courage, quickly take off the bra and gently throw it to join the rest of my clothing on the chair.
I look down at my shoes. It is strange how much more naked I feel wearing them then I would in my bear feet. I have u*********sly covered myself with my hands and don't even realize it until I hear your voice.
"Stand up straight and put your hands behind your back. I want to look at you naughty girl."
I assume your described position but keep my eyes on my feet. I can feel your eyes on me and as they examine me by body reacts. The mussels in my legs tighten, my pussy twitches, my stomach sucks in a little, and my nipples harden as your eyes go up and down me. I hear you breathing heavier but you don't rush to give me further instruction.
The silence drives me mad. I finally look up and meet your eyes. You hold my gaze, giving me no indication of what you are thinking. You stand and step towards me. You continue to hold my gaze but your hand reaches out to touch my body. At first you are gentle as your hand drift over my stomach and breasts. Without warning you pinch one of my nipples hard. I wince but keep looking into your eyes. You seem to take this as a challenge and pull on the nipple until can't help but react by moving my head. It seems this reaction has pleased you and you bring up your other hand to my other nipple, repeating the pinch and pull. I can't help but give out at gasp of pain. You continue to watch my face as you pinch, twist and pull my nipples but now that you are getting a reaction you are a but less rough, your actions now combining pleasure and pain. When it seems you are pleased that my nipples have been sufficiently played with you give them a rewarding, gentle rubbing to relieve them. In almost a whisper you say to me, "I like how playing with your nipples makes you react. I think I'm going to have to look into getting them some clamps for future punishments. What do you think?"
I have always enjoyed have my nipples played with and find myself a little out of breath as I respond "If you think that would be best Sir."
Your hand moves from my nipple and slides down to my pussy. You don't stop to massage it or enjoy the wetness resulting from the nipple play. Instead you roughly and nearly forcefully drive two of your fingers into my pussy. I gasp, not used to being entered this abruptly. Using your fingers in my to pull me a bit closer, you roughly whisper "yes, I think that would be best. You have become very naughty. I think I need to remind you of the importance of listening to me." You move your fingers in and out of me a few times, as I spread my legs to make it easier for you to touch everything. But instead of moving towards my clit or continuing to finger fuck me, my eagerness is instead greeted by you slipping out your fingers and administering a firm slap to my now exposed pussy. I can't help myself and left out an unexpected "ouch!"
"As I said, you need to listen to me. This isn't about pleasing you but rather a punishment for you and pleasure for me. I expect you remember that. Now close your legs and stand up straight miss."
I follow your instructions, hoping you will not totally avoid my pleasure tonight. I give you an apologetic look but you are immune to sympathy. "It's well past time for puppy eyes miss." You say.
You wipe your hand, wet with my juices on my stomach and then start to take off your tie as you walk around to behind me. You take my hands in yours and use your tie to tie my wrists together behind me. This makes me nervous, having never been restrained before, but also immediately emphasizes to me my need to behave. Without talking you guide me from behind towards your desk and then with a gentle push force my to bend over your desk, exposing my ass and pussy. I know my spanking will soon begin and feel a bit nervous but much more excited.
With one hand, you start to rub my ass, almost as though warming it up. With the other hand you position my hands, tied together, into the small of my back. You speak to me again, I can tell by the roughness in your voice that you are getting very turned on. "What a nice ass. It will look even nicer once it is rosy and warm. You are such a naughty girl, demanding my attention. You might regret that soon my dear. I however am going to enjoy every moment. Spread these legs a bit so I can see your pussy."
I follow your instructions, hoping it means you will be touching it soon. Instead, you push down on my back, causing me to push my bottom into the air and squishing my breasts against your desk. I wish I could see your face so I could guess what you were thinking. Instead I hear you say, "Let's get started."
With the consistency of a metronome you begin to spank my bottom. Although each spank is firm, they are not as hard as I expected. The first four or five spanks are nearly easy to receive. I feel a little relieve, maybe forty spanks won't be hard to take. It doesn't however take me long to change my mind about that idea. Your consistency and spread start to cause the effect to increase, even though your spanks haven't changed.
By the time you reach ten I know my bottom must be starting to redden. The sting of the spank is getting worse. You don't slow down though or give any indication of taking a break. Spank. spank. Spank. Spank. I can't believe I ever thought this was going to be easy and start to regret my actions. Still you continue. Spank. Spank. Spank. I feel my eyes starting to tear. Spank. spank. Spank. I start to squint on the desk, trying to get away but your hand on my tied hands just pushes down on the small of my back, holding me in place. Spank. Spank. My ass is burning in between the sting of each hit. Spank. Spank. Spank. I finally break, letting out a loud "ouch!"
I'm shocked that this causes you to stop. I hear you take a few steps away and then walk around the desk to my head. You drop my black lace panties on the desk in front of me, obviously having picked them up from the chair where I left them. "Do you want me to gag you with those?" You ask.
I look at them, only inches from my face. "No Sir." I say, not pleased about the idea of my panties, still wet with my juices, in my mouth.
"Very well. One more noise from you and I won't be asking what you want. I still have fifteen regular spanks plus the ten with the ruler. I expect you to accept them without complaint. Am I clear?"
"Yes Sir" I respond, relived not to have the panties put in my mouth. You leave them by my face as a reminder and walk back to my bottom.
You land several spanks on my bottom but the short break has made them a little more easy to bear. You also seem to be taking a bit of pity on me as the spanks have lost their consistent speed. Now slower, but no less firm, they are occasionally accompanied by a rub or massage.
After about five of these spanks you let your hand wander not just over my ass but also down my wet pussy. Your fingers moving in between my wet folds, teasing me by your proximity to my clit. This time your spank lands on my pussy. I jump, not expecting it, but careful not to make any noise. Again you slap directly on my pussy but this time I jump less. By the third spank on it I find myself pushing my pussy towards your hand as it lands, hoping your fingers will linger. Instead you push my legs further apart so that I am more spread open. I can only imagine how wet and pink the view is for you. You spank my pussy again, this time landing on my more exposed clit. I react quickly with a jump but you've anticipated my reaction and hold me down with a firm hand on my back. Under your restraint I can't jump as you again slap me directly on my clit. I am however unable to control the gasp that escapes me.
When you take your hand off my back I worry you are coming around to put my panties in my mouth as punishment for gasping. Instead you move your hand to my pussy, pushing what feels like two fingers into me. Your fingers are long and wide and I can feel my pussy clenching them. You reach to my clit with your thumb and begin flicking it. When you spank me hard with your free hand I can't help but let out a moan of both pleasure and pain. You no longer seem to mind my noise as you work your fingers in me, slapping again with your fingers remaining in me. Again I moan. Your thumb continues to flick my clit as another spank lands firmly on my bottom. And again you spank me. My pussy is clenching your fingers with each spank. You pull your fingers out, just as I was wanting more and spank me hard on my now dripping pussy. I have given up being quiet, now breathing so heavily that each breath is a combination of a moan and sob.
I barely realize you have stopped spanking me until I notice you are standing by my head. You have picked up the ruler and start to tap it in your hands. I look up at you, my face still against the desk.
"You know what is next don't you miss?" You ask, an evil smile on your face.
"Yes Sir." I reply, much less bravely then when the evening had started.
"I don't like to use a ruler on you. I much prefer the feeling of you under my hand but I believe you need to be taught a lesson tonight and I don't believe my hand is sufficient for teaching this lesson. I want to make sure you remember that this is a punishment. In the future, I hope you don't push me to using a ruler again."
"I'm sorry Sir. I will try not to."
"Very well. I said it will be ten spanks with the ruler. I want you to count these out for me. Once we are done you may kneel in front of me to apologize for tonight's bahaviour. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes Sir," I respond. You however haven't waited for my response and are already walking back to the other end of the desk. Before you start, you take a moment to reposition me, moving my hands back to the small of my back, spreading my legs, and positioning my body so my bottom is pointed towards you.
The first spank is sharper than all the previous ones, striking right across both of my checks. "One." I let out with a flinch.
The second one lasts just below the first one and stings even more. "Two." I say, trying not to sound weak.
The third and fourth again land right across my ass, each time just a little above or below the other times. I grit my teeth as I continue to count "Three. Four."
The fifth one however land right across a previous hit. Cry out, but try not to move. "Five" I say, my voice slightly cracking.
With six, you again land right on a previous hit. I know this one will leave a red mark. My eyes tear as I count out "six."
You angle the ruler to hit just my inner left thigh for "seven" and the inner right thigh for "eight."
And the, angling the ruler vertically you land the ninth slap full on my pussy. "Nine." I let out with a cry.
You stop for a moment and widen my legs with your hands. I wish you would stop and kiss me better but I now know what you meant by punishment. There will be no kisses of pleasure tonight.
Your tenth and final spank land again on my pussy. The sound of the hard slap against my wetness hangs in the room until I say "ten."
I don't move for a few moments, just recovering on your desk. You put down the ruler beside me and go and sit in your chair, not saying a word. Realizing that not moving soon to follow your next instruction might lead to further punishment. I peel myself off your desk. I am stiff from the awkward position and my ass stings but it feels good to move and stand up.
I take only a moment to enjoy my freedom before coming over to where you sit in your office chair. I kneel before you and hang my head, almost as though I kneeled beside my bed as a c***d to say my prayers, only my hands tied behind my back instead of clasped in prayer. "I'm sorry for not behaving tonight and not letting you work, even though you had asked me to." I say. I had definitely come to regret my actions. Last time you spanked me it had been a lot more about pleasure than this time. Although there was no doubt that the spankings had turned me on, the sting from the ruler was unpleasant and not something I looked forward to repeating. "Next time you ask something of me I will try much harder to do as you ask."
You lift my downward facing head with a gentle finger under my chin until I am looking at you.
You are almost gentle when you speak to me. "I am sorry that I had to be so stern with you tonight. I have known since your last spanking that you would need discipline in our relationship but I had hoped I wouldn't ever need to be this strict with you. It seems however that I might need to be firmer with you on a regular basis to avoid a repeat of tonight."
I look up into your face. I'm not sure what being firmer will involve but it it means more pleasure spankings and less ruler spankings then I think I will enjoy it. "Thank you for being forgiving of my behaviour." I say. "I hope, that with your regular disciple, that I can become your good girl."
"I hope so too. But do not think you are forgiven yet. I told you earlier that I would need to get pleasure from you tonight to make up for the loss of free time I will have this weekend."
"I thought that's what the spanking was?" I ask.
"No, that was part of your punishment. I won't deny I enjoyed it, but I will need more from you than that."
"What can I do for you Sir? Would you like to fuck me?" I ask.
"No. That would bring you pleasure and you have not earned any pleasure tonight. No, tonight I want you to please me with your mouth until I cum. I want you to swallow all my seed. I want you to prove to me that you are sorry and happy to make me happy."
I am disappointed you don't want to fuck me. But you are right, it is what I want. I'm nearly aching for it, despite how sore I am from being spanked. This really is the worse part of my punishment. Realizing this, I smile at you to let you know that I am ready to please you.
You open your pants and your hard cock springs free. I am pleased to know the spanking has been that enjoyable to you. I lean forward into your lap but rather then letting me wrap my mouth around you. You hold your cock and move it around my face, circling my mouth. With my hands still tied behind me I am off balance and unable to take any control of the situation. I lean in with my mouth open waiting for you to put yourself in it. I can feel the stickiness of your precum on my cheeks.
I look up to you eagerly and eventually to decide to stop toying with me, moving the tip of your cock into my mouth with one hand and lowering my head onto it with the other hand.
I hungrily take you all into my mouth, closing my lips around you as I begin to bob my head up and down, sliding you in and out. I use my tongue as an extra tease, rubbing it against your cock in my mouth. As you see how eager I am to please you, you take your hand off my jars and let me move as I think will please you. Without my hands for balance I find myself going deeper than I normally would as gravity is pulling my leaning torso towards your crotch. Without my hands to help push me back up I stay in this deeper position longer as well. You seem to enjoy this deep sucking where as I, although happy to please, am struggling to regain my balance as it seems with each downward motion I come a little closer to gagging. As I start to get used to balancing without my hands I am able to draw myself up more and focus more on the top of your cock. I turn my head side to side so to rotate it I'm my mouth and flick my tongue along the rim of its head. Once I accidentally pull away to far and it pops out of my mouth. You watch as I bob around, trying to return it to my mouth but, not wanting to get to off balance, miss and have it slide up my face. It doesn't take many misses however before I'm back to sucking on it, now with more rhythm, as it moves in a out of my mouth.
As you start to get closer to cumming you become less patient with my handless fumblings. Your fingers work their way into my hair and although at first you are just gently guiding my speed and angle, you start to take more and more control, until you are pulling my hair as you fuck my mouth. I hear you starting to moan but even if I wanted to stop or slow down I can't as you are in total control, moving my head up and down. I just focus on trying to keep my lips and tongue as engaged in the process as possible but it is difficult with your building speed. As your moans get louder you move deeper into my throat.
With a few final, very deep thrusts, you begin to cum in my mouth. I can taste your salty seed, as you force your cock deep into my mouth, holding me deep on you as you cum. I try to swallow but my mouth is so full of your cock that my swallow is only partially successful and the remaining cum drips from my mouth.
As you eventually pull out of my mouth you gather the drips down my chin with your finger and move them back into my mouth. Letting me lick your finger clean.
I want to ask you if that was pleasure enough for you and if I am finally forgiven but a you haven't given me permission to speak, I just look at you, hoping to see a pleased look on your face. You reach out to my face and give me a little pat on the cheek. "What am I going to do with you?" You ask, your voice tired but gentle. You stand and guide me to my feet. Turning me around, you undo the tie that has been holding my wrists together. "You can be so good and yet so bad. I will have to think on a plan for dealing with you. For now though, go and shower and then go to bed. You will be sore in the morning." With that you give me a tap on the bottom and indicate it is time for me to leave you alone. This time I don't argue. This night did not go as I had planned but I was hopefully it would not be long until a night was more to my pleasure.
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