“But miss, you’re not getting off scot-free either. You tell Joanna to add whatever punishment she feels is appropriate for the text you sent me and for blowing off Kate’s party,” she said, glancing at her angry girlfriend.
Riley’s eyes went wide; she already knew she was dead. The last time she had screwed up this badly and rode her bike without a helmet, Helen had given her twenty swats with the paddle and she couldn’t sit comfortably for days after. Riley looked at Kate sadly. “I’m really sorry, Kate.”
“Oh, I know you’re going to be. You asked for it; get your ass over there and pay the piper then maybe I’ll forgive you!” Kate replied.
Helen got up and pulled Riley into a hug. “You know we love you, right, Riley?”
“Yes,” was all that Riley could manage before she headed back across the hall.
Joanna was at the desk in the office when Riley returned.
“Hi,” she said timidly from the doorway.
“Come and sit down, Riley, I want to talk to you,” Joanna directed coolly. “What did Helen and Kate say?”
Riley sat down across the desk from Joanna and looked at her hands.
“I am supposed to ask you to tack on an appropriate punishment for what I texted Helen and for blowing off Kate’s dinner party.”
“I see; you’re lucky she didn’t paddle your backside for you!”
“I know, I’m sorry, Jo.”
“Are you, Riley? Tell me, what are you sorry for?”
Riley looked up at Joanna; the stern look on her face told her she wanted an answer.
“What I’m sorry for?” Riley asked in a shaky voice.
“Yes, Riley, it’s a simple request, now tell me what you’re sorry for,” Joanna said, getting up from her chair and coming around in front of the desk next to Riley. Riley backed up a little in her chair as Joanna sat on the desk in front of her and folded her arms.
Riley looked up at Joanna, whose five foot nine frame towered over her. Joanna tucked a strand of her light brown hair away from her face and refolded her arms.
“Well?”
“For blowing off my doctor’s appointment and going to Philadelphia… and for missing Kate’s party.”
“And?” Joanna asked.
“Um, for not answering your texts and calls last night and for texting Helen to mind her own business.”
“What else, Riley?” Joanna asked firmly.
Riley looked back down at her hands. “I got a speeding ticket coming home,” she whispered.
“And just how fast were you going, Riley?” Joanna asked.
Riley swallowed hard; she knew Joanna was about to come unglued.
“I was going ninety-two, but the cop wrote me up for eighty-four so I wouldn’t get a reckless driving ticket,” Riley answered timidly.
“Ninety-two… ninety fucking two?” Joanna boomed as she grabbed the younger woman by the back of her pajama top and propelled her to her feet, bending her over the desk in front of her.
Riley felt her pajama bottoms being pulled down followed by her panties. She winced in anticipation of the impending chastisement, but it never came. She heard Joanna take a deep breath.
“No, I’m too angry to do this right now. Lucky for you, otherwise you wouldn’t sit for a month, young lady,” Joanna said as she righted Riley to her feet, pulled her panties and pajama bottoms back up, and sat her back in the chair.
Tears started to form in Riley’s repentant eyes. In a way, she wanted Joanna to punish her, it was something she relied on and something she needed. It was the unspoken forgiveness that Riley desperately yearned for.
Joanna was resolute and began the interrogation again.
“What else?” she demanded.
“Um, I don’t know, Jo…”
“What else?” Joanna interrupted her angrily.
Riley thought frantically. “Jo, please… I…”
“What about being brought home by a police officer at one in the morning because you were so drunk you could barely stand up?”
“Jo, please don’t be angry, I am sorry,” Riley sniffed as a tear began to escape her eye.
“Oh, I’m definitely angry, Riley, but more than that I’m disappointed in you. Quite a list, isn’t it?”
“Yes, ma’am,” Riley said, looking down in her lap.
“Here’s what’s going to happen, Riley,” Joanna said as she slid a notepad and pen toward Riley. “I want you to make a list of everything you did yesterday that you’re sorry for. Then, after each thing, I want you to write down what you think you, or I, or both of us should do about it.”
Riley frowned but she wasn’t going to argue with Joanna. She knew she was upset and the sooner she did her bidding, the sooner she could put this mess behind her. She started to write down her transgressions and what she considered their suitable punishments would be. Joanna sat down across the desk from her and busied herself at the computer.
After about ten minutes Riley couldn’t help letting out a small chuckle when she reread what she had written about the text she had sent to Helen.
For texting the mighty SWMBO (She Who Must Be Obeyed) AKA Helen Klein, to mind her own business. I think we should print it out and frame it!
“Something funny, Riley?” Joanna asked in a serious tone, wiping the smile from Riley’s face.
“No,” Riley replied.
“Give it to me,” Joanna barked, reaching an expectant hand in Riley’s direction.
Riley sheepishly handed Joanna the notepad.
Riley could see Joanna’s face darken as she read Riley’s composition.
“You think this is funny, Riley, is that it? I’ll tell you what, how about you take this across the hall and see if Helen thinks it’s funny.”
“No, c’mon, Jo, I was just kidding,” Riley pleaded.
“Do it now, young lady, because if I have to bring Helen over here to read it you’ll sorely regret it.”
Riley’s heart sank; the last thing she wanted to do was show Helen what she had written. She would kill her; she had been on the receiving end of Helen’s spankings in the past, and it was most unpleasant. As a dominant, Helen was a force to be reckoned with. Ever since Joanna and Helen’s college years, Helen had been in charge and when Joanna herself needed some attention, Helen had always been there for her. It was just part of the dynamic between the women that Riley had accepted.
Why was she always such a smart ass! she thought to herself as she made her doomed journey across the hall to Penthouse B.
* * *
Joanna smiled to herself then frowned again thinking about Riley. She had fallen in love with the younger woman, despite Riley’s sometimes reckless behavior and poor decision making. Joanna was twelve years Riley’s senior and she had chalked up Riley’s recklessness to her age and lack of guidance when she was younger. Nevertheless, Joanna was determined to curb some of Riley’s antics.
Joanna couldn’t help a small chuckle when Riley burst through the door twenty minutes later with a flushed face and red eyes, rubbing her bottom furiously.
“It’s not funny, Jo, she lit my butt up!” Riley pouted.
“Good! Don’t come looking to me for any sympathy, miss, you got what you deserved,” Joanna said, standing in front of Riley with crossed arms.
Joanna regarded her sullen girlfriend as she saw a single tear escape over Riley’s cheek.
“Come here,” Joanna conceded, opening her arms for her young lover.
Riley flew into Joanna’s arms and held her tightly. Joanna kissed the top of her head as she consoled Riley.
“Now then, ready to try this again?” Joanna asked, releasing Riley from her hug and pointing at the desk.
“Yes, ma’am,” Riley said compliantly.
Riley sat down gingerly behind the desk again. After another half-hour Riley looked up from her notepad.
“I think I’m done,” Riley said sadly.
“Very well, let me see,” Joanna said as Riley slid the notepad across the desk to her.
/> Joanna chuckled to herself as she began to read the list Riley had been working on.
“Wow, Riley, according to your list you’re going to have a very sore backside.”
But it was the next sentence Joanna read that made her realize Riley was truly remorseful of her actions.
I will get rid of my bike. You trusted me to follow the rules we made together and I failed to keep my end of the agreement, twice.
Joanna’s eyes glassed over as she read Riley’s confession.
“Riley, thank you for taking this seriously.”
Riley looked up at Joanna sadly. “I am sorry, Jo. I know how important it is to you, to us and I screwed up again. I don’t deserve to keep my bike.”
“Riley, much as I would like to, I’m not going to make you get rid of your bike. I know it’s a part of you and you would resent me if I made you give it up. But, young lady, it’s off limits for a month!”
Riley flew into Joanna’s arms. “Thank you, Jo; it will never happen again, I promise.”
“It better not, Riley, your butt won’t survive! Now, I think it’s time you fetched me the paddle.”
Riley’s smile disappeared from her face.
Chapter Four
The following evening, Joanna sat on her couch watching the evening news as Riley snuggled next to her with her iPad.
“They found a body, they think it’s one of the women that went missing,” Joanna said, turning up the sound.
The woman was sexually assaulted then brutally murdered before her body was dumped in the East River. Police will not disclose the identity of the woman until family members are notified. Police are asking anyone with any information to call the number at the bottom of the screen.
“Damn, Alex, the cop from last night who brought me home, is working that case, she said there were no leads until now, I guess,” Riley replied, reverting her attention toward the television.
Riley looked hesitantly down at her empty wineglass.
“Jo, can I have another glass?”
“Riley, of course you can, my point earlier was about the binge drinking when you get upset. If you ever come home like that again, I’ll paddle your backside every day for a week, got it?”
“Yes, ma’am!” Riley replied deliberately with a small smile.
“Hmm, that’s better but a lesson in obedience might be a good idea,” Joanna said with a wicked smile. “I think it’s time for another session over my bench!”
Riley had a twinkle in her eye as she smiled fervently at Joanna. Joanna had introduced Riley to some delicious practices during their lovemaking and her past experiences had not only been amazing but Joanna had begun to teach her the delicate balance of pleasure and pain, as she submitted to her dominant girlfriend in the bedroom.
“Really?” Riley said eagerly. “But it doesn’t seem right. I mean with the trouble I caused yesterday, I’m not sure I deserve any fun.”
“And what makes you think it will be fun? Not for you, I’d imagine but I’m going to teach you some obedience. Tonight, I’m going to paint stripes on your ass for my enjoyment! Now be a good girl, fill up our wineglasses and bring them to the bedroom.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Riley swallowed hard; she could already feel herself damp with arousal. She loved it when Joanna went into full ‘domme’ mode; it had opened up a whole new world for her and she relished it.
When Riley arrived in the bedroom with the wine, Joanna was waiting for her. Riley eyed her hungrily, taking in Joanna’s black lace panties and corset, with tall leather boots and skin-tight, long black leather gloves. In her hand she flexed a long, thin riding crop with a chrome-tipped handle.
Riley’s heartbeat quickened at the sight of her magnificent lover. Joanna crooked a finger toward Riley and she approached. Joanna took the wineglasses from Riley and put one down on the dresser. Riley stared up into Joanna’s green eyes. Joanna grasped Riley by the chin and took a sip from her wineglass. Pulling Riley toward her face, she closed her lips around Riley’s, parting them with her tongue, transferring some of the crimson liquid into Riley’s mouth. Riley swallowed.
“Strip!” Joanna demanded. “By the time I’m done with you tonight you’re going to learn that you better come home to me when you are supposed to!”
Riley wished she’d had on something sexier than her flannel PJs but she wasn’t expecting to play like this today. At least she was hoping it was play after Joanna had gone ballistic on her butt the day before. Joanna never mixed real punishments with play… did she?
Riley slipped out of her pajama top and bottoms, folding them neatly before handing each item to Joanna, who was circling her silently, flexing the black crop. Riley stood in the middle of the bedroom in her blue lace panties. Joanna came around to Riley’s front and pinched one of her nipples, rolling it between her thumb and forefinger with enough force to make Riley wince a little. Joanna reached behind Riley and slid her leather-gloved hand inside Riley’s panties. She squeezed her bottom several times, making Riley wince once again.
“I’m going to enjoy making you squirm, Riley, this lovely bottom is going to be very red again by the time I’m finished with you tonight! Take them off,” Joanna directed, pointing her crop at Riley’s underwear.
Riley’s face flushed as she slid her damp panties down over her long legs and offered them to Joanna’s outstretched hand.
“Tut, tut, tut, what have we here?” Joanna chided, examining Riley’s panties. “Such a naughty girl, so wet, I think I better start that obedience lesson now, don’t you?”
Riley blushed furiously. “Yes, ma’am,” she conceded.
“Bend over, Riley, and spread those legs apart, I want to see your pretty little pussy as I turn your lovely bottom red.”
Riley could feel the moisture pooling between her legs as Joanna controlled her. She felt Joanna’s leather-clad hand caress her backside.
“Hmm, still sore from yesterday, I’d imagine,” Joanna said, as Riley gripped her spread ankles.
A loud clap echoed around the bedroom as Joanna’s hand connected with Riley’s bottom in a firm spank. Joanna’s skin-tight leather gloves seem to increase the sting of the blow.
“Ow!” Riley yelled as Joanna’s hand connected with her cheeks over and over again.
It didn’t take long for the heat to build in Riley’s behind as Joanna slowly and deliberately covered Riley’s bottom in stinging swats. Joanna paused and came around to Riley’s front so her black lace panties were eye level with Riley. Riley couldn’t help herself as she reached out and nipped Joanna’s crotch with her teeth.
Riley tilted her head up and smiled mischievously at Joanna, the throbbing between her legs growing by the second.
“Naughty girl, you’re going to pay for that!” Joanna said, as she smiled back down at her.
Joanna slowly peeled her long gloves off one at a time then smacked them down on her hand a couple of times for effect.
Riley could smell the aroma of leather as Joanna walked behind her. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Joanna’s arm raise high in the air. The gloves smacked down on Riley’s backside with ferocity. She wasn’t expecting the sharp pain from the leather garments and she shot up, with urgency, rubbing her stinging backside.
“Ow, shit, that hurt!” Riley pleaded as she rubbed the crimson stinging line the gloves had inflicted.
“I’m growing tired of your inability to focus, Riley. Back down in position,” Joanna ordered.
Riley complied and once again bent over.
“Now let’s try this again,” Joanna said, raising her arm high and smacking the gloves down on Riley’s sore behind.
Riley exhaled rapidly, as the pain registered again, but this time she held her position.
“Good girl, that’s what I expect.”
Riley could feel the tip of Joanna’s crop trace along her spine and down between her legs. She shivered as the leather loop teased her sopping slit.
“Naughty girl, you’re so wet. What
do you want, Riley?” she said, as her hand dipped between Riley’s legs from behind and played in her wet folds.
Riley moved back against Joanna’s fingers, desperately trying to relieve her arousal as Joanna teased between her legs, her fingers brushing against her engorged clit.
“Oooh, ye-es, please, fuck me, Jo!” Riley gasped.
“Language!” Joanna scolded, flicking the crop across Riley’s bottom. “Now then, get the bench and set it up and be quick about it, or you’ll feel my flogger and not in a good way!”
Joanna took her wineglass and sat on the bed up against the headboard, as she watched Riley scramble to do her bidding. Riley knew the drill, as she unfolded the black rug facing the bed. She pulled the bench out from under the bed and centered it on the rug before assembling it and securing it with the locking pins as Joanna had shown her.
“Good girl, you remember!” Joanna praised, as she sipped her wine, absently circling her black boot-clad foot.
Riley blushed as she felt Joanna’s eyes on her, watching her every move. She felt so vulnerable but also excited. Each time they played with the bench, Joanna had shown her something new and Riley was desperate to know what she had in store for her tonight.
“Now, my love, up you get,” Joanna directed, pointing to the bench with the crop.
Riley rounded the back of the bench, facing Joanna. She smiled at Joanna on the bed, before climbing up onto her knees on the two padded sides obediently.
“Good girl, now do I have to tie you down, or are you going to behave? Hmm?”
“I’ll behave, I promise,” Riley replied, kneeling on the bench as she sultrily cocked her head to the side and put a single finger in her mouth between her lips.
Joanna smiled and Riley took her cue, bringing her other hand up to her pert breast. She started playing with her nipple, making lazy circles with her fingers and tugging on it gently.
Riley could see the look of approval on Joanna’s face as she sipped her wine from the bed.
“Riley Carrington, what am I going to do with you, hmm?”
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