by C. P. Vanner
‘Oh, not a spanking, sir,’ she whispered huskily. ‘Oh, please no.’ Then she added, ‘You won’t spank me too hard, will you, sir? I’m already a little sore.’
‘That’s for me to decide and for you to accept,’ he insisted firmly. ‘Over my lap, with you, this instant.’
Kearns settled himself back in his chair, positioning her over his groin. It seemed he was not about to hurry something he had looked forward to so much.
She felt him pull her skirt up her infinitely slowly, tantalising himself, letting the lines of her legs lead him to the goal he sought.
‘Oh no - not my bare bottom, please sir,’ Beth squealed. ‘Oh no.’
‘Oh yes,’ Kearns said gruffly. ‘I need to see those marks to judge just how severe to be with you.’
She felt his interest intensify beneath her, stirring against her hip, and that stirring became a definite pressure as her white panties came into view. He pressed himself against her warmth and she knew she had chosen her clothes wisely, the aphrodisiac effect of the submissive schoolgirl look.
Beth raised her bottom slightly to allow him to ease her panties down a little. His fingers pressed against her flesh as he peeled them back off her buttocks and down her thighs. She lifted her feet one at a time, so he could take them right off. With her skirt turned up onto her back her bottom was naked - naked and vulnerable... but Kearns was definitely in no hurry.
He trailed his fingers up the back of one thigh to the fading welts on her bottom. ‘Such a naughty girl,’ he said quietly to himself. He pulled at the cheeks of her bottom to inspect her anus, and then pushed her thighs apart with his hands and tickled her moist sex lips, his fingers tracing their soft dampness.
‘Such a very naughty girl,’ he repeated, with greater emphasis. And with that he smacked her once. Beth let out a little squeal. She had not expected such force. His palm must have printed itself on her soft flesh, a red map in the shape of a hand on one white buttock. He smacked her again and again, a flurry of smacks, the work of an artist putting the first wash of colour over the canvas.
Beth wriggled and the tendons in her shapely legs tightened as she absorbed the pain. ‘I-I promise I’ll b-be good, sir,’ she stammered, the insistent lump against her hip increasing noticeably. His arousal contributed to hers and she just knew the moistness of her sex was perceptible. Then almost as if he could read her thoughts, Kearns stopped spanking her briefly and inserted one finger between her labia, sliding it back and forth against her clitoris, but Beth’s moans of pleasure turned to squeals of protest as he removed his finger and resumed the spanking.
This time there were more controlled pauses between each smack, and each was carefully positioned until both cheeks had been covered from the first sculptured rising sweep at the small of her back to the junction with her thighs.
By the time he stopped again her whole bottom was on fire. With his right hand Kearns lifted her slightly off his lap, and slid his left hand under her stomach. She felt his finger burrow through her pubic hair and insinuate into her sex, the base of the finger against her eager clitoris and the tip inside her vagina. She wiggled her thighs and the sore cheeks of her bottom to allow him easier access and then pushed herself down onto the invading digit.
With his finger satisfactorily in place he resumed the spanking, beating her uncompromisingly with his right palm, the hand almost bouncing, springing up of its own accord from the resilient flesh after each stroke before he swept it down again with a crack of flesh upon flesh. Beth squealed constantly, writhing with increasing abandon on the intrusive finger. Both punisher and punished were totally absorbed in their part of the negotiations.
Then, just as Beth felt her climax was inevitable, Kearns stopped. She could hear him panting as he surveyed his handiwork. Gone were the fading marks on Beth’s bottom, and in their place was mottled pink and purple flesh, flaming hot and tender to the touch. Kearns withdrew his finger from her sex and, as she eased herself up from his lap, he began to unfasten his trousers.
‘Hold on, T.J.,’ Beth spoke between gasps. Her skirt had fallen back into place, but strands of hair stuck to her flushed brow and her cheeks were almost as red as her bottom. ‘A spanking, yes, but no one said anything about more than that. What sort of a girl do you think I am?’
Kearns looked stern, but he stopped what he was doing, his waistband undone and his fingers poised on his zip. He glanced at the folder on his desk, and his look said enough.
Beth had another decision to make... she reached for the folder and took an ornate fountain pen out of its holder. She pushed them both to Kearns.
‘Five years,’ she said unsteadily.
‘At five per,’ he replied.
‘You’ll keep it at six if you want my undivided attention,’ she replied.
Kearns pondered the deal for a brief moment, and then smiled grimly. He recouped what he could. ‘I want you naked first. Completely naked.’
Beth said nothing, but undid her skirt and let it drop to the floor alongside her discarded knickers. It was followed by her blouse, and then her bra, her breasts spilling free before his appreciative gaze.
‘You can leave your stockings, suspenders and shoes on,’ he told her. ‘Now walk to the door and back.’
Beth did as he said, walking very slowly away from him, placing one foot in front of the other so that her punished buttocks jiggled and swung from side to side as she moved. At the door she posed coyly for him, and then returned, her full breasts swaying as her buttocks had done.
‘The contract,’ she said, once back at the desk. Kearns found the referred to clause in the document and made the agreed changes in ink. ‘Initial it,’ Beth said.
He did so without a word, and then sat back in his chair, waiting for her to proceed. Beth dropped to her knees in front of him and finished undoing his trousers, and gasped as she pulled down his underpants and took out his penis. What it lacked in length it certainly made up in width. She nuzzled it between her soft breasts, pressing them together with her hands so that it was surrounded by her warm and giving flesh. She rocked slowly up and down as Kearns leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes, his fingers in her hair. After a minute or two, as his breathing became faster, she felt his hands pressing her head down. She wondered if her mouth could encompass his organ, and knew she would enjoy the challenge.
She moistened it first with her tongue, licking around the head and then up and down the shaft. When it was wet enough she stretched her lips wide and slid her mouth over the tip and down its length. It was a tight fit, filling her mouth and nudging into her throat. As she breathed through her nose she let her tongue do the work, licking and sucking simultaneously, slowly at first and then with an increased tempo.
She knew it would not be long. Kearns twisted his fingers in her hair, telling her that she was a bad, bad girl, and how next time he would stick his great cock in her naughty bottom. With every word Beth twirled her tongue around the purple helmet of his penis, faster and faster, gasping for air through her nose as the saliva flooded her mouth. With one hand she grasped his balls and with the other she stroked a line from his anus to his scrotum, leading a path to her lips. Kearns tensed, moaned softly, and ejaculated deep in her throat, a spurt of warm fluid that had travelled far and at speed. Beth just had time to swallow with some difficulty before the second ejaculation shot into her mouth, as warm and salty sticky as before but with less velocity. She eased back a little, but continued to lick the purple head until it had finished its emissions and shrunk back into its foreskin.
Both were dressed and sitting in their respective chairs when they heard Mrs Woods enter the outer room.
Beth held the folder on her lap. ‘You know, T.J.,’ she said quietly, ‘I would have sucked you off even if you didn’t change the contract. So long as the contract is ours, I wouldn’t have left you like that.’
Kearns chuckled
, enjoying a private joke. ‘I shouldn’t tell you this,’ he said, ‘but I was lying to you yesterday. You were going to get the contract anyway. I just wanted to see what you would do, how far you would go.’
Walking her to the door, Kearns put his arm around her. ‘You’re quite a girl, Beth. You wouldn’t like a job here, I suppose, working for me?’
‘Thanks, but no thanks,’ she declined. ‘I’m happy where I am; I really like it there.’ Then, as an afterthought she added, ‘I might know someone who would, though.’
Kearns raised an eyebrow: ‘Someone like you?’ he said suggestively.
‘Someone just as naughty as me, if that’s what you mean. In fact, she’s even naughtier. She needs a firm hand, the smack of real discipline.’ Beth opened the door. ‘I might arrange for her to come and see you.’
In the anteroom, she handed the folder to Mrs Woods. ‘Photocopy this, please,’ she said. ‘Type it up again from the photocopy. I’ll take the original with me. You can fax the amendments later.’
‘This is the second present I’ve given you,’ Beth said, handing the folder to Richard Cross. It was six-thirty and they were again alone in his office.
Richard studied the contract long and hard, and then closed the folder with a low whistle of appreciation. ‘I like the alterations made in pen.’
Beth smiled coquettishly. ‘I thought you would,’ she said with pride, and threw herself down on the sofa, flipping her legs up onto the cushions.
‘It will do wonders for the next set of figures,’ Richard said. ‘How did you do it? T.J. isn’t easy.’
She laughed. ‘Sacrifice far beyond the call of duty.’
‘Sacrifice? What sort of sacrifice? Nothing painful, I hope.’
She gave him a look full of meaning. ‘I suspect you’ll find out for yourself fairly soon.’
He looked puzzled briefly, and then changed the subject. ‘Five or six months from now I’ll have to think again about carrots instead of sticks. What would you like?’
‘I’ll have to think about it,’ Beth teased. ‘I’ll let you know.’
Richard nodded. ‘You said it was today’s second present. What was the first?’
‘Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten Celeste already,’ she said indignantly.
He smiled at the recollection. ‘Oh yes, Celeste. Of course.’
Beth swung her feet to the floor. ‘Did you enjoy spanking her?’
Richard leaned back in his chair, a smile playing about his lips. ‘Yes,’ he said thoughtfully. ‘I did, very much.’
‘As much as caning me?’ asked Beth, and immediately regretted the note of jealousy that crept into her voice.
Richard heard it and was not going to let her off the hook. ‘Different circumstances,’ he said. ‘Different situation.’
‘A different bottom, too,’ Beth said, pouting. ‘You preferred her to me.’
‘I didn’t say that.’
‘You didn’t need to,’ Beth sulked. ‘You fucked her, but you didn’t even touch me.’
‘Is that wise?’ Richard said, his expression and tone suddenly grim.
‘Is what wise?’
‘Getting all possessively broody on me, the man who is about to punish you.’
‘You... you’re still going to punish me after all I’ve done for you today?’ she blurted indignantly.
‘Oh yes,’ Richard confirmed. ‘Isn’t that what you’re here for?’
‘Is Celeste not enough for you?’ she said, secretly pleased that her flatmate had not drained his libido.
‘I can handle more than one naughty girl in a day,’ he stated. ‘Speaking of which...’ his voice dropped the bantering tone, ‘...I’d like you naked - now.’
Without question Beth stood and started to undress, without being self-conscious, as if she was alone in her bedroom, folding each garment neatly on the sofa. When she was totally naked she walked around the desk and posed in front of him, standing straight with one arm across her breasts and her other hand on her pubis.
Richard looked into her eyes. ‘Move your hands,’ he said, so she dropped them to her sides, standing quietly as he looked her up and down, slowly and carefully. She searched his eyes for a look of approval, but then he commanded her to turn around.
She heard him whistle softly and she knew why; her bottom was pink all over and purple in parts, still showing the effects of the last two days.
‘That’s not all my handiwork,’ he said, a note of admiration in his voice.
‘No, it’s not,’ Beth confirmed, still standing with her back to him. ‘I had a top up at lunchtime.’
‘A top up?’
He was being obtuse. ‘All part of securing the deal,’ Beth informed him.
Richard chuckled. ‘Well, well, T.J. you old dog. I never would have guessed.’ He reached for her arm and pulled her gently across his lap. ‘Such dedication to duty, my dear,’ he said with evident approval. ‘Keep it up and you’ll go far in this company. I must take a close look at your work.’
Beth lay contentedly over his thighs as he gently stroked her bottom, running his fingers across the warm, slightly swollen flesh, and she felt disappointed when she heard him say, ‘I won’t punish you again tonight. We must give these...’ and he lightly tapped her buttocks, ‘...a proper chance to recover.’
With deepening disappointment she thought he was going to make her rise and send her home, but then she felt a finger tickling the entrance to her sex, sliding smoothly up and down the outer lips, lubricated by the moisture she had unwittingly generated. She was still stimulated, and unsatisfied, from her appointment with Kearns, and she knew she would quickly come under Richard’s control and touch.
‘You are a beautiful girl, Beth, made to be loved and punished,’ he said huskily. ‘Made for my satisfaction.’ As he spoke his finger penetrated between the lips of her sex and slid easily into the warm moistness inside. She hardly heard his words; his finger was so much more expressive. She moaned softly and gently pushed herself against his hand. He withdrew the finger and ran it slowly in a circular motion around the taut nub of her clitoris.
‘My satisfaction,’ he repeated. ‘I am not going to spank you this evening, but I am going to punish you in a way.’ Panting slightly, she began to rotate her haunches in time with his finger. ‘I am going to penetrate you,’ he went on. ‘I am going to come inside you.’ She moaned with yearning as she ground her cunt hard against his hand. ‘But you are forbidden to have a climax,’ he declared. ‘That is your punishment.’
In the confusion of her euphoria, the meaning of his words took a second or two to dawn on her. Then with an audible groan she pushed back as if she wanted all his hand in her sex. She was just seconds away, rushing to catch a train which, cruelly, pulled away just as she was reaching for the door.
She felt like crying with frustration, and spoke for the first time since she had lain across his lap. ‘But that’s just not fair, Richard,’ she protested pitifully. ‘Please, please don’t be so cruel.’
But he was implacable. ‘You have to be punished, my dear, and this is tonight’s punishment. You must pleasure me, but not yourself.’ He was stroking her buttocks again. ‘Where would you like me? In your beautiful mouth? In here?’ and he tormented her clitoris with his finger, reminding her yet again just how close she had been. ‘Or in here...?’
The finger, still moist from her excitement, pushed its way between the cheeks of her bottom and began stroking the rosebud of her anus. ‘It’s your choice,’ she heard him say. ‘But whichever way you choose, you are forbidden to climax.’
Her excitement began to mount again. His finger slowly and gently penetrated the tight circle. It was not to be denied.
‘Are you a virgin here, Beth?’ he asked.
She replied with a muffled sound of confirmation, unable to formulate words. At the feel of
his finger in her bottom she knew she wanted it to go on, that she wanted nothing more and that she was close again to a climax. She lifted her hips so the finger sank deeper. Never had a man touched her so intimately, so wonderfully, that she could no longer differentiate between the discomfort of it and the pleasure.
‘Yes, Richard, in my bottom, please,’ she gasped shamefully, unable to help herself.
He immediately withdrew his finger and her tight rear passage, like her sex moments before, suddenly and abruptly felt empty and unloved. Again she slid down the mountain of excitement she had been so rapidly ascending. Again the peak, the climax, was denied her.
‘Oh no, my girl,’ Richard said, giving her bottom a sharp smack. ‘Oh no you don’t. You are forbidden to climax, and by being so wanton and greedy you have made up my mind; you will please me with your mouth.’ He smacked her bottom again. ‘We’ll save this little treat for another day.’
So saying, he abruptly pushed her off his lap and she fell at his feet, barely able to control her breathing. She lay panting on the floor, hating him and wanting him simultaneously. He was cruel but she wanted him, and she wanted him to be cruel.
With no further orders she rose unsteadily to her knees, unbuckled his belt, opened his trousers, and rummaged inside for his erection, pulling it out into the open before her flushed face. She gazed longingly at it, admiring its length and rigidity, and beauty - it was an object of worship.
She puckered her lips again and blew warm breath on its florid summit, looking up at his face from under her lowered eyelids. ‘This is the rod you would like to beat me with.’ He didn’t have to answer; the answer was in the organ itself, already erect to bursting it seemed to swell further with pride. ‘It is the rod I would like you to use on me, on my bottom... in my bottom.’
She looked at Richard with eyes clouded by lust, then opened her mouth and gently swallowed his tight scrotum, sucking at the balls as if they were sweets and running her warm, unseen tongue around the creases of the sack. She knew he would be gazing at the double curve of her bottom as it disappeared out of his sight, the dimples on her lower back on either side.