by Anna Lewis
They laughed and talked through their meal, and pretty soon, Shawna forgot that she was the only naked person in the room.
When the meal was done, Eric stood and hugged her tightly.
“This is where we say goodnight,” he said, and she felt herself deflate with disappointment. “What is this?” he asked when he felt her stiffen.
“I don’t know,” she said. “I guess I thought that; I don’t know what I thought.”
“I understand,” Eric said. “It’s easy to ride that high when you’re a newbie. Don’t worry, tomorrow is a new day, and I will push plenty of your boundaries tomorrow. Tonight, you need to rest. Come on,” he said, putting his arm around her. “I’ll tuck you in.”
He led her to her room, waiting as she got ready for bed, then pulling back the covers so she could get into the bed. She was still naked, and the fine sheets felt cool against her skin.
When he didn’t cover her, she looked at him in confusion. He sat down on the edge of the bed, hand on her leg.
“Open your legs,” he said.
She complied, and then closed her eyes when his hand went to her still swollen sex. He began to rub her, and when Shawna opened her eyes, she saw that he was watching her openly. She spread her legs wider, arching her back as his fingers made quick work of her already heightened nerves. Within minutes, she was calling his name, gasping and trembling under his skilled touch.
When her orgasm ripped through her, she felt his hand go to her breast, squeezing one, then the other while his fingers slid in and out of her heat.
She fell back against the bed and he leaned down, kissing her sweetly.
“Sweet dreams,” he said, giving each breast one more squeeze and looking at her soft body longingly. “I’ll see you in the morning.”
She smiled at him, too out of breath to speak. He laughed, covering her up and tucking her in, then kissing her once more before he slipped out of the bedroom and turned off the light. Shawna laid in the bed, curled up in the warm blankets and wishing she’d asked him to stay with her tonight. But he wouldn’t. She had made it clear that they wouldn’t be having sex that weekend and Eric was going to hold her to it.
Shawna groaned and turned over, pulling the covers with her. Oh, how she wished she’d kept her mouth shut.
***
The limo pulled up to her apartment building and Shawna sat in the back seat, wishing she didn’t have to get out. She sighed heavily, tugging at her clothes and scowling.
“What?”
“My clothes feel tight.”
“They’re not tight.”
“They’re uncomfortable.”
“That’s because you didn’t wear clothes Saturday and all day today. I was enjoying keeping you naked on the flight home, but I didn’t think I would have to demand you get dressed before we landed.”
“You loved it,” she winked.
“I did,” he said, kissing her. “If I had my way, I would keep that ass of yours red and that body naked at all times.”
She felt a thrill of longing go through her, but she knew that she couldn’t act on it. It had been a wonderful, adventure filled weekend, but it was time for her to get back to reality. Her new job at Furst Industries didn’t start for a week, but she needed that time to really sit with all the changes that had happened this weekend.
She felt Eric’s fingers cupping her cheek and she knew that he was watching the emotions play across her face.
“Don’t pout,” he said.
“I’m not.”
“There is such a thing as too much at once. I know it’s exciting, but if you over extend yourself, you’re going to be sorry.”
“I know. I just wish the weekend didn’t have to end.”
“We’ll go again another time. Maybe I’ll take you to the second play room then.”
“What’s that room for?”
“There’s a lot more to BDSM than spankings and nakedness.”
“I can’t wait.”
“I believe you,” he chuckled. Then he patted his lap. “Really quickly,” he said. “The limo is sound proof.”
“Will they see?” she asked excitedly.
“Only the driver can see. The rest of the windows are tinted too dark.”
He didn’t have to tell her twice. She let him unzip her jeans and moaned with anticipation when he pushed them down to her knees. She looked over her shoulder and smiled at the limo driver, who was watching in the rearview mirror. Shawna climbed over Eric’s knee, her naked ass facing the driver, her legs clamped down between Eric’s knees and her right arm already pinned on her back. She arched her back, already excited. She knew that he was going to give it to her good if he already had her immobilized.
Without rubbing first, he began to spank her hard and fast, swat after swat shocking quiet little gasps out of her. She covered her mouth with her left hand, fighting him even as she begged him for more.
“Give her a couple good ones for me,” the driver said, and she heard Eric laugh.
His hand came down harder for ten quick swats, and she knew without asking that those were for the driver’s benefit. She was fighting hard now, squealing into her hand and struggling not to cry out the one word that would put an end to it all.
Eric worked his way down to the backs of her legs and swatted the place he’d called the “sit spot”, making sure that she would think of this moment every time she sat down for at least the rest of the day.
When his hand connected with her ass again, she knew that the spanking was about over, and she arched her back, silently begging him to make the last moments count. He obliged, and she felt her body tremble as the orgasm overtook her and left her convulsing and moaning over his lap as he continued spanking her until the last of her climax was over.
She lay like that for a minute while he rubbed her burning skin, then he helped her up, and she knelt between his legs while he held her close, jeans still down around her knees. When he finally set her away, he had her stand up, pulling her jeans up and zipping the zipper. She kissed him quickly, grabbing her purse and noting the envelope peeking out from the top that hadn’t been there before.
“Thank you.”
“There’s a bonus in there. You gave more than I asked for, and I thought your bravery deserved a little extra toward your dreams. Now go before I turn this limo around and take you to my home and lock you in my room.”
She laughed and she stepped out of the limo when the driver opened the door. The driver winked at her and she blushed.
“I hope you enjoyed yourself,” she said under her breath.
She must have been louder than she meant, because Eric laughed behind her.
“I did,” the driver said. “Anytime you want to give a show—”
She rolled her eyes and he bowed slightly.
Shawna turned away before she hopped back in the limo. Going to Eric’s home seemed like a good idea, but she needed this week to relax and recharge. Next Monday would come soon enough, and she wanted to enjoy her mini vacation before her real job began Monday.
Well, almost real.
She unlocked her door and closed it behind her, locking it, then running to the window to wave goodbye. As before, the limo waited until she was safely in her apartment, then slowly drove away. She stood at the window until he was out of sight, then closed her blinds and curtains tight.
As soon as that was done, she stripped out of her clothes, sighing when the last stitch of fabric hit the floor. Maybe she wouldn’t spend the entire week naked, but she definitely liked the freedom of it.
She took the envelope and opened it, holding her breath as she read the numbers on the check. She shook her head. Eric hadn’t given her a little bonus, he had doubled her check. Her thirty-thousand dollar weekend had turned into a sixty-thousand dollar weekend, and Shawna couldn’t believe how well this was going. At this rate, she would have her dream life before the year was up.
The bank didn’t do cell phone deposits on checks this big
, so she would have to wait until the bank opened in the morning to deposit this one.
“That means you’ll have to wear clothes,” she teased herself, but she knew she would do it.
It was just that she wanted to feel this feeling now, while her skin was still hot from the sting of his hand. She hurried to the bathroom to check her reflection, not surprised to see that she was very red. Ever since Friday night, Eric had made it a point to redden her backside anytime the color began to fade, so she had already been a little tender in the limo.
Add that to the fact that Eric had given her what amounted to a farewell spanking, and she knew she would be sore well into the next day. Driving to the bank was going to be sweet torture, and she couldn’t wait. Maybe she would skip the panties and just wear her jeans. The rough fabric would make it even more uncomfortable, and she would spend the time in line wishing she could rub away the soreness. She smiled at the thought, then decided to call it an early night.
She crawled into her bed still naked, resolving to buy more expensive sheets in the morning. She wasn’t going to blow her money, but a new set of quality sheets wouldn’t hurt. Satisfied with her plan and ready to let her mind and body rest, she closed her eyes and wrapped the familiar sheets around herself.
Her mind went back to the limo parked in front of the building. If only the people in her building knew that she was in front of the building, over the knee of a billionaire and practically begging him to spank her harder while the driver watched. What would they think of her then?
She smiled, and decided that she didn’t care. It wasn’t about what they wanted, it was about what she wanted. She had all the power, and Eric had given her exactly what she craved.
She wasn’t going to waste time worrying what everyone else thought, because it wasn’t about them. It was about Shawna, and Shawna had never been happier.
***
Shawna parked her blue Honda Accord in the parking space at the bank, sighing as she got out. It turned out, the drive-thru of the Credit Union that she belonged to didn’t take sixty-thousand dollar checks either. After waiting in line for what seemed like an eternity, she’d been told she would have to bring the check into the lobby to deposit. After a bit of back and forth, she realized that she wasn’t going to win this one.
She got out of the car, wincing when she bumped her still sore behind against the door, then smiling at the memories it brought back. Eric had been right, it was better not to do too much while the excitement was still so new. It wasn’t until she’d woken up Monday morning that she had even realized how wild her weekend had been. She was glad that Eric had been so set on not going overboard. He’d probably saved her from a day spent in agony.
A man walked in ahead of her, stopping to hold the door open for her. She nodded and thanked him, walking into the building and getting into line behind the man that had held the door for her.
She resisted the urge to rub her sore backside; she didn’t want to bring attention to herself, and she was already wishing that she had worn something a little looser to run errands in. But, she’d been in a hurry and thrown a pair of black pants on with a light hoodie and no shirt underneath. She didn’t intend to be out in public long, and she wasn’t going to go all out just to make a deposit and go shopping.
When it was finally her turn, she breathed a sigh of relief. She’d already signed the check, and she had it clenched in her hand now, irrationally worried that she would lose it now that it was endorsed and someone would take it for themselves. Not the most logical thought, but she wouldn’t breathe easy until the check was in the bank and safely in her account.
The teller waved her forward, and Shawna slid the check across the counter, along with her ID and her bank card. The teller looked at the cards with indifference, turning the check over to look at the amount. When her eyes widened and she looked back at the ID and excused herself, Shawna knew that this was going to be a bigger pain in the ass than the weekend had been. She laughed internally at her own joke, then shifted from foot to foot while she waited for the teller to return.
A man in a suit finally came back to the window that Shawna was standing in front of, still holding her check and not handing it back to her while he spoke.
“Ms. Jones, may inquire what this check is for?” he asked, his manner stern.
Shawna immediately felt herself shrink internally and began frantically searching for an explanation. What could she say that wouldn’t sound like prostitution? And what would it take for the man to deposit the check?
She was about to open her mouth and begin a lengthy explanation when she stopped.
What are you doing? He works for you. You don’t have to bank here.
She squared her shoulders, and tried to muster up courage that she didn’t feel. His behavior was ridiculous and it was none of his business what the check was for. As long as she paid taxes on it, Eric could give her a check for wearing the right color underwear and there wasn’t a thing the Credit Union could say. She had the power here, and this Manager of this tiny little bank was about to find out that she wasn’t going to be intimidated.
“No, you may not,” she said simply.
“Excuse me?” he said, his mouth dropping open for an instant before he composed himself.
She arched an eyebrow at him and maintained her composure, speaking politely even though she was enraged on the inside. She knew what this was about; she’d never made that much money and rather than thinking that Shawna had found herself in a better situation, he was suspicious because she was poor and had been for years after she opened the account.
“I said you may not. You are, however, welcomed to verify funds if you think that Mr. Furst is writing hot checks.”
“I never said that.”
“Well, then. I guess you should deposit the check or give it back and I’ll take my business elsewhere.”
“I’m only inquiring about the nature of the transaction.”
“I understood your question, and I’m telling you as politely as I can that it’s none of your business.”
“It’s just, a check of this size—”
He stopped when he saw the look on her face, stammering a few times before he finally shut his mouth. Her arms were crossed, and she had set her face in an expression of disdain. Inside, she was shaking. What if it didn’t work and he called the police on her? A million scenarios ran through her mind, and she wished that she felt half as confident as she looked. She wanted to grab the check and run, but she had to do this. She deserved the same respect that she had seen this same bank manager give the high rollers. People driving up in Mercedes and BMW’s didn’t face this level of scrutiny and she was sure that more than one of them had deposited or withdrawn as much or more than she was trying to deposit. The manager was being an ass, and Shawna wasn’t going to stand for it.
When he finally spoke, his voice was quieter, and the firm, almost condescending tone gone from his voice.
“We do have an automatic alert on our computer system that notifies the proper offices when there is suspicious activity on an account.”
“Does this happen for everyone?”
“It’s automatic. It isn’t something that’s regulated through this branch.”
She shrugged.
“Is that supposed to mean something to me?”
“It means that the funds might not be available for a week.”
“I wasn’t planning on a shopping spree,” she said. “I already have a healthy balance, so I’m sure I’ll manage until the week is up.”
“Yes, I see that your balance is over five thousand right now, which has not been typical.”
She didn’t take the bait. He was fishing, and he was expecting her to crack and give him information without meaning to. But Shawna was no fool, and she realized that after this weekend, the manager’s bravado and his arrogant manner no longer bothered her. He didn’t know the first thing about Shawna or Eric, and she wasn’t going to let him bully an answe
r out of her.
“Look,” she said. “If you’re unable to secure the funds and you’re worried that your little bank will collapse if you deposit a few grand in my account, I understand. Just say the word, and I’ll bank elsewhere.”
“That’s not the issue,” he ground out, his neck turning red.
“Well, whatever the issue is, I’m tired of waiting for you to do your job. So, either deposit it, or give it back, or I’ll be happy to call the police and let them know that you’re withholding property. Unless that’s your name on the check?”
She smiled sweetly, and when he looked at her with anger in his eyes, she knew she had him. There was nothing he could do, and he knew he was in the wrong.
He worked his jaw, flipped the check over and typed quickly and furiously into the computer system. Then, he handed her a receipt for the deposit.
She took a pen and wrote his name down, as well as the designation of Branch Manager on his metal name badge.
He watched her, but he said nothing. He knew that there was nothing her could say at that point, and Shawna wasn’t sure she was going to report him, either. All she wanted was her check deposited, and she had enjoyed flexing her figurative muscles. The manager had caved faster than she expected, and she couldn’t wait to tell Eric how elated she felt at not letting herself be bowled over by a man with an obvious superiority complex.
She took her phone out and opened her bank app without moving away from the window, checking that her account showed not only her present balance, but a pending balance of sixty-thousand dollars more than the current amount. She thanked the Manager for his service and fought back a smile when he all but sneered as he ground out a formal goodbye.
When he disappeared into his office as she was leaving, he shut the door harder than was polite, and that time, she did laugh. He was throwing a tantrum like a petulant child, and Shawna was amused.