"One, sir," she managed. Six to go. She could do this. She could manage this.
She watched his face as he lined up the stroke and squeezed her eyes shut to take it, clenching her bottom tight when the second fell, this time something more like a scream coming from her when the cane met its target.
With an exhale, she called out "Two, sir!"
He tapped again against her bottom. "This won't do. I want your bottom soft, offered for punishment. Adjust your position, Marlene. Arch your back and push your bottom out to me. I'll wait until you do. When I punish you in the future, I'll expect you to offer your bottom for your punishment."
When I punish you in the future? Was this going to become a regular thing? What was strange though was that she wasn't sure how she felt about it.
There was something about that particular position that always, always immediately activated some switch inside her. She swallowed and softened her hold on the desk. It was time to take her punishment, one she deserved. She had stolen from her employer. From a man who had given her a job and who paid her well for it. Who had been nothing but kind to her. And for what? A lousy pair of shoes that were too tight and hurt too damn much.
Marlene hollowed out her back and lifted her bottom to him, forcing herself to look in the mirror, to take the punishment she had coming.
"Good girl," he said before striking.
She bit her lip in order not to call out as the hot sting worked its way beneath her skin. Mr. Corran rubbed the cane across the line of fire while she absorbed the pain. "Three, sir," she said, lifting her bottom, pushing it out for the next stroke.
He struck low, a mean stripe at her sit spots, but again, she took it. "Four, sir."
"You're doing very well. The next will come faster. Prepare yourself."
She nodded, waiting. But she didn't have to wait long for the stroke. As soon as she called out the count, he struck again, the fifth and sixth coming almost without a break in between.
"Last one," he said.
This one struck just at the line where bottom met thigh and Marlene knew she'd be feeling that for the next few days.
"Seven, sir," she said, her face damp with tears.
"Remain as you are," he said.
She did and watched him replace the cane on the wall. He rolled his sleeve back down as he returned to her, adjusting his cuff link, his eyes on her bare, striped bottom.
"Ow," she managed, flinching when he touched one of the sorer spots, his fingers coming dangerously close to her center which had, even through the pain of her punishment, come alive.
"You took that well," he said, still inspecting. "No broken skin although I imagine it might not feel that way to you."
"It feels raw," she said.
His fingers trailed along her inner thigh, moving up toward her sex, but stopping just before. "Widen your stance," he said, and looked at her in the mirror.
She took her legs wider and met his gaze.
"Is your pussy wet, Marlene?" he asked.
Her gaze traveled down to his crotch, his erection pressing against his jeans.
"Yes, sir."
"You made yourself come after your punishment on Friday night, didn't you?" he asked.
"Sir…please…" Her face felt hot with embarrassment.
He came to her then and brushed the hair from her face, his touch so gentle that for a moment, she wasn’t sure how he could cause such pain and be so soft at the same time.
"Marlene, you're naked in my office, bent over my desk, your ass striped with the marks of my cane. I know that the chastisement aroused you, I've seen it on the video and I can see the evidence on your pussy now. Now tell me the truth, I want to hear you say it."
She hesitated and he continued.
"I find your submission intriguing, and I have from the first day I saw you, known there was something special about you. I like this, I like what we did. I want to do it again, if you consent. But after the pain, I want to give you pleasure. But first, I want you to tell me what you did after I left on Friday night."
As he said it, his hands were on her bottom pulling her cheeks apart, fingers already grazing her wet pussy and finally, finding her clit.
"Tell me," he said, working the hard, tender nub.
"I felt so aroused standing in the corner…" she said, her voice breaking off as he played with her.
"Keep going," he said, kneeling behind her, his hands on her cheeks, spreading them open.
"Oh…" she gasped, lifting her hips, pushing back into him when he began to lick her pussy. "I felt so aroused…that I…when my time was up, I touched myself. I made myself come on the floor of your office thinking of how you’d taken me over your knee and spanked me, how you’d stood me in the corner."
He lapped at her as she confessed, and as she remained bent over her boss's desk, he pulled the cheeks of her striped bottom wide, his mouth soft and wet on her pussy, tasting all of her until she called out his name, her hips bucking against him as pain and pleasure mixed and she came hard against him. Her knees buckling, she slid to the floor with her back against his front. One hand came around to cover her tender mound as the other pinched a nipple through the rough lace of her bra before lifting her breast over the cup, his cock pressing against her ass.
"I want you," he said, his voice hoarse against her ear. “I’ve wanted you since I first laid eyes on you.”
Marlene turned to face him, her mouth coming to his in a passionate kiss as she unbuckled his belt and opened his jeans, pushing them down to release his thick, hard cock. She looked down, her pussy dripping again as she lowered herself toward it, her ass rising high in the air while she took him into her mouth, tasting him, the skin of his cock smooth against her tongue. With a hand at the back of her head, he pulled her face over his cock and held her like that as he rose to his feet, his hand fisted in her hair.
"Look at me," he said as he guided his cock toward the back of her throat. "Keep your eyes on me while I fuck your mouth."
She did, she watched him while his hand grew firmer in her hair and he patiently took more and more of her, slowing when she needed him to, taking his time to touch the back of her throat. He fucked her mouth harder then, moving faster, watching her all the while until she felt him throb and grow even larger inside her, and when he came, he held her close to him as he emptied into her mouth, his seed dripping down the back of her throat.
After some moments, he lifted her to her feet and simply studied her, holding her close.
"I'm sorry I stole from you," she said softly, truly sorry for having done it, and not because she'd been caught and punished.
"You are forgiven," he said.
"Can I take them off. The shoes? They hurt."
He smiled and nodded. "I think you've learned your lesson."
Marlene slid the shoes off her feet, her neck hurting a little to look up at him. "Do I have to stand in the corner again?" she asked.
Marcus smiled and pulled her in for a tight hug. "No, Marlene. It's over. Punishment is over. But," he said, pulling her back a little. "This is how we'll handle your discipline going forward, is that clear?"
"Yes, sir." Just then her stomach growled and her face turned red when his smile grew.
“You’re hungry,” he said.
“I was too nervous to eat today.”
"Would you like to go get something to eat with me now?" he asked.
"I'd like that, as long as we can do it standing up."
At that he outright laughed and reached for her clothes. "I'll see what I can do."
The End
The Agreement
by Casey McKay
Lindsay jolted awake as sand kicked onto her legs. A game of frisbee had broken out in the deserted area where she had laid her blanket down hours earlier. She must have dozed off. Her skin pricked in goosebumps and she shivered as she stared up at the sky. Shadows crept across the sand. What time was it?
“Hey!” she yelled to the kids playing frisbee.
“Do you know what time it is?” She pulled her sundress on over her bikini, knowing full well it was late. Later than she meant to be. So late! “It's 6:30,” one of the kids answered, looking at her quizzically.
She probably looked like someone lit her pants on fire with the way she shoved everything in her bag and took off up the beach. She pulled her phone out of the side pocket, confirming the time and noticing she had three text messages from Nick and two missed calls.
Lindsay and her boyfriend Nick rented a beach house for the summer, and as it was the last weekend of summer, they needed to pack up and be out by Monday. She had promised she would get them started on packing so they could relax and enjoy one last beach day together on Saturday. The only thing was it was a gorgeous beach day; sunny, not too hot, a light breeze. She had just finished the laundry and hung everything out on the line when she decided a quick hour lying on the sand wouldn't hurt anyone, she deserved a break.
When the hour was up she made the decision to push it a little later. Nick wouldn't be back until right before dinner to pick her up so she would still have time to shower and get their clothes sorted out. That must have been when she had fallen asleep.
Now, not only was she very late, but she was sunburned too.
She hustled into the back door, dropping her beach bag in the laundry room and shaking the sand off her feet. She hadn't bothered to read the texts but maybe with some luck he was texting to say he was running late. Or the dinner with his partners got canceled. Or-
She didn't even finish her last thought because as she turned the corner into the kitchen she ran into his hard chest.
Nick's hands grabbed her forearms, steadying her as she bounced off of him. “Baby, are you okay? I called you.”
She blinked back at him, trying to assess the depth of his anger.
His eyes scanned her body; head to toe. Then he looked back up to meet her gaze. “Where were you?”
“I'm so sorry. I'll be ready in ten minutes,” she rushed out and tried to sidestep him, but he held her in place.
“We're already late,” he said with a frown. “Did you get my calls?”
“I just noticed them and I was already on my way back up to the house.”
“Baby, where were you? I thought you were going to spend the day packing so we wouldn't have so much to do this weekend.”
“I did! I packed all morning.” It was a tiny lie, but one she could quickly compensate for. She could wake up before him tomorrow and make up for lost time.
He narrowed his eyes and she could see the anger seeping in now that he knew she was fine.
“I only meant to go down to the beach for an hour,” she started.
“I'm guessing you were there longer than an hour,” he said, brushing the strap of her dress aside, revealing the white tan lines against her sunburned skin. “Linz, you look like a lobster.”
“I fell asleep, “she explained. “Just let me jump in the shower and we can go to your dinner.” She tried again to get around him, but he wouldn't move out of her way.
“You went to the beach when you should have been packing,” he reiterated.
She rolled her eyes, if he wanted to get to this dinner anytime soon he would have to stop repeating what she said. “I told you, I was taking a break, and I fell asleep. It could have happened to anybody.”
“But it doesn't happen to anybody. It happens to you,” he retorted, and let out a frustrated sigh. “All the time,” he added.
Not all the time, she thought. Just a little more than she would like. And definitely more than Nick liked judging by the look on his face. He was always harping on her to be on time to things, and to finish tasks she needed to finish before she let herself get distracted.
“Did you at least start your paper?”
He was referring to the research paper she needed to have in by the end of next week for her online college course she was taking this summer. She had all week, she didn't know why he kept insisting she start it now.
“Yes,” she said, folding her arms across her chest.
“Great, that's really good Lindsay. You know if you waited until the last minute to start it you'd get really stressed out about it.” He leaned in and kissed her. “The dinner already started and you would be bored anyway. Why don't you shower and get some more of your paper done. When I get back we'll go get some ice cream.”
She dropped her arms. “Oh, you aren't mad?”
“I'm not thrilled that you were at the beach when you promised to pack, but you're obviously overtired and probably needed the rest.” He finally stepped back, giving her room to pass. “I'm really happy you started your paper. We'll get the packing done together.” He walked into the living room to get his car keys. “Make sure you eat something. I'll rub aloe on your sunburn later.” He wiggled his eyebrows at her and walked out the front door.
~ ~ * ~ ~
It was official, she felt lower than the lowest of lows. Lindsay sat at the desk in the bedroom they shared. She had her laptop open and stared at the blank screen, the cursor blinking back at her, taunting her.
Nick had been so sweet when he left. She thought for sure he was going to blow up at her for falling asleep and making him late. But instead he told her he was proud of her, for doing something she lied about. And he seemed more concerned about her getting some rest and getting her paper done than meeting up with his work partners.
She didn't deserve him. Tears burned her eyes and the screen blurred in front of her.
Her phone beeped, signaling a new text message. It was Nick checking up on her; letting her know he would be about thirty more minutes and that he couldn't wait to come home to her.
Yes, lower than the lowest of the low. She was the biggest jerk alive.
She fired off a text back to him: I think we need to talk.
She closed her laptop, resigning herself to the fact that she wouldn't be able to focus tonight. Instead she threw herself onto the bed and cried into her pillow.
~ ~ * ~~
Nick took the stairs two at a time. He could hear her sniffling from the hallway. What the hell had he done? He thought Lindsay seemed okay when he left her, but apparently he had really messed up. He was certain her text meant she was breaking up with him.
He'd been dating Lindsay for two years. She had been the secretary at the law office where he worked. She hadn't been the secretary for long because she never showed up to work on time, and she lost so many files she was more of a liability than an asset. But he loved her sense of humor, her kind heart, and the way he felt when he was around her. She made his days better just by being near him. He didn't want to live without her.
He found out that she was waitressing at a diner after the law firm had let her go. After eating there for a week straight, he finally worked up the nerve to ask her out. She moved in with him a few months later and he even encouraged her to go back to college to finish the degree she started.
She quit her job at the diner right before the summer started and they had an idyllic couple of months at the beach. He was planning on asking her to marry him tomorrow night. But now, he feared they wouldn't make it that far.
He knocked on the door, and let himself in when she didn't answer. He knew she heard him, but she didn't raise her face from the pillow. He walked to the bed and sat on the edge, placing a tentative hand on her back. “Lindsay, tell me what's wrong,” his voice came out a near whisper. She turned on her side, her face was blotchy and wet from tears. When she met his eyes, her crying started anew. “I'm so sorry,” she sniffled.
“Baby,” he said, trying to calm her. He climbed onto the bed next to her and held her close to his chest.
She cried all over his shirt. His heart broke thinking this was the end. He tried to think back over their relationship, was there anything he could have done differently?
“Linz, you need to tell me,” he coaxed. He needed to hear the words come out of her mouth. “I never started the paper. I lied,” she mumbled int
o his chest.
They weren't the words he was expecting, so he couldn't figure out what she meant at first. When it finally dawned on him he started laughing.
She pulled back and looked at him in confusion, “What's so funny?”
“Christ, Lindsay, I thought you were breaking up with me. I didn't want to even think about what I was going to do without you,” he said, his laughter tapering off. “This? You lying to me?” He rubbed his thumbs over her wet face as he held her. “This I can deal with.”
“I'm so sorry, Nick. I really am.” She collapsed back onto the bed and blew out a long sigh. “I feel so much better I came clean though.”
“Well as long as you feel better,” he snarked.
“Really?” she asked with a smile.
“No, not really. I can't believe you went to the beach all day and then lied to me about writing your paper.” He looked down at her as she gave him puppy dog eyes. Her face was still red from crying, and although he knew she felt better to have admitted her guilt, they had an agreement.
He was trying to help Lindsay become more disciplined. She knew what was expected and she knew what would happen when she broke the rules. Which is probably why she lied to him earlier, she was trying to wheedle her way out of a punishment, but she also knew how he felt about lying. “Nick, you were okay about the beach thing before you left.” She sat up and leaned against the headboard, folding her arms across her chest. “You can't decide to be mad about it now.”
He probably shouldn't have let that slide either. But he was so excited about proposing tomorrow and he didn't want to kick off the weekend with disciplining his girlfriend. But apparently, she was going to take any inch and stretch it into a mile.
“I'm not mad about it,” he corrected. “But I shouldn't have let it go. You're obviously not as repentant as you seemed.”
“No, I am sorry about lying. I don't know why I did and I never will again. But falling asleep was an accident and not my fault.”
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