Physical

by Gabriella Luciano

  “Mr. Norton, may I ask what your housewife should do when you make her terribly horny? Are there any chores you would like me to do at this moment?” I ran my hand across the top of his leg and I could quickly tell that I had made an impression on him. I remained bent over with my mouth just next to his ear. I couldn’t believe that I was doing this and I hoped he wouldn’t think I was a total slut for doing it at our very first meeting. I figured, though, that he might as well know me from the very beginning. I had hid my outrageously sexual nature from too many boyfriends before and it had gotten me nowhere.

  I let the edge of my lips glide across his ear for a moment and let him hear the sound of my breath deepen as I inhaled and exhaled slowly. I slowly slid my hand across his thigh and grasped him firmly between his legs. My breath grew even heavier as his cock turned hard in the palm of my hand. I wrapped the tips of my fingers all the way around his prick and balls and squeezed a little harder. He couldn’t help but smile. I whispered in his ear again.

  “Mr. Norton, what happens when I’m a naughty housewife?”

  His smile broadened again and I could tell he was really getting into it.

  “I hope you don’t think I’m always like this, Mr. Norton. I’m just a little mischievous behind closed doors. I normally have very high morals,” I told him.

  I decided it might be best not to go too far so I removed my hand from between his legs, stood up straight and returned to my chair to sit down. There was an awkward moment of silence as he just shook his head slowly and laughed at what I had just done in the middle of the interview.

  Yet, before I could say anything else, he stood up and walked around the desk to where I sat.

  “Stand up,” he ordered me.

  I looked up at him. “Why?”

  “I have an answer to your question,” he responded sternly.

  “My question?”

  “You asked me what happens when you are a naughty housewife. I’m going to show you.” He said it very seriously and now I was a bit afraid that I really had crossed a line I shouldn’t have crossed. But what was I going to do now? I stood up and faced him, nervously staring up at his expressionless face.

  “Turn around, bend over and put your hands on my desk,” he ordered me.

  I turned to look at his desk and then quickly back at him. I couldn’t believe he had just asked me to bend over his desk. The insinuation of what he planned to do wasn’t difficult to figure out.

  “Right now, Natalie,” he told me again.

  A rush of exhilarating fear flooded through me and my palms became moist in nervousness, but the moment was undeniably charged with pure eroticism. I had no idea where this was headed but I was rapidly losing my grasp of reason and simply enjoying the spontaneity of the situation. I did as he asked, turning around and bending over his desk. I placed my hands on the edge of his large oak desk so my butt was protruding toward him. I looked back at him to see what he was going to do next.

  “Head forward,” he said simply without raising his voice. I turned my head back around as he began to speak.

  “Let’s get things clear right now, Natalie. I am a highly respected member of this community and in the world of business and politics. I cannot afford to have a wife who in any way compromises my integrity. Is that understood?”

  “Yes,” I told him.

  Suddenly I felt his hands grasp the edge of my dress and lift it up. My heart skipped a beat. I couldn’t believe he was doing what he was doing. He tossed the bottom of the dress over my back and I could feel my bare butt exposed. I jerked my head around ever so slightly to him and then looked forward again. My thoughts were racing but I wasn’t sure how to react. I should have been outraged that he had just pulled up my dress, or at least protested, but I was on the edge of a kinky sort of dramatic anticipation. I clinched the edge of his desk with my fingers, wondering what was going to happen next.

  “In this house and outside of this house, you need to act like a proper woman who carries herself with respect. I am not going to have you parading around here like a naughty girl day in and day out.” As he lectured me I could feel him pacing back and forth behind me.

  “I apologize,” I told him. “I just thought you might be the kind of man who likes a kinky wife now and then.”

  “Oh, did you?” he responded. “Well, we'll see how you feel about that after I give you a nice hard spanking. Now spread your legs and arch your back.”

  “Oh my God,” I exclaimed in a mixed state of shock. I was so turned on, but I hesitated for a moment as if I was truly in disbelief that he was ordering me to prepare to get spanked. I cautiously spread my legs and arched my back. I glanced back at him and then looked forward once again.

  He casually placed his hand on the edge of my ass, letting it glide across my right cheek before he lifted it off and brought it back down with a hard smack across the meaty part of my butt. The sound radiated through the room as the sting radiated through my body. I’m not sure if I was more fearful of his sons hearing me getting my bare ass slapped or the expectation of pain from the spanking.

  “Now, you better listen to me. If you want to come into this household, you better seriously re-examine your principles and ask yourself what kind of wife you would like to be.”

  He brought his bare hand across my ass twice more.

  “Is that understood?”

  “Yes,” I told him immediately in a gasping voice.

  “What was that response?” he asked me.

  “Yes, Mr. Norton,” I responded.

  His insistence on formality was intoxicating.

  “Now do you think that I want a wife who spreads her legs for her husband at the drop of a hat?”

  “No, I’m sorry, Mr. Norton,” I said to him.

  He smacked me on my butt twice more on each side, and then pulled up my underwear snuggly between my cheeks as if to add to the feeling of being under his authority.

  “Now let me ask you this and make sure you respond honestly.”

  “Okay,” I said quickly.

  “Do you think I want a horny little housewife?”

  “No, Mr. Norton,” I immediately responded. He smacked my bare butt a few times more. I could definitely feel the pain of the sting but I couldn’t help but be turned on by it as well. I was just so fearful that his sons could hear the sounds outside the door. The volume of the TV was turned up and I’m sure that the noise was drowning out the sounds of my butt getting spanked, but I felt so self-conscious with the thought that they might hear something anyway. He spanked me again and again.

  “You are not being honest. Answer again. Do you think I want a horny housewife?”

  “No, Mr. Norton,” I repeated. “I am being honest.”

  He slid his hand across my reddened butt as I readied myself for another swat, but this time he took a little more time. I could feel his palm as it moved from one cheek to the other cheek, delicately gliding across my tender butt as I waited for him to stroke it hard across my cheeks again. Yet, as his hand moved across my ass a final time, it suddenly took a different course. I almost jerked around when his hand moved from the edge of my butt to the crevice between my cheeks and then down between my legs. Before I knew what was happening, his fingers skimmed across the front of my panties.

  “Now, Natalie. Do you think I want a horny housewife?”

  For a moment, I wasn’t sure how to respond or what he was going to do next. After his fingers glided between my legs, my thoughts raced to the possibility of getting spanked there.

  “No, Mr. Norton,” I repeated for what I hoped would be the last time. I waited for his response as I felt his fingers move across the contours of my covered pussy. I was completely embarrassed by how wet I was as I’m sure he could feel that my panties were thoroughly soaked through from what he was doing to me. I was expecting another few slaps on my ass, but there were none. He simply continued to rub his fingers between my legs, pushing his middle finger up and down the length of my cunt s
o as to make sure to touch my clit. Then he removed his hand, clasped the sides of my underwear and pulled them down.

  I could feel the beat of my heart pulsating through my entire body. I was now firmly in disbelief how rapidly this strange interview had veered to me bending over his desk with my panties hanging around my ankles.

  “Miss Natalie Cinderella. Don’t think for a second I don’t know the kind of woman that you are,” he told me.

  My thoughts raced wildly through my head. What was he trying to insinuate? I wondered if I had gone too far by outright flirting with him. I was about to object but he kept lecturing me.

  “Don’t think for a second I don’t know every one of those naughty, kinky, slutty thoughts that go through your mind. Maybe you have fooled men before, but I know who you are, Miss Cinderella.”

  He slapped my ass again and quickly slid his hand back between my legs to my bare, wet cunt.

  “You might try to hide your urges, but this little naughty cunt tells the truth.”

  I suddenly began to understand the sly, controlling game he was playing, although I was still in shock over his seemingly direct awareness of my depraved mind.

  “Now I’m going to ask you one more time. Do you think I want a horny housewife?”

  He was turning my naughtiness back on me, thrilled by a desire to hear me confess. I twisted my head around and looked at him as I gave my answer.

  “Yes, I think you do want one, Mr. Norton.”

  He tried to suppress the smile on his face but I could sense the erotic exhilaration he got from hearing my words. He nodded slowly up and down as he continued to fondle me at will.

  “Yes, I just might want one,” he said in a reflective and satisfied tone. “But we’ll have to see if you can properly meet my parameters for naughtiness, Natalie.”

  His renewed formality was turning me on uncontrollably. I didn’t know what to say. There I was with my panties around my ankles looking back at him. I didn’t know if I should just remain bent over to wait for additional spankings or if I should respond to his confession. Yet, he didn’t even give me a chance to say anything. He took hold of my arm and pulled me to a standing position. He swiftly turned me around, grabbed me by the back of my head and started kissing me roughly. He pulled me tightly toward him and I wrapped my arms around the small of his back while he slid his tongue deep into my mouth. He was an incredible kisser and I knew from that moment on that I was his. We had hardly gotten to know each other but I was already beginning to fall for him. The specifics of what our relationship was going to be didn’t really matter at that point because he had put his hand back between my legs and my pussy couldn’t have been any wetter.

  Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. We both stopped and smiled at the whole situation. “Yes?” he said.

  “You have a phone call.” It was the voice of one of his sons.

  “Take a message! I’m in the middle of a meeting. Do not interrupt me again!” he yelled.

  He turned back toward me and I waited to hear the person’s footsteps as they walked away but I didn’t hear anything. I looked back at Anderson and gestured that I thought there was someone at the door but he didn’t seem to care. He whispered in my ear to just not make too much noise and we went back to what we were doing. He guided me back to his desk and lifted me up to sit me on the edge of it. My panties were still hanging around my ankles and he reached down to slip them off. When he rose again, he looked at me with the most intense stare. I felt like I was completely powerless to look away from his granite blue eyes. He moved his head toward mine, pressing his mouth to my ear so he could whisper to me.

  “Spread your legs wide, Natalie.”

  The sound of his voice and the feeling of his warm breath sent shivers through my body. I could feel my legs shaking as I slowly parted them open. He reached down and pulled my dress up to fully reveal my bare cunt.

  “Wider,” he ordered.

  I spread my legs wider so there was no doubt that I was fully exposed to him. He delicately placed his hand on my inner thigh and glided it up the inside of my leg. He ran his fingers over the contours of my wet cunt and I wondered if he liked that it was shaved completely bare. Suddenly, without the slightest warning, he lifted his hand, moved it a few inches in the air and then slapped me soundly between my legs. My body flinched in shock and my legs instinctively closed shut. I gasped from the unexpected sting.

  “I said wider, Natalie. I mean completely wide,” he told me in a loud whisper.

  I struggled to swallow, and then took a couple quick, deep breaths. My legs trembled as I moved to spread them all the way open. I could feel the muscles tighten to their full length at the sides of my hips and thighs. My knees were pointing toward the front corners of his desk. He continued to speak quietly into my ear.

  “Do you need your naughty cunt spanked again or will you keep them spread?”

  I was so uncontrollably turned on that I had no idea how I should answer. Did he want to spank it again? Did he want me to be obedient? Did he want me to defy him?

  “I will keep them spread, Mr. Norton,” I professed in a rush of words.

  “Very good, Natalie. Now tell me how naughty you are,” he ordered.

  I wasn’t sure what to say.

  “How naughty?”

  “Yes, tell me how your previous experiences will help you in this position.”

  I couldn’t help but let out a sly smile in reaction to his words, but before I realized it, he swiftly slapped me again between my legs. I gasped once again and my legs jerked a few inches together.

  “This is not for your amusement, Natalie.”

  “Yes, Mr. Norton. I’m sorry.”

  “Yes, you will be. It seems you need to have that naughty cunt trained before I proceed with any more questions.”

  “Trained?” I asked him.

  “You will keep your legs completely spread during all questions. Understand?”

  “Yes, Mr. Norton. I understand.”

  “Now, ask politely to have your naughty pussy spanked for not keeping the spread position.”

  I was beginning to understand just how kinky this man really was. The formality of his eroticism was sending vibrations through my whole body and my mind was reeling with future possibilities and scenarios.

  “Mr. Norton, may I please have my naughty pussy spanked for not keeping my legs spread?” Even hearing myself say the words turned me on and my voice cracked halfway through the question.

  I watched attentively as his hand rose between my legs, and then came firmly down on my cunt with a blunt slapping sound. My legs jerked slightly but I kept my muscles tightly constricted to hold my fully spread position.

  “Better,” he responded. “Ask for another.”

  “May I have another, Mr. Norton?” I immediately replied.

  His fingers smacked between my legs again, but this time my thighs were so tautly extended that there was only a mild flinching of my body.

  “Very good,” he told me.

  I smiled at his words but then quickly suppressed my pleasure as I was uncertain if it was allowed. The perversity of the interrogation flashed through my thoughts. I would have never in a million years expected to be having my cunt spanked during an interview to be hired as a housewife. It was all beginning to become utterly surreal.

  I didn’t really have much time to think about it at all, though, as he added another few light slaps to make sure that I held the position.

  “Very, very good, Natalie. Now let’s return to the questions.”

  “Yes, Mr. Norton.”

  “Now, tell me how your previous experiences will help you in this position.”

  My mind ran through all the wild and kinky things I had done in my life. I couldn’t possibly tell him about everything and I was terrified that if he knew how sexual I really was that he would not want me for his own. I would have to be honest without being too honest and hope he did not believe I was lying.

  “Well
, Mr. Norton, I have some solid experience being naughty in many different fields with…uhmmm…”

  I hesitated to go on and he lifted his hand once again.

  “With men…with men in different industries and of various backgrounds, I guess you could say.”

  “Give me an example.”

  “An example?”

  “Yes. Tell me of a circumstance in which you were naughty that you believe is relevant to this position.”

  I searched through my memories as a cascade of random sexual scenes from the past poured through my mind. Even I had forgotten about what I had done and what I hadn’t done. I thought back to the first time I gave my boyfriend a blow job, about the time I had sex in a professor’s office, about the time I went home with two guys after an office party, about the time I cheated on my boyfriend with his neighbor and about a dozen of other flings, hook-ups and affairs.

  “Answer now, Natalie.”

  I just grabbed on to the closest memory going through my thoughts.

  “Well, Mr. Norton, there was one time in which I was on a business trip and I was very naughty with a colleague with whom I worked.”

  “How so?”

  “Well, after our first meeting with the client, I ended up drunk in his room and I…well I made sure…uhmmm…I made sure to please him.”

  “In what way?”

  “Well, Mr. Norton. I gave him a very good cock sucking.”

  “And what else?”

  “I…I rode his cock up and down until he had an uncontrollable orgasm. I believe he was thoroughly satisfied with the kinky sex I provided.”

  “I see,” he casually uttered before he began to fondle me delicately between my legs. “That’s a bit naughty,” he added as he rolled the ends of his fingers through the wet contours of my cunt.