by Alyssa Clark
I relaxed forward onto the desk, and I saw his eyes go down, taking in my cleavage greedily. “I will need a word,” I purred. Now I could play a seductress.
“A word?”
“A safe word is what we call it,” I educated. “When things become too much, or you’re not enjoying them, you say this word, and I stop.”
His eyes immediately went to my face, and that confusion was there again, “What? And stop wouldn’t be adequate enough?” His tone sounded like the idea was ridiculous. How little he knew.
“Think of it like this,” I lowered my voice in a manner that I thought would sound beckoning. “When you are with a lover and the sex is so good that you feel it everywhere, do you not hear her beg you not to stop?” I took a breathy tone, seeing that I had his full undivided attention, “Don’t stop. Please, God, don’t stop.” I noticed him swallow and nod, just slightly. I straightened his eyes came back to my face and his attention rapt. “It's a similar thing. When things feel so good, even if they’re in a different manner, words tend to blend together. Saying, ‘Don’t stop’ quickly enough can sound unfortunately similar to stop. As a way to lean away from disappointment, we pick a safe word that means stop, so there’s no confusion. Do you understand?”
He cleared his throat, “I do.” He looked embarrassed and took another swipe of his hand through his hair, he tried to appear cool and unaffected. But, his arousal was easy to spot. That was the reason I worked so hard to appear attractive. Who didn’t want a beautiful woman spanking them? “I… I don’t really know where to start with a safe word.”
“Tell me, Mr. Clarke,” I reached forward to adjust the lapels of his jacket. “What is it that you do?”
“Matt,” he corrected, eyeing me uneasily now. “I’m a lawyer.”
Hm, a lawyer? I guess I pegged Mr. Franklin wrong. “Pick a random law term for me,” I beckoned as I went on to straighten his tie.
“Acquittal?” he offered.
“Perfect, that will be your safe word,” I released him and plucked my keys up. I went to the door to the backroom and began to unlock it, aware that he followed me closely. He didn’t know what he was getting himself into, but he wanted me enough to follow through with it. How silly. I opened the door and peered at him over a shoulder, “Welcome into my parlor, little fly.” I stepped in and turned up the lights just slightly.
I liked to keep it dark back here, it added to the atmosphere. You could see just enough to walk in and not knock into things, but it was still dark enough to not truly discern what you were looking at. He followed me at a length now, looking about my playroom curiously. I had an unfinished table that offered a great variety of ways to strap people to it. There was also a padded post that was optimal for whipping people. There was also a block that I felt I didn’t get to use often enough, I decided that’s where I would break in Mr. Clarke’s ass.
I went to a closet that I kept off to the side, for client’s clothing. “Undress,” I used the tone that brokered no argument. I gave him a look, just to be sure he followed direction. He had already pulled off the jacket and loosened his tie, but he was busy eyeing the equipment I had back here. I pulled a hanger from the closet and tried my best to remain patient, I walked slowly back to him to take each article of clothing that he shed. Something about being close to him had him moving slightly faster. He wasn’t sure what I had in store for him, but desire was something that had him thinking that it would be safe to relent to my request.
Then, reason had him pausing at his belt buckle. He had already shed his crisp linen shirt, undershirt, tie and coat. Something about taking off his pants gave him pause. I took the time to admire his exposed body. He wasn’t rippling with muscles, but he had a nice build to him. His pectorals were defined, and there was a line down to his belly button that I could imagine myself tracing with my tongue. That gave me pause. I tried not to grimace, it’d been awhile since I had actual sex. I shouldn’t be drooling over the first attractive man I came across.
I leveled him a look, raising an eyebrow, “If you are afraid… you can keep them on.”
He cleared his throat again, maybe a tick to cover his discomfort, slowly undoing his belt. “Does this lead to me fucking you at some point?”
Either he was into casual sex, or he had noticed the way I looked at him without his shirt on. He was in my den though, I wouldn’t take any more of his insinuations. I slapped him, solidly. It was hard enough to force his gaze away from mine, but not so hard that I left a mark. “No,” I growled at him, keeping my voice low. “How many times do I need to tell you, Mr. Clarke? Maybe there’s something I can do to make a lasting effect on your memory?” With my free hand, the other holding the hanger that had his clothing on it, I grasped the front of his slacks, and I jerked him forward. “Do you need to be punished for your inability to be a gentleman when you are faced with a lady?”
He looked taken back that I had struck him and my sudden forwardness, but I didn’t give him the chance to protest. With a firm grasp on the front of his slacks, I tugged him to the block I intended to cuff him to. “Do you want to keep these on?”
“I’ll take them off,” he said uneasily now. I let his slacks go so he could remove them, he unbuttoned them and pushed them off his hips. He stepped out of his shoes then the pile of clothing at his ankles, remaining in an unappealing pair of grey boxer briefs.
“Leave those on,” I suggested as I bent down to fetch his slacks. I slipped them on the hanger then bent down again to fetch his shoes, simple unimpressive things. “Stay here,” I said sternly as I went to place his belongings in the closet.
I turned to look at him, seeing that he had in fact listened. He stood fidgeting next to the block, one hand striving to cover his apparent erection as the other rubbed the back of his neck. I paused before turning to him, pulling my favorite riding crop from a cabinet. Once I had that implement, I felt like I was truly in my element. I stalked back to him, using every ounce of femininity to pour through me and draw his eye.
“Remember, acquittal,” I commanded. “Should you want me to stop, say that word and I will.” I made my way behind him, and even though he still kept his gaze on me, he didn’t try to turn. Defiant to a degree. “Are you ready?”
“What do you intend to do?” He was intrigued, but afraid. I was willing to bet he was more hard up that I was.
“You’ve insulted me on at least five times with your presumptuous comments, I would like to give you at least ten hard licks to this,” I didn't hesitate to reach forward to cup his ass. There wasn't much to it, as was something of an unfortunate case with most men. But he tensed not expecting my forward action.
“You're going to spank me?” His voice made it sound like a ludicrous idea.
“I will,” I started walking around him again, circling him like a shark. I slapped the block with my riding crop, pausing to raise an eyebrow in his direction. “Bend over it.”
“If I refuse?”
“Then you can get dressed and leave,” I said plainly. It would be disappointing if he decided to do that. But, I couldn’t force him if he didn’t want what I offered as a means of demonstration. “It’s your choice. This isn’t a matter of force. I’m not taking power from you. This is about submission. So, you either submit and I punish you for your transgressions, or you don’t, and you get dressed and leave.”
He stood there, near naked, eyeing me as he decided what he was going to do. He looked weary now, but he bent over the block. I walked around, so I was positioned by his bowed head then squatted so that I was close to him. I picked up a cuff and slowly closed it around one of his wrists. Suddenly I felt like I needed to treat him as if he were a skittish animal. He looked uncomfortable, unsure. I slipped the other one on him and waited. He didn’t utter a word. Maybe I was a little overly excited about extracting revenge. I wasn't going to question my sudden need to go easy on him.
“How about just five then?” He swallowed thickly and nodded, his gaze off to the fa
r side of the room. “Would you prefer that I use my hand?” He nodded again. I didn’t think I would be getting anything vocal from him. I couldn’t have that. I positioned myself behind him, put a hand on the small of his back and pushed so that he used the block to support his weight. “I want you to count aloud for every strike that I make. Do you understand?” I got another nod. I raised a hand, spread my footing, and brought it down. My hand connected across his ass, connecting with both clenched cheeks. I waited, wanting to see if he would call out the first strike. He grunted but didn’t say anything. Frowning, I struck him again, putting more force behind my swinging hand. Another grunt as my hand connected with the left side of his ass. “You’re supposed to be counting,” I chided. I didn’t wait for him to call out a number, I struck him again.
“Three,” he snarled lightly.
“Ah, ah, ah,” I took the time to rub my hand against his rump, squeezing one cheek then the other. Probably enjoying the feel of it a little too much. “You missed the first two, so what does that make us at…?” I trailed off.
“One,” his voice sounded harsh, and I couldn’t tell if it was in a negative fashion or not. I struck him again, not as hard as I had before just to see if he would follow through with the command. “Two,” he barked in response. I continued back with the amount of force that I started with. I spread out the strikes as I did it, alternating between the left and right cheek then making it so my hand would strike both. His growled out each strike calling out which number it was. When we got to five, I was remiss. I stood behind him, my riding crop dropped and forgotten, with a hand pressed against the small of his back. I may have been panting, and there was a throb between my thighs that I hadn’t felt in a while. Usually, I didn’t get as turned on by this with my clients.
I didn’t dwell on it, but I had to see the handy work. I pushed his underwear over his ass to get a good look at it. He tensed and looked over his shoulder at me asking, “What are you doing?” I’m thinking his desire to fuck me had diminished.
I only spared him a glance as I looked at his reddened cheeks. “I have to see,” I murmured, and I lightly rubbed a hand over one. At first, I thought his ass was a little on the lacking side, but seeing it all red had me changing my mind. “Wait here,” I straightened and advised like he had a choice. “I’ll get something to put on that.” I had a cooling lotion that would help with the stinging. Also, it would give me a chance to really inspect my work. I came back to him, his underwear still pulled down exposing his bare rump to me, and he watched me with a glare. Humiliation seemed to radiate from him. That was worrisome, because while spanking was a form a discipline, I wasn’t making an effort to humiliate him. I hummed lightly as I put a generous amount of cream on my fingertips. I then took the time to spread it on one of his battered cheeks.
He grunted as I worked, I was sure he probably enjoyed the spanking more than he was ready to admit. I would be sure to give Mr. Franklin a call after this, he had no business referring this man to me. I rubbed cream into his other cheek and then I found an overwhelming desire to confirm my hunch. Once I was done treating his battered backside, I reached around and cupped the erection I knew I would find. “Tell me, Mr. Clarke, did you enjoyed yourself?” He rumbled a response that I didn’t understand.
I pressed myself against his bent over form, slipping my hand into his underwear and grasping his cock at the base. “I assuming this means that you did,” I gave him a firm squeeze that made him gasp. “Do you want to cum?”
“Yes,” he gritted out, making an effort to sound clear.
“All you need to do is say please,” I smiled when he tossed a glare at me over his shoulder.
“Please,” it, too, was gritted out through clenched teeth.
I ‘tsk’d and reached forward to brush my hand through his hair, petting him lightly. “Say it right, Mr. Clarke. You can do that for me. ‘May I cum, please?’ is what I want to hear,” I started to stroke my hand up and down his length, and I saw his eyes start to flutter closed and felt his hips start to thrust forward into my fist.
His head dropped as my fingers curled through his hair, there wasn’t enough to pull, and that was disappointing. He groaned as I started to flick my wrist and I quickened the pace of my stroking hand. “Say it,” I purred in his ear, pressing my breasts into his back and curling my hips against his. I matched his pace of his thrusting hips with my own. It was pointless, but I was enjoying myself.
“Please,” his voice was strained, and I knew with the throbbing that his cock had started that he wasn’t far from exploding in my hand. “May I cum, please?”
“Yes,” I might have hissed, I might have been enjoying him a little too much. My free hand came around to cup his chin, and I forced him to tilt his head back, drawing him closer so I could nibble his ear. I traced it with my tongue, having that desire to kiss and bite all the while I stroked him. He groaned in response, and it was just a few more thrusts into my hand before I felt him shudder and the hot liquid erupt from him.
I hummed, purring as if I had gotten something out of this deal, thrusting my hips against his. Really, I hadn’t gotten anything out of it. I ached and throbbed, it was a reminder that it had been far too long since I last had something that wasn’t plastic inside me. I kissed his shoulder, taking a moment to scrape my teeth against his skin.
I can’t see him again, I decided as I released him. I would confront Mr. Franklin for this, but seeing Mr. Clarke after this would be out of the question. “Wait here, and we’ll get you cleaned up in just a moment,” I stood and found my way to the bathroom. I made quick work of washing my hands and got a washcloth for his benefit. I made my way back to him and knelt before him. “Do you have any questions?” I took the time to wipe his face, I didn’t notice any sort of tear tracks. Everyone was different I suppose, but maybe the coolness of the cloth would help his embarrassment.
He met my gaze, “Are you going to let me go now?”
I smiled, trying not to bait him. “Of course, Mr. Clarke,” I reached forward and tripped the latch that kept the cuffs locked. I didn’t want to run a risk of losing keys at an inopportune time. Once he was free, he pushed himself up to the point he was kneeling in front of the block. He took the time to pull his boxer briefs into the right position and make sure that his flaccid cock was tucked in them. I stood and went to his side, offering him a hand up.
He declined it, standing on his own and wavering just a little. I steadied him before getting shrugged off. I tried not to chuckle at his bruised ego. I showed him to the closet where I had stowed his clothing, going as far to open it and pull out the hanger. “Do you need any assistance?”
I asked because that was another part of the role. Afterwards, I had to make sure they were okay. Not just physically, but mentally. As far as I could read from the man before me, he was just bruised. It was very likely that he wasn’t used to being dominated. Even in a case of just plain sex.
“No,” he said evenly, it seemed like he was putting himself back together. Piecing together his ego and putting himself back into the position he was in before he walked into my office. “No, thank you,” he clarified. Perhaps, something I did stuck. I stood close by as he dressed, just in case he lost his footing. Being at the angle he was at for that long could create some vertigo. I just felt that I had to be watchful.
He stepped into his slacks and pulled them up, his gaze straight ahead. It was clear with the way his jaw was clenched that he was probably trying to grasp how to handle the situation. I didn’t feel the need to point out that he had willing walked into it. He hadn’t made any effort to make me stop. But, I did feel a bit of guilt. Maybe it was the alpha in him that had him struggling to accept what happened him. Once he had his undershirt and shirt on, he didn’t even look at me. “Was that last part apart of the deal?” He was tucking his shirt into his pants as he spoke and I took the opportunity to pluck up his tie and began to wrap it around his neck.
“No,” I admitted as I
started to knot it. “But, there was no money exchanged between us. So, if you intend to report me I don't think charges would come up.”
“I wasn't going to,” he started to argue, fidgeting with a cuff of his shirt. “That was just a bonus for the demonstration then?”
I kept a hold on his tie, then used it as a means to jerk him forward. I pulled him close as I took in his expression. I really did like ties on a man, they made such nice leashes. Even after the spanking and the apparent embarrassment he faced, there was still want looking back at me. “I did it,” I said lowly as I considered the bad idea of kissing him. “Because I wanted to. I asked if you wanted to cum, you said you did. Are you complaining now?”
“No,” his voice took a slight gravelly tone that I could find myself liking.
“Consider what happened here a gift then, Mr. Clarke,” No matter how tempting it was, kissing him was a bad idea. I was still so keyed up from spanking him that being so close to him now had me considering breaking more of my professional rules.
“Matt,” he corrected again. “So, there's a fee for this treatment,” he waved a hand behind him to indicate what I had done to him. “But, how do I get a meeting that is less dominating?”