by Lara Simon
But the real coup de grace was her outfit. The black cocktail dress was something that Cat had picked up in a flurry of shopping bravery for a formal in her last year of college, but she’d never worn it, deciding at the last moment that it was too revealing even for a Friday night date. She’d stuffed it in the back of her closet with tags on, hoping that one day she would have the guts and occasion to wear it. The dress was short and backless, showing not only Cat’s long, lean and freshly shaved legs, but the delicate and soft skin of her shoulders all the way down to the gentle curve where her back became butt. The black satin draped perfectly over her firm tight breasts, which perked up and bounced perfectly, hard nipples in a salute, as she proudly flaunted them braless to the world. She’d worn the dress by itself with a pair of daringly high black velvet stilettos that were cut to reveal the suggestive cleavage of her tiny toes.
If Knox Stowe was going to fire her, Cat was going to make sure he had a hard time doing so. She stared into the mirror and pouted her lips out suggestively. Just then she heard the elevator bell sound, and she knew that it was Knox by the way that her body responded. Cat slammed the mirror back into her top drawer and rolled her chair out to the right so that she was no part of her highly-exposed body would hidden by her desk. She tossed her hair a bit as Knox strode down the hallway towards her. Just like any other day, he didn’t turn his face to acknowledge her as he approached her perch. Instead of waiting timidly for him to notice her, this morning Cat called out in greeting. “Good morning Mr. Stowe,” she said, running her hands from her knees up to her thighs provocatively.
“Yes, good morning Catherine,” he responded robotically as he continued the march towards his office. Cat waited for the moment she knew was coming. As Knox spoke, he turned his head slightly in her direction to acknowledge her greeting then turned back towards his office door just as quickly. She almost saw his confused thoughts as he stopped short of his office and turned his head, slowly this time, back to where she was sitting. His lips parted as he took a breath, slowly taking in her appearance.
Instead of looking down to the ground as she normally would, Cat stared right back at him, and feeling very naughty and defiant, she took a finger and slowly traced it down from the bottom edge of her painted lips to the front of her dress, pausing at the curve of one breast. She stared at him as the finger dropped closer and closer to her nipple. Knox was frozen, but the look in his eyes was animalistic. When Cat’s finger reached her nipple she felt that it was hard, rising up through the black silk. She tilted her head as she teased the pert nipple slowly with her finger, still staring at Knox. Cat felt herself begin to breathe heavily as her eyes smoldered. A rush of wetness hit her groin, and she knew that more than anything she wanted Knox Stowe: his body, his attention, his uncontrolled anger.
A few seconds went by as Knox and Cat stared at each other, then something snapped inside of Knox. “In my office, NOW,” he growled to Cat, opening his office door. She had butterflies in her stomach as she slowly stood up from her chair and felt his appraising eyes on her body as she walked past him into the office. The lights were off, and the office glowed grey in the early morning light. Cat didn’t look behind her, excited by his anger but also a little bit afraid of what she might see on Knox’s face. Instead she walked over to his desk and sat down slowly on one of the large leather chairs facing it. She felt his presence behind her before she heard his command. “No, stand up,” he said, ordering her to her feet, his voice steely. Cat did as she was told. At this point she had to remind herself to continue to breathe in and out—her body was awash with emotions and urges. She stood, and everything inside of her wanted to turn around to face him, but she didn’t.
Knowing that Knox was behind her and that she couldn’t see him seemed very exciting. As she waited Cat heard Knox walk to the other side of the office. A door opened, and then closed, and she felt him get close to her once again. He stood behind her for a moment, and she could feel the energy of his body and the anger that she loved so much emanating like heat from him. Despite her nerves, Cat remained statue-still waited for the sound of his voice. “Lean over the desk,” he finally said. This time his voice was calmer, more controlled. Cat did as she was told. She bent at the waist and leaned over the desk, her hands placed on the cold leather surface. When she was in place, she felt a pulling sensation on her dress and something small, hard and cold touched the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. “I am going to punish you now, Catherine,” Knox said. “You have been very, very bad and you need a spanking and I am going to give it to you.”
Cat shuddered, this was not what she’d been expecting, but somehow she knew it was what she was wanting and even asking for over the last few months. She now knew that she’d been angering Knox on purpose, begging for a punishment, and now she was going to get one. Suddenly she felt the hard cold instrument pulled away and Knox’s hand reaching and pushing up the fabric of her dress until it was bunched up around her waist and felt the cool air tingle on the skin of her ass. She was exposed to him-- the lacy black thong she’d selected to wear that morning provided no cover.
The fury of the first strike surprised Cat, and she heard herself cry out in pain as the crop slapped against her skin violently. She bit her lip and fought back the tears stinging in her eyes. The second strike offered no relief—Knox was trying to hurt her and succeeding. The ripping noise of the leather against delicate skin pierced through the still air in Knox’s office as he struck her with his crop again and again. “You’ve made me so angry, Catherine,” said Knox between strikes. “You don’t know how I’ve longed to do this, and now you’ve given me no choice.” He struck her again. “Coming in to the office in that slutty little dress. You knew exactly what you were doing to me,” he said, striking her even harder. “You’re not going to be able to sit when I’m done with you,” he said. Cat’s entire being was trembling as she received her punishment. She knew he was right. She felt the hot tears pouring uncontrollably down her face as she was spanked over and over, and felt her body respond with desire as with each spank she became more and more turned on. When Knox was finally finished striking her, Cat’s pale backside was numb and red, but her vagina was wet and wanting, hot with desire. She’d never felt such a confusing mix of emotions: pleasure and pain, desire and embarrassment, humiliation and satisfaction.
She heard the crop hit the ground as Knox dropped it. “Now you are going to pleasure me, Catherine,” he said. She felt his fingers over the black lace of her thong and ached for him to touch her, but he didn’t. Instead she heard the fabric ripping as he took both hands, slid them under the thong and pulled it apart. The wasted fabric fell to useless the desk away from her body. She heard fabric rustling behind her and suddenly she felt him, hard and hot, as he slammed into her. Cat heard the sharp intake of her breath as Knox’s hands grabbed onto her hips and he filled her over and over, thrusting his cock all the way into her wetness. He was not trying to be gentle, and the raw skin where she’d been spanked ached with every thrust. The pain was excruciating, but the pleasure was undeniable. The combination was too much for Cat. She heard a low moan escape from her lips as the first wave of pleasure hit her body. “You like that, don’t you Catherine,” Knox responded. “I knew you wanted it, all along. I should have done this to you months ago,” he said thrusting into her harder and harder and deeper and deeper until she completely lost control. The moans turned to screams of pleasure as Cat climaxed, and she felt Knox’s body go firm as he spilled his hot semen deep inside of her, grunting with pleasure.
When he was finished Knox pulled out of her. Cat sighed a little bit, sad that it was over. She felt Knox behind her, wiping her and his wetness away with a soft piece of fabric. She lay on the desk and let him clean her. After he was done he pulled her dress back down over her and walked around to his desk chair until he was facing Cat. Self-conscious but satisfied, she turned to him and looked him in the eye. He sat down, only a few inches from her face, and pulled a
nother soft piece of fabric out from the top drawer of his desk. Cat saw that it was a blue handkerchief, monogramed with the letters “K S.” Knox leaned towards her and wiped her face, cleaning the streaks of tears from her hot cheeks. When he was done, Cat finally pulled herself up, not knowing what to expect next. Knox leaned back in his chair, studying her then finally he spoke. “Go on home Catherine,” he said in his steely voice. “Put some ice on yourself and take a warm bath. When you can sit down again, come back into work, and this time please dress appropriately. You should be fine by Monday, and I’ll expect you to catch up right away on the days you’ll miss, or you’ll have another punishment. Do we understand each other?”
“Yes Mr. Stowe,” said Cat, backing slowly out of the office. She was being dismissed, but wasn’t being fired. As Cat gathered her purse and left the Hudson Building she felt excited and nervous for Monday. What kind of punishment would Mr. Stowe have for her then?
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Table of Contents
Tears for My Master: Cat's First Punishment (A BDSM Short, Book #1 of the Punish Me Series)
Midpoint