She slapped a hand over her mouth and glanced around the room. That word was naughty. When she looked back down at the checkbook, she groaned into her hand. 

“Oh. No.” She slumped down into the chair as what she’d done truly dawned on her. 

Her responsiblity, the one thing she was good at, was managing the finances for the house. Keeping the checkbook balanced, paying the bills, and managing the saving accounts. She was quick, efficient, and always stayed on top of things… Until today. 

Too late, she realized she’d sent out a bunch of bills and over drafted the main account. Not too serious if they weren’t at the time of year where money hovered on the tight side. He was in between big projects and she was off for her usual holiday from work to regulate herself mentally. 

“Fuck,” she whispered this time, at a loss for what to do. 

She quickly ran through her options, but couldn’t get her thoughts to see beyond the mistake. Panic was starting to rise rapidly and with it sharp disappointment in herself. Just one job and she couldn’t manage it without making a stupid mistake, one task and she… 


Her head popped up. She hadn’t even realized she’d laid it down. The recriminations had sent her spiraling before she could stop. 

“Hi, Daddy.” She couldn’t muster a smile, her heart beating so wildly she worried she’d pass out. 

He’d crossed the room in an instant, one hand going to her nape to steady her. “Focus on me, Kitten. I’m here, focus on me.”

It took a few minutes, but his presence anchored her and her breathing calmed. He massaged her neck and shoulders until she melted into his touch. 

“Now tell me what’s wrong.” His voice was gentle. 

“What makes you think something’s wrong?” She squeaked. 

“That’s five with the cane, Kitten.” 

She swallowed hard, considering lying so she could fix the situation, but she knew he’d find out eventually. She drooped in her seat a little as she considered how to tell him. 

“Daddy…” she looked up at him. There was only caring and concern in his eyes. She took a deep breath and told the truth. “I messed up the checkbook. Bad.” 

When she would’ve hid her face in her hands, her held her still with that staying hand at her nape. 

His expression didn’t change much, expect for a narrowing of his eyes. “Explain.” 

She did so as quickly and concisely, not sparing herself. He said very little after she stopped speaking, his mind seemingly in another place. When he focused on her again, he still had the same caring look firmly in place. 

“You messed up, Kitten.” 

Her whole body seemed to deflate. She’d disappointed him, she’d ruined everything and — 

“But,” he continued with a squeeze at her neck to settle her, “it’s fixable. I keep extra cash for emergencies, you know.” 

She felt horrible for making him use it. “I’m so sorry, I should’ve been more diligent.” 

“Stop.” Her mouth shut before she could say anything else. “You’re going to be punished, Kitten. Here’s why, and I want you to listen to me closely when I say this: you’ve made a mistake, and punishment comes because of mistakes, but this punishment is just as much a reminder to stop being so hard on yourself.”
She felt tears prick her eyes as she tried to absorb his words into her soul. 

“Everyone makes mistakes, big mistakes. When you mess up all you need to remember is you’re not perfect and that’s okay, but you’re still amazing at what you do. Come to me instead of letting it send you into a black hole.” 

“Yes, Daddy.” 

“Ah, but this spanking will help you remember that.” He prompted with a squeeze and she rose from her chair. “Go get the cane, pet.” 

She retrieved the cane and returned to find him seated in her chair. The atmosphere in the room had changed, and she knew she’d not enjoy this even as it cleansed her. With a pat to his lap, she settled across and braced her hands on the floor. Her anxiety seemed to disappear as her body connected with his. 

He worked her shorts down until her bottom was bare and smoothed a hand from her back down to palm her between her thighs. She lifted her hips just a little to open more to his touch. 

“A hard spanking and then 10 with the cane.” He removed his hand to pat her bottom gently. “I want you to tell me throughout what you’re to remember.” 

Before she could reply, he began. 

She moaned softly before speaking. “I’m not perfect and that’s okay.”

“That’s more than okay, pet, because you’re still very good, right?”

Silly tears pricked again and she had to swallow around the lump in her throat. “Yes, sir.”

He spanked her hard in quick succession, barely letting her catch her breath. The normal pain came fast before she could adjust, jolting her forward and squealing. It wasn’t long before she was crying tears, overwhelmed and needing to release the pent of feelings inside of her. 

“It’s okay.” She repeated over and over as her tears fell. 

It wasn’t long before he stopped and began rubbing at her hot bottom. The skin seemed to throb in time to her heart beat. She felt sensitive and antsy under his touch. 

He helped her to stand, guiding her between his knees.  

“Nearly there. Bend over the desk for me, pet.”

Her tears fell anew as she draped herself over the smooth surface of the desk. There was no preamble this time as he barely let her lay flat before the strikes came. He didn’t draw it out, layering the sharp bite of the cane over her abused bottom one after the other. 

She was a mess when he finished, sobbing into the desk, but feeling relaxed and at ease. Sitting was going to be a chore. 

“It is okay, Kitten. Why is it okay?”

She wiped at her face before answering. “Because even though I messed up, I’m still good at what I do.”

“That’s right, Kitten.” His hand was between her thighs again, cupping her cunt that was alive with need. “You deserve a reward for being a good girl.”

He pushed two fingers inside, his path eased by how wet the spanking had made her. Her body made juicy sounds as he fingered her, the sound only making her hotter. 

“God, Daddy,” she moaned as her hips wiggled and thrust back into his hand. 

She was close, but couldn’t seem to crest the hill like she desperately needed. Her sound of frustration made him chuckle behind her. 

“What do you need, Kitten? Speak up.” 

“Your cock, Daddy.” She rose up on tiptoe, seeking him almost unconsciously. “Please give me your cock.” 

He thrust into her and it was perfect. She was pushing back harder, tasting that shimmering edge as it gathered in her belly. The pain in her bottom as his hips smashed into her served to sharpen the pleasure. Her fingernails dug into the desk with the intensity of it. 

“Ooo, Daddy. Please… I’m going to…”

He wrapped her hair in a tight fist, lifting her so she was flush against him. The way his lips brushed her ear nearly took her over. 

“Come for me, Kitten. Come on Daddy’s cock.”

She froze, her mouth a perfect O as she spasmed around him. It was so good, the whole of the moment wanting to steal her sight and her consciousness. 

He spilled inside her moments later, his loss of control only extending her climax until she did fade out a little. When she returned to full awareness, he had her in his lap, his softening cock still firmly embedded in her body. 

“You’re going to take a nap, Kitten. I want you to relax and I’ll sort this out, understand?” 

She was too spent to argue. “Can we snuggle for a little longer, Daddy?” 

He wrapped her up tight in his arms as his answer. 

It’s been sooo long since I’ve participated in Masturbation Monday. It’s May though, the month of Masturbation so of course I’m on board. I’m off to have session now. 

You go enjoy the other offerings




She stretched up from her place on the bed, the sunlight warming her naked skin as she shook off the sluggishness of sleep. 

“Daddy?” She whispered into the empty space. 

His spot was cold so he’d been up for a while. Or she’d been a sleepyhead and he’d let her be lazy today. Lazy girl. 

She wanted to play now that she was awake, and lay back with a cheeky smile. Now she was a naughty girl, too. 

The room was warm and she could still smell the lingering scent of his cologne. She touched her lips then ran her fingertips down her chest to tease a nipple into an erect nub. A hard pinch had her back arching as electricity zinged right to her little clit. 

She followed that ley-line, tracing down her stomach straight to that spot that ached. The first swirl made her hips thrust. She whispered for her Daddy as she circled it slowly, speeding up when she couldn’t be slow any longer. Parting her labia, she rubbed up and down until her fingers were coated with honey. She wanted her Daddy’s cock, but she’d settle for two pumping fingers. 

Two fingers thrusting, she rubbed her clit with other hand, working her hips as the orgasm built. It felt like it started in her belly, more of the electric charge that was ready to spark at any second. 

She was right there, so close to coming she whined with the need. Her hips gyrated harder as she reached for it. 

“Oh, please! Daddy…”

“‘Please’, what, kitten?”

His voice was hard, breaking through the haze gripping her. Her rhythm stuttered and she gasped as she met his eyes. He was dressed in jeans and a button down, arms crossed over his chest as he stared intently at her hands buried in her cunt. There was hunger in his eyes and a touch of disappointment. 

“Daddy.” She licked her lips as she removed her hands from between her thighs. “I’m sorry, Daddy.”

He raised an eyebrow, watching as she licked her sticky fingers. “Not sorry enough. What is our rule, kitten?” 

“I have to ask to play.” She looked away, her face burning. While her coloring hid it, there was no getting away from her slip. She was a bad girl and she knew it. It was hard not to fidget as guilt swept over her. 

“And?” His voice registered closer and she looked to find him standing at the side of the bed. 

“And ask Daddy to come.” 

He stared down at her, his eyes tracking over her nude body, seeming to contemplate things. She wanted to wiggle and preen for him, but didn’t want to get herself in more trouble. It didn’t help at all the way his cock pressed against the zipper of his jeans, tempting her to more badness. 

“Would you like to come, kitten?”

Her eyes snapped to his. There was something hidden in those words she was missing, but if he was offering… 

“Yes, Daddy.”

His smile made her worry. What was he planning? 

The room smelled like her sex. It was hard to be displeased with her when she looked so pretty, but his little kitty needed to remember why he was in charge. 

He settled himself in the bed beside her. He looked over at where she lay, her brown skin glistening with sweat from her unauthorized play. She peeked back at him with slightly unfocused eyes, suspicion covering her face. He wanted to tease her body, touch her wet cunt and tease her tight nipples, but that would only encourage her. 

“Go get your tail, bad kitty.”

She eyed him before rising from the bed to retrieve her tail as instructed.

When she bent to pull open the drawer, her cunt was plump between her thighs and her ass on display. He found himself growling. 

“Hurry, naughty girl, or you don’t get to come.” 

She was quick after that, scurrying back to bed with little of the teasing. He patted his lap and she climbed up to lay across so her lovely bottom was tipped up. 

He anchored her to him with one arm before caressing her slowly. Her skin seemed to shiver as he touched her, her hips arching up as he trailed fingers over the curve. 

Their differences never failed to captivate him each time she submitted to him. It’s the contrast between the two of them that was bewitching. The color of her skin as she lay so willingly across his lap. Skin that was so very different from his own. Skin that would not blush as he struck it, yet it would still feel each impact the same as any other flesh.

He waited until she was moaning with each caress, begging with her body for him to take her. Then he began. 

Where he usually would warm her up, he spanked with quick measured strikes that made her wiggle and cry out. He worked that steady pace, listening as her breathing grew labored and her hands threatened to reach back to protect her bottom. She knew better then that though and he smiled when she clung to his arm at her waist and the edge of the bed in turn. 

After an impressive amount of time, when her tears had started to flow and her bottom was a hot mess, he paused. She collapsed on his lap, her sniffles loud in the room. He didn’t even register the throb in his palm, his mind wholly focused on her wet little cunt. 

“Present, kitten.” 

She moved slow, climbing from his lap with sniffles and gasps. After a few moments she was facedown in the bed, her hot bottom raised in the air. Tentatively, as though she was scared to touch herself, she spread her bottom apart so her asshole appeared. 

“Good girl.” 

He rose from the bed to step behind her. Wetness covered her cunt, coating her inner thighs. He took the bulb of the tail, rubbing the plug along her lips and dipping it deep inside her until it was sopping wet. 

When he pressed it against her hole, her groan made him hum with pleasure. 

“That’s it, kitten. Take it like a good girl.”

Her body opened, swallowing the plug until it was seated in her body. Her black and white tail looked pretty against her skin. 

“Thank you, Daddy.” 

The way she whispered her thanks broke him. He pulled her back towards him, unfastening his jeans with his other hand. She reached back to hold her tail up for him, and he murmured his praise as he slid into her wetness. 

The heat of her bottom warmed his skin the same way her cunt warmed his cock. He wanted to push her into the bed and fuck her hard. 

“Oh gosh, Daddy,” she moaned out as he buried himself deep again. “I feel so full.” 

He gripped her hair to pull her up, thrusting hard into her. It wasn’t long until she was begging for him.

“Please, Daddy. Please.”

Her cunt gripped him, sucked him in, called for him to spill. He yanked hard at her hair to remind her. 

“Please, what?” He hissed into her ear. 

“Please, Daddy. Please, may I come, Daddy?”

Her hand gripped the sheets, pulling them as he fucked her hard. She was a very good girl and kept his tail high for him. She’d earned her orgasm and he his. 

“You may come, kitten.” He dug his fingers into her sore bottom as she exploded around him. 

“Oh, Daddy. Thank you.” 

Listening to her cry out. For. Him. Her cunt clenching around him, pulled him over the edge. He growled as he emptied himself into her body. 

“That’s my good kitten.” He murmured. “That’s my good girl.” 

Yes, Sir

I heard his footsteps on the carpet. Nothing loud or noticeable, but anticipation had sharpened my senses so even his light tread made my ears perk up.

My eyes remained shut as he requested, no blindfold just his command to obey. Just his promise of pleasure if I’ve been a good girl.

Resisting the urge to squirm was difficult, but my body reacted in other ways to his approach. The air sensitized my body, sending goosebumps along my skin. My nipples furled tight as though reaching for him. As my heart beat wild in my chest, I captured my lower lip in my teeth to keep from whimpering for him.

“Here’s my pretty pet.”

His voice, a low timber that tickled along my spine, made me tremble. He was near and I longed for him to touch me.

I could feel his warmth heating my skin. My body, bare and eager, ready for him.

Fingertips brush along my shoulder and I do whimper. He’ll tease until I beg or break, and I swallowed back more whimpers as he continued to draw calloused fingers over my body.

“Open your eyes. Were you a good girl today?”

I take him in. He’s dressed casually, comfortable in his jeans and work shirt. He appeared unassuming, but I know who he is beneath the laid back appearance. I know what he’s capable of doing to my body.

I took a breath to steady myself before I speak. Even then my reply is more breathless than I thought possible.

“Yes, sir. I was good for you.”

He hummed low before his hand slipped between my thighs from behind, palming my cunt. I parted my thighs, but barely resisted the urge to rub against that resting hand.

“And what do good girls get?”

He cirlced around to my front without releasing me so we were chest to chest. I drew in a deep breath, taking in the warm scent of him. I’m not sure where he’s been, but he smells of trees and sunshine and I want to lean into him.

“Good girls get spankings.”

“After they kneel pretty for their Sir.”

When he released me with a pinch at my clit, I just contain my gasp. I slipped to my knees with only a slight wobble, placing my hands palm up on my thighs when I’ve settled on my heels.

“Good girl.”

His praise excited me and made me smile. Even after hearing it so often, I still felt that spike of arousal when he told me I’m good.

“Now down.”

I wend to my forearms, lowering my head to the ground and my ass in the air. I spread my thighs wide, hiding nothing.

“How many?”

My ass wiggled at that question, my clit throbbed at the promise of pain.  He palmed my cunt again and I went still.

“As many as you think I need, sir.”

He only laughs. “You may regret that answer, pet.”

The feel of soft leather teased my back. I don’t tell him I won’t regret it at all. He knew my limits and he’d take me right to the edge.

I couldn’t be silent when the flogger fell. It’s my release and I must let it fall from my lips.

I lifted ass higher, I rocked back into each blow, and I thank him.

“Thank you, sir.”


“Come this way.”

The woman moved past him and he hesitated a moment before following after her. His mind was torn between uncertainty and arousal with each step he took after her, the red laces trailing down the back of her corset a bright light in the dimness of the hallway.

Her hips swayed and her hills clicked on the tiled floor, each stoking his conflicting emotions until he felt breathless and a little dizzy. The longer they walked the more he considered bolting, ending things before they could begin.

Before he could act on the thought, she stopped in front of a red, padded door. She gave a quick twist and pushed inward, disappearing inside without a word.

The room was stark white, bare expect for a bed. One wall had a variety of implements he couldn’t even begin to identify, but sent his heart racing so fast he feared it would beat out of his chest.

He was left on the threshold, teetering on the brink.

“If you leave, you’ll wonder for the rest of your life if this is everything you’ve dreamed about.”

She stood facing him now, a smile on her pink lips. Her slender fingers traced along a black flogger, stroking the strands in a way he could feel on his skin. The corset was lower now, revealing more of her breasts as they spilled over the top. She was sexy, elegant, and alluring. Strength and power radiated from her as she waited for him to decide.

“Don’t you want to know?”

One brow lifted, her face patient and challenging in kind.

He wanted to know desperately. His body throbbed with the need to understand what he dreamed about, wrote about, masturbated to every single night. The need had become tangible in the last few months, permeating every thought he had until he’d found himself researching places to play out the fantasy.

It wasn’t as though he entered into this blind. Why did he hesitate now?

The beauty before him continued to wait for him, that smile on her face and certainty in her eyes as though she knew which way he’d go.

He stepped over the threshold into the room, a racing heart and total need driving him.

Her smile was smug for one brief moment before all friendliness disappeared. She approached him like a lion stalking prey and he stood frozen. When she was within inches of him, her honeyed scent swirling around him, she touched a fingertip to his chin. The glint was back in her eyes and his cock hardened from the control he saw in those depths.

“In this room, you belong to me. I take care of and discipline those that belong to me. Now strip.”

A switch flipped in his mind and from those words alone he found himself in a different mindset. With each piece of clothing he removed, under the gaze of his mistress, he became something more. He became the thing of his fantasies.

Her pet.

Flash 9 

A continuation of sorts  

670 words

“You are lovely, Honey.”

He murmured his appreciation and enjoyed the way she shivered as he caressed her flank. Her pussy peeped from between her thighs in the most enticing way and her full ass tipped up just inviting him to sink his teeth in.

This was meant to be pure punishment, he reminded himself that. But watching her wiggle had his cock pressing hard to the zipper of his jeans.

He tried to remember his anger. God, it ate him up that she didn’t come to him when she made mistakes. It hurt if he was honest. She had gotten better and he knew her past played a role, but it didn’t stop the hurt from bubbling up from her lack of trust in him. Coming to him, asking for help, admitting she needed him were important to him.

“How many?”

She glanced over her shoulder at him, her brown eyes the color of chocolate, wide with uncertainty and desire. There was no way she knew how sexy she was displayed over the couch. Her tongue darted out to lick her lips and he bit back a groan. Holding on to his stern expression, he waited for her to answer.

“Um… Ten?”

He simply began unhooking his belt and kept his gaze steady on her. One eyebrow lifted as he waited to see how many more she’d ask to receive.

She twitched, her bottom swaying as she tried not to move too much. Indecision warred on her face and he’d give anything to hear her thoughts, but waited patiently instead. When she turned back around and held still for him he felt his heart warm.

“As many as you think I need, Daddy. I trust you… I trust you to discipline me how I need it most.”

The husky tone of her voice affected him deeply, quelling what remained of his anger. Her cheek pressed into the cushion of the couch, her eyes closed and face relaxed. Her total submission was written in the lines of her body.

“That’s my Honey girl,” he whispered.

He warmed her up with his hand, alternating strokes on each cheek until he could feel heat rising from her skin. She remained silent except for the occasional hitch in her breath when he brought his hand down on a spot over and over.

“Such a good girl, Honey.” He stepped behind her to grip a cheek. “Now I want you to take the belt without moving.”

He didn’t give her any time to prep before he laid the first stripe across her ass. A red mark bloomed and he nearly dropped the belt and took her then. He checked his need and resumed the spanking, just tempering his strength.

Her whimpers filled the room, adding to the chorus of the belt impacting her flesh. It was a glorious sound that eased his tension.

When her ass looked bright red and her attempts to remain still were proving too much, he dropped the belt to the ground. He quickly shucked his jeans and underwear and buried himself deep inside her. Her body, wet and tight, welcomed him like an old friend.

It was a long moment before he could even speak. “I love you, Honey. I discipline you because I love you and to remind you to always to come to me. I want to keep you safe and I can’t do that if you lie.”

“Thank you, Daddy. I’m sorry.” Her breathy voice was full of so many emotions. “I love you, too.”

He pulled out and thrust back in, loving the heat of her bottom against him and the pleasure/pain in her gasp. She spasmed around him and he groaned.

“No coming, baby. This is for Daddy’s pleasure, understand?” He thrust again, needing to spill so bad but wanting to finish her lesson.

“I won’t,” she cried, her back arched. “I promise to be good.”

He grunted to acknowledge her obedience and then lost himself in her beautiful body. His sweet Honey girl.

Flash 8

1000 words

“Honey girl, I need to see you.”

She froze in the brushing of her hair, hearing the command in his voice. He stood in the doorway of the bedroom, his gaze an unreadable mask as his eyes swept her seated figure. Uh oh. There was no hiding the wide-eyed expression on her face as she stared at him in the mirror. Dread bloomed in her belly and she swallowed around the dryness in her throat. He didn’t offer his usual smile when she gave him a tentative one and the made her anxiety and dread worse.

“Now, Honey.”

She jumped as his voice cracked like a whip through the room. “Yes, Daddy.”

He turned on his heels and left her fretting for a beat or two before she followed him into the living room. She made to sit at his feet when he settled into his leather chair, but he stopped her with a shake of his head and a firm no. She stood fidgeting while waiting for his next order.

“Strip and then assume your position.”

This was no seductive striptease, she removed her clothes quickly under his hard gaze. She folded them and placed them at his feet where she longed to be. Linking her arms behind her back, she thrust her breasts out and parted her legs. Dropping her eyes to the grounded, she held the tremors at bay while she waited for his inspection.

She could feel his eyes roving over her. A flush started under her skin, her nipples tightening and her sex growing damp under his gaze. In spite of the anxiety plaguing her, he still had the power to arouse her with a look.

The silence made her nervous. She could feel his displeasure and knew a hefty punishment was coming. He never disciplined her when he was angry. No, he waited until he’d cooled off and had time to devise a suitable act to remind her that she still needed correction. The time he’d corrected her for taking the car out in a pretty brutal snowstorm still made her bottom tremble and her pussy ache. He gave her a hell of a spanking and edged her for a week until she throbbed like a live wire.

“I had an interesting conversation I had with the credit card company today.”

She just stopped herself from moving. Shit. She was in deep trouble. How could she have forgotten about her little mistake with his car? He was going to kill her.



There was no stopping her tremble now. Her knees wobbled for a moment before she locked them.

“I’m disappointed in you, Kathleen.” Just saying her name brought her tears to the surface. Not only the use of her name, but the sadness in his voice. Her heart ached. She opened her mouth, but shut again with a snap. “Smart girl.”

She heard him rise from his chair and brush by her. Experience told her not to move until her released her so she remained in place, silent tears rolling down her face.

Disappointing him tore her up, but she couldn’t seem to behave. He was good to her in so many ways and she struggled to squash the bratty, rebellious streak that lived in her.

When he returned, he strode to her and placed a hand on the back of her neck. The whip came into view and her silent tears turned fell in a torrent.

“You’re my Honey girl, make no mistake. I knew what I was getting into with you when I made you mine, but sometimes I wonder if you knew what you were getting in to with me. I love you, Honey, but you can’t keep things from me or disregard my orders. Today, I’m going to have to remind you what it means to be my baby girl.”

The whip disappeared from sight. She watched as his fingers came in to view to tease her nipple. Not gentle caresses, but hard pinches that brought it to a throbbing point. He went to work on the other until it throbbed too.

“A firm hand is what my baby needs. My Honey girl wants that, doesn’t she?”

Before she could answer the hand at her neck disappeared and landed on her ass. She couldn’t help her yelp of surprise.

“She acts up when she wants attention. Behaves badly so I can show her I care.” Her brought her head back with a sharp yank of her hair. “Don’t worry, Honey, Daddy is going to show you how much her cares about you.”

The fire in his eyes consumed her. Hunger and leashed control blazed back at her, and ignited all the soft parts inside her.

“Present those pretty breasts to me.”

Releasing her arms, she lifted breasts up like an offering. He murmured his approval before dipping down to capture one hard peak in his mouth. The wet heat made her pussy spasm, each suck adding to her mounting need. Her eyes slid shut under the sensation and then flew open when the sharp bite of a clamp closed around one nipple. Oooh God.

“Uh uh, don’t move. Present them to me and take your punishment.”

She kept them lifted, trembling as she watched him lave and suck the other. Knowing the pain was coming only served to double her arousal until she nearly collapsed when he applied the second clamp.

“I should clamp your little clitty, but I think I have a better way to show it attention.”

The part in question seemed to grow under his attention. Not the kind you want, she berated it silently.

“Over the arm of the couch. Legs spread, on tip toe with that lovely ass of yours as high as you can get it. I have plans for you, Honey.”

She swallowed hard as she met his eyes. He promised a lot with that look and she was both aroused and scared.

“Yes, Daddy,” she mumbled as she turned to obey.

To be continued? 

Little S

He was specific with his instructions that day down to the color heels I needed to wear. His office by 11:45am bent over the front of his desk. No bra or panties, my white blouse unbuttoned just until my breasts spill out, my black mini skirt flipped up over my back, legs parted and elbows on the shiny mahogany top, with the tips of my racer-red pumps pressed to the wood.

Eyes closed when you get in place and don’t move a muscle or you’ll feel the cane tonight.”

I swallowed reflectively as I recalled the way his eyes glinted when he issued that command. The whoosh of the cane echoes in my ear and the remembered flash of fire on my skin holds me still, but I can’t ignore the telltale ache of my pussy at being punished.

Even as fear holds me immobile, my need to please coupled with my anticipation serve to render me a quivering, wet mess within moments of positioning myself over his desk.

The air conditioning cuts on, caressing between my spread thighs and raising my nipples into tight buds. My breath comes in heavy pants the longer I stand, and I have to press my palms hard to the desk to keep from massaging my engorged clit.

Time slows as I wait for him to enter his domain and then enter me, a thing he has dominion over. I shake harder as I consider what he’ll do when he finds me here. Which of His holes will he claim first? My mouth waters to have him there, the steely length of him sliding into my throat fast and hard. Cream dews my thighs as I think about him taking me there, my pussy squelching obscenely as he grips my hips and drills me with his cock. The air brushes between my thighs, causing the tight ring of my ass to clench in anticipation of feeling him there…

The fantasizing serves to key me up so much I miss the door opening. My attention fixes only on finding relief for the emptiness and need plaguing my body. I want cock, His cock, and I want it immediately. I shift in my place as the ache blooms full, but froze when fingertips tickle along the swell of my ass.

“Very good. You look perfect and I’ll enjoy having you for lunch.” His finger presses to my puckered hole and I groan at the teasing pressure. “Perhaps I’ll share you with my colleague who stopped in for a meeting.”

My brain catches up to what he says and a gasp leaves my lips. Without thinking, I open my eyes to glance around the room, searching for that mysterious person. The sharp slap on my hip has me turning forward, but I still scan the periphery.

“Uh uh, eyes closed.” He taps me lightly across the same spot, fanning the sting out over my skin. I shut my eyes a feeling of shame washing over me at my slip. “You were doing so well, too. Now I’ll have to discipline you.”

His voice was almost a physical thing, causing a clench low in my belly. The fear stoked my fire instead of diminishing it until I want his discipline. Even the strike of the cane sounded good if it meant I could feel him against me.

“Please,” I whisper as desperation colors my tone.

“So you want your licks now?” He cups my pussy, His pussy, and I arch into his palm. “Be my good girl and count for me. No noise.”

I nod my assent, my heart racing as I place my cheek on desk and lift my ass high. His hand leaves me and I barely suppress my wiggle.

The strike, when it comes, touches not the upturned flesh of my ass, but the vulnerable lips of my pussy. The surprise more than the pain steals my breath for a beat or two before I push a word out.


Then again, the whole of his hand claps my wet opening and hard clit. “Two,” I gasp out. The next blow harder as I struggle to assimilate the sensations his touch elicits.


He strikes, I count. “Four… Five… Six…” Until my legs quiver, my cunt throbs, and the beginnings of an orgasm brew in my belly from the steady lick of pain.

After I manage twenty strikes, his long fingers  cup me again as he leans over me to press his lips to my ear.

“And doesn’t my pussy feel so fat and hot and sloppy wet now. I bet you could cum with barely a touch. Maybe my cock in your throat would send you over, huh? Would me fucking that pretty mouth of yours be enough?”

I can barely speak. A garbled sound tumbles from me, affirming what he does to me with so little effort. Whatever he wants I’d do. Whatever.

He grabs a fistful of my hair and yanks my face up. I keep my eyes shut until he demands in the seductive voice of his that I open and meet his gaze. They’re dark with lust and something that pulls at the submissive in me. I want to obey more than anything else.

Holding my gaze, commanding me without a word, captivating me with this simple act of possession. He holds me enthrall.

“I want you to come for me now.”

Just his words blooming in my mind are enough to shatter me. As I convulse, my whole body a ball of rippling ecstasy, he slips his cock into my open mouth. Even in the height of my orgasm I’m eager to serve him. I suck greedily, hungry for him and needing him to feel my desire to give.

That is true pleasure for me.