“Go on up, I’ll be there soon. Don’t worry if you fall asleep, I can get in,” she whispered as she pretended to clear the table. His dick twitched. Jesus, she really knew how to get to him. He loved her capability. She could enter any room in the hotel at any time and even though he knew that, the way she said it made him feel so special. Chosen. And at the same time aggressively male, as he wanted to show her that despite her independence, she would be his, whether she liked it or not. Never before had a woman aroused such strong emotions in him. He wanted to possess her totally, to squash that brattiness, but he didn’t want to ruin her. The things that riled him were the very things he loved. Talk about confusing! Of course he was wide awake when he heard the click of the lock. Maeve gave him her million-dollar smile when she saw him lying on the bed waiting.
“I thought you’d be asleep,” she said softly.
“Time zone thing. I slept earlier and now it’s only evening in Texas. Come here,” he ordered. He was going to be the controller, not the controlled. He was impressed as she approached the bed unquestioningly.
“Undress,” he continued in the same tone.
He watched as she undid her jacket and laid it carefully over the back of a chair. Ditto the skirt; she undid the button and it slowly slid down her voluptuous hips, pooling at her feet. She bent down to pick it up and her ripe bottom nearly sent him through the roof. Damn, she had those delicious lace panties on again, the ones she was wearing that day when he first spanked her. He was amazed to see that even after the good walloping he had given her earlier, her behind was back to its snow-white hue. Naturally, his immediate inclination was to want to redden it again.
“You like these knickers, I see,” she taunted as she saw his interest pique. Slowly and enticingly she removed them, humming a tune she identified as a Chris De Burgh; ‘Patricia the Stripper.’ It was a new one to him, but it was now his favourite song.
“And with a swing of the hips she started to strip. To tremendous applause she pulled off her drawers,” she tunefully intonated the lyrics.
And at that moment, she slipped her panties off and threw them at his face, laughing at her own wantonness, rising to a crescendo; “For Patricia is the best stripper in town!” He felt somewhat embarrassed. He’d always had a bit of a panties fetish, but it was his best guarded secret. Once again he was torn between admiration for her shrewdness and a desire to put her in her place. He wanted to spank her, but he wanted to fuck her even more. A deliciously torturous dilemma.
He was still debating his options in his head when she took her knickers and wrapped them around his already throbbing cock. The lace was softer than he would have imagined. As he relished the texture, she seemed to have a telepathic link inside his head as she lifted them momentarily to his mouth and nose, torturing him with the tantalising scent and feel. Before he knew it, they were back around his cock as she pulled him off, thrusting the material up and down rapidly on his throbbing penis. There was no resistance in him as he urgently spilled his juice into her underwear, spurred on by his dark desire that had finally been given freedom to fly.
“Naughty, naughty girl,” he admonished. “You really must be punished for that sort of sluttish behaviour.”
“You can’t spank me,” she teased. “There’s a guest in the next room and they might hear you. So you’ll just have to put up with my sluttish behaviour for tonight.”
“You think so? Go stand at the dressing table and bend over it with your delightful derriere protruding.”
“No way,” she giggled.
“Just do it, now.” Her giggles had annoyed him. He was going to leave her in no doubt that he meant business when he gave her an order. His tone caught her attention and she did as he had instructed. She was more biddable than he had expected. He’d seen enough of her fire to date to know it could have gone either way. She obviously enjoyed ceding control to him.
“Bend over more; I want your bottom really protruding,” he ordered from his vantage point on the bed. He had every intention of prolonging the moment. The vision was far too enticing to rush. And as she waited he heard her breathing change to excited anticipation, a low moan escaping her lips. She was having difficulty holding her pose, and he could see she was gyrating her hips ever so slightly, trying to bring some relief.
“Did I give you permission to move? Keep absolutely still,” he demanded. He felt all-powerful as she was bent over doing his bidding. His cock was rock hard again. He was wracking his head trying to figure out how he could spank her quietly. Reluctantly he left his viewing post and approached the wardrobe. Damn, the coat hangers were plastic and not wooden. Still, he should be able to get his point across without too much noise.
“What happens to naughty girls, Maeve?” he whispered huskily in her ear. He rubbed his hands between her legs and felt the pool of hot silky moisture that had gathered, flooding her pussy and smearing the inside of her thighs.
“They get punished,” she breathed, trying to maintain still.
“Ask me to do it. Say ‘please punish me, sir.’” He saw her trembling, but her eyes showed excitement, not fear.
“Please punish me, sir,” she repeated obediently, still whispering.
“I didn’t hear you, Maeve, can you repeat it, please?” he asserted, forcing her to say the words again more loudly. He brought the hanger down on her buttocks with full force, leaving a v-shaped track on her bottom. She jumped up.
“I warned you to stay still; move again and you’ll regret it.”
She tried her best to hold her position and succeeded well as the hanger scorched first one, then another spot on her behind. He hit her low on the tender skin just below her rounded buttocks and she couldn’t stop herself from moving.
“I warned you, and now you must be punished some more,” he said. He ran his fingers between her legs again. “You really are very bad, Maeve; you’re enjoying this too much. What sort of naughty little madam gets all creamy from a spanking?” He fingered her clit until she was ready to scream.
“Don’t you dare come,” he warned, knowing that his saying it would make it all the harder to resist. He penetrated her pussy with his fingers, gathering as much moisture as possible. He could feel her muscles tightening around him ready for climax and he cruelly withdrew them, causing her to emit a low whimper of disappointment. He used her own moisture to lubricate the tight puckered little bottom hole, penetrating it deeply with his finger. Her anus fought the intrusion and she whimpered some more. His sense of mastery was making him feel almost primitive, as a caveman dragging his mate to his bidding.
“Have you something to say?” he asked as his finger was in situ. She looked confused so he prompted her.
“Why are you being punished?”
“For being a naughty slut and taunting you, thinking you couldn’t punish me. I’m sorry, sir.”
That word on her lips made him feel weak at the knees; she was so ripe for him. He withdrew his finger and observed a calm, meek look on her normally fiery features. Fuck. She was Jekyll and Hyde at his bidding.
“Good girl. I can find a way to punish you anywhere, and don’t forget it,” he reminded her. “Now stay like that until I tell you that you can move.”
Larry went to the bathroom to clean up, leaving the door open so he could watch. She really had the most beautiful ass. And in that position her full breasts were hanging down with her nipples peaked with arousal. Donning a condom, he returned to Maeve, still not permitting her to move. He explored her feminine slit with his fingers again and found her to be still wetter if that was even possible. He paid special attention to her clit, massaging it firmly, almost pinching it, between his thumb and forefinger; her arousal was such that his firm touch brought relief rather than pain. But while she moaned her appreciation, she was holding back. Shit, he forgot he had banned her from coming.
“Come for me, honey,” he whispered and his permission was all she had been seeking. Her body erupted with all the ferocity of a too
-long-dormant volcano. He penetrated her finally in the same position and pumped hard, still punishing her with his hard weapon, long and deep, until both were lost in one another’s climax. Entirely spent, they collapsed onto the bed.
“You don’t seem too averse to being spanked after all, young lady,” he teased drowsily.
“Mmm, no, it’s really arousing, it brings sex to a different level,” she agreed.
“Totally…” He was about to continue but noticed she was snoring softly. He was loath to wake her, so he set his phone for a five-thirty alarm to ensure she would be able to steal away unobserved by the other guests. When he lay beside her again, she unconsciously shifted her position, moving in close to his welcoming arms. Sleep eluded him for a time as his body clock was completely messed up and he passed the time trying to figure out a way to have a long-distance relationship that they could handle. He had just found his little piece of heaven and there was no way he was letting it slip away.
Chapter Six
Maeve was flustered and angry. One of the waitresses was a no-show and she hadn’t been able to get a replacement. Bridie had offered to help out, but Maeve was not having her waiting tables. She was an old lady and Maeve knew it killed her feet. That meant she’d have to do it herself, but she was supposed to be going to see the bank manager with Larry and now it would have to be postponed. Now that there was an end in sight to her financial worries, she was impatient to put everything in place and even a day’s delay irritated her.
Some days were just like that; everything went pear-shaped and try as she might, she couldn’t pull them back. Her stroppy streak was making an appearance. Her first thought was to sack the waitress, as this was the third time in the last few weeks she had let her down. If she couldn’t handle her home life then she had no business working at the hotel. Probably a sick child again. Not my problem, thought Maeve angrily. And she could have at least called in instead of just not showing up.
Giving vent to her anger, she called the employee at home. No reply. Probably off on a day’s shopping, she concluded, getting madder by the minute. By the time the answering machine picked up, she was irate.
“Kathleen, it’s Maeve. You can come and pick up your P45 tomorrow and any money you are owed. There are plenty of people who are willing to work, even if you’re not,” she snapped to the machine.
“Who rattled your cage?” Larry asked. She hadn’t even been aware he had come into the office. She went into a rant about the poor waitress.
“Would it not have been more appropriate to find out what the problem was rather than just firing her through her voicemail? You need to think before you act, Maeve.”
“Oh, piss off and keep your nose out of it, I thought I was the manager here,” she snapped.
“You are going to pay for that little outburst, young lady,” he coolly replied.
“I’m warning you, Larry, I’m not in the mood for your macho games today. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to get on with some work.”
“Not so fast.” He grabbed her arm as she tried to barge out past him. “I don’t appreciate being spoken to in that way.” He swatted her behind hard. It was a red rag to a bull.
“How dare you! What we do for fun in the bedroom does not give you the right to chastise me like a child,” she hissed through gritted teeth. “Let go of me now.”
“When I let you go, you need to sit right back down there and calm down. You cannot bring that attitude to the dining room. We will discuss this further in the schoolroom later.”
She knew exactly what he meant by that. And although deep down Maeve could see that he had a point, she was out of line, she was not accepting a spanking for it. Hell, who spanked him if he did something wrong? It was bloody ridiculous. And so chauvinistic.
“No bloody way, Larry. Now I have to go.”
He had given her cause for reflection though and as Maeve approached the dining room, she did her best to get her temper in check. She plastered a professional smile on her face and got on with it. It was a relief to her to see a small lunch crowd, and it passed almost without incident. There was one couple remaining in the dining room when Larry entered.
He took his usual seat. “What can I get you, sir?” Maeve asked caustically. She knew she was antagonising him but didn’t care. She was still mad as hell with him. He didn’t bite and ordered his food pleasantly, but things went downhill from there. One of the customers complained that she had brought him the wrong order. Maeve knew she hadn’t—he had dithered between dishes and had finally settled for something after several changes of mind. But instead of doing the wise thing and simply replacing his order, Maeve had to get the order book and prove she was right. All, of course, being observed by a less-than-impressed Larry. As he saw what was going on, he tried to attract her attention, to remind her to cool down, but Maeve deliberately ignored his interruptions.
“See, you ordered the salmon en croute,” she told the guest, victoriously pointing to her order book. “Now of course if it’s not to your liking we can replace it with something else.” The customer felt he had no option but to accept his meal and there was an unpleasant atmosphere as she carried on serving. She brought an irate Larry his meal.
“You totally humiliated that guest. I will see you in the schoolroom as soon as lunch is over, Maeve, and if you don’t turn up, I can assure you, you’ll regret it. Now to limit the damage you are to bring them another bottle of whatever that wine is, apologise, and tell them the meal is on the house. We cannot afford for them to go on the Internet and tell this story to the whole world on Trip Advisor.”
She hadn’t thought about the consequences when she had climbed on her high horse. Ready finally to listen to reason, she did exactly what was advised and begged the guest’s pardon for bringing her personal issues to work. She was one lucky young lady as the gentleman was gracious in his acceptance, agreeing that the original error had been his and saying he appreciated the gesture.
On balance, she decided she had better go to the schoolhouse as arranged. She had no intention of submitting to a spanking, but just not turning up was only going to anger Larry further, to the point where he may decide not to sign the contract. Although he hadn’t quite said that, Maeve knew he held the trump card. He was already there waiting for her. And he looked majorly pissed off. Maeve spoke first.
“Before you say a thing, you were right, I was out of line, I let my anger at Kathleen and you become a customer’s problem. I’m sorry, I won’t permit it to happen again, but I’m not going to let you spank me for it.”
“Ok,” he replied to her total amazement.
“That’s it? Wow, I was dreading coming to see you. I am sorry, you know.”
“I know, and when you’re ready to face up to it you can come and ask for your punishment. Because I think you will ask in the end. It makes you feel better.”
“Larry, what if I don’t ask, what does that mean to us, and also to your investment?”
“I promised back at the start of our business arrangement that I would not force a spanking on you again, by physical force or indeed financial, and I intend to keep that promise. The answer is, no, it makes no difference to our business arrangement. Our personal arrangement is a little more complex. I’m not going to leave you because you won’t consent to a punishment, but I do know that if you continue to allow your temper run amok, that will make our relationship more difficult as I do expect you to treat me with reasonable courtesy. But once more the answer is no, it won’t make any difference as long as you treat me with the same respect as I give you.”
His reply really floored her. All Maeve had considered was the negative impact of a punishment. It wasn’t the spanking itself she objected to, but rather being forced to acknowledge her faults. But he had laid them bare to her anyway, making her see the longer term consequences. And right now she felt about six inches small as he left the schoolhouse and shut the door behind him, without as much as touching her or smiling. She could see
how disappointed he was in her, which she didn’t like at all. She was twice as disappointed as he was when she returned to work. Her ass might not be sore, but her soul was sick.
She called her friend Orla, finally returned from Spain, to share her woes. Orla always had a great way of finding the humour in any situation even where there was none.
“I don’t believe you! What happened to the customer is always right?” Orla uttered in horror as Maeve told her of her faux pas. “And the Texan saw all this? OMG, Maeve, way to go! So how mad was he?”
“Pretty bloody furious I can tell you. I was afraid he would withdraw his funding but he hasn’t said so, not yet anyway. I’m sure I can ‘talk’ him round.”
“Whaddya mean, talk him round? Wait, you’re not shagging him, are you? God, he’s nearly old enough to be your father. Oh, shit, sorry I shouldn’t have said that to you of all people.”
“S’ok, I know you meant nothing by it. And he’s not that old; he’s thirty-three. And I’m not shagging him, I’m seeing him.”
“Yeah right, bet you’re shagging him too. Is he any good?”
“God, this is so not the point, Orla. I ring you for support and you want the ins and outs of my sex life, no pun intended.” Maeve was laughing now. True, her problem hadn’t gone away, but even talking about Larry with her friend was helping her feel more kindly towards him. “Listen, I better run, but is there any chance you could make it out to the sticks some night soon? It’d be great to see you; you can meet the man himself and we can have a few bevvies and catch up.”
“I’ll find out my work roster and text you; don’t worry, Maeve, it’ll all be fine. Great chatting to you.”
“You too. Thanks, Orla.”
Now that she was more at ease with the world, she was ready to face him again and sent him a text.
Are you still on the hotel grounds? M.
Yes, was the reply. The answer bothered her. It was still terse, cold.
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