Over the Knee

by Ashe Barker, Lily Harlem, Katy Swann, Wendi Zwaduk, Lucy Felthouse, Dolly Watt

  “I want to hear you begging for it,” said Leo. “I want you to beg me to make you come.”

  “Please,” whispered Emma. “Please do it.”

  “Sorry?” said Leo. “I didn’t quite catch that.”

  Emma raised her voice a fraction, feeling shy. “Please.”

  Leo laughed softly and gave her clitoris a couple of light nudges, drawing whimpers of need from her. “Not good enough, Miss Willoughby. I’m not convinced you want it badly enough.”

  “I do,” gasped Emma.

  “Really?” With agonizing slowness, the earl slid two fingers deep into her wet pussy and teasingly rubbed her sweet spot. “Is that nice?”

  “God, yes,” breathed Emma. “More. Please, more.”

  “More what?”

  “More!”

  “More fingers?” asked the earl smoothly. “More fingers to fill you up and fuck you?”

  “Yes. Please yes!”

  The earl reached between Emma’s legs with his other hand and let his fingers drift over her hard, throbbing clit. Emma wailed in bliss and frustration, craving a firmer touch. Expertly, Leo rubbed her inside and out, his steady, controlled ministrations causing pressure to build at Emma’s core. Shivers raced toward her center, turning her knees even weaker. She gripped the table edge, her gasps of pleasure gathering speed. But all too soon, Leo slowed until his hands were motionless.

  “Don’t stop,” pleaded Emma.

  Leo began to withdraw his fingers, pressing hard on her inner walls as he did so.

  “No,” whimpered Emma.

  “What do you want?”

  “More, please!”

  “Do you want to come?”

  “Yes.”

  Leo rolled the plump, slippery bead of her clit for a few seconds, driving Emma toward her peak. Then again he held still.

  “I’m not going to make you come,” he said, “until I hear the desperation in your voice. Until I’m convinced there’s nothing more you want in the world than release. Until you’re begging me to show you mercy. Prove it to me, Miss Willoughby. Tell me exactly what you want and I’ll decide whether to give it to you.”

  “Please make me come,” said Emma, her voice strained with hunger. “I’m begging you, please.”

  “And once more with feeling,” said Leo sarcastically.

  Emma whined in frustration. What could she do to persuade him she meant it? Wasn’t this enough?

  “Please, please, please,” she said. “Fill me up with your fingers. Fuck me with them hard. Please.”

  “Getting better,” said Leo. “I’m starting to believe you. What’s that little word?”

  “Please?” ventured Emma, confused because she felt as if she’d uttered it a thousand times already.

  “No. Not that one.”

  Emma racked her brains until the penny dropped. “Please, Sir!” she exclaimed.

  “Good girl. Now let’s try that again, shall we?”

  “Please, Sir,” wailed Emma. “Please make me come, Sir. Please fuck me with your fingers. Fuck me with your cock. Sir. Please, Sir, I’m begging you. Fuck me with anything you want. Sir! Please, Sir. Just make me come, Sir.”

  “Delightful,” said Leo. “I knew you had it in you. Knew you had the capacity to be a greedy, filthy-mouthed slut. Let’s ease the pressure a touch, shall we? Your reward. How’s this?” As he spoke, he carefully forced three hard fingers into Emma’s hot wet pussy, forcing her tightness open and packing her with flesh. “Nice?”

  “Yes, yes. Thank you, Sir!”

  Leo began to ease his fingers back and forth while circling his other fingers on the throbbing bud of her clit. Emma gasped and groaned, already close to coming.

  “Dirty little slut,” said Leo approvingly as he quickened his pace. “Aren’t you?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Tell me,” he ordered. “Tell me what you are.”

  “I’m a dirty, little slut, Sir.”

  “That’s right. Play with yourself, slut. Play with your clit then I can give it to you good and hard in your pussy.”

  He withdrew his fingers from her clitoris, and Emma reached between her thighs to replace his touch. She was shocked to feel how enormous her clit had grown and wasted no time in rubbing it hard. As she did so, Leo grabbed her hair, clawing into her updo and holding her head at an angle. Emma had to arch her neck backward to ease the pain of his grip. With his other hand, Leo began ruthlessly slamming into her wet, slippery pussy, ramming his fingers deep, his knuckles banging into her softness.

  “You won’t be in a hurry to forget this lesson, will you?” he growled. “Raw, pink arse and a sore, stretched pussy. That’ll remind you to show me some fucking respect, won’t it?”

  “Yes, Sir!” wailed Emma. “Oh God, I’m coming, I’m coming, Sir.”

  “Good girl,” said Leo, still pounding hard and fast. “Come for me, go on. Come for me then I’ll fuck you till you’re begging me to stop.”

  Emma trusted him enough to know he would stop when she wanted him to but the pretense that he might not thrilled her. She howled as the ecstatic tension reached its height and shattered apart, sending paroxysms of head-spinning bliss coursing through her veins. Her entire body shook as her climax gripped, overwhelming her with sensation, her mind blanked out by a pure white light. Leo continued to thrust as she came, his hard, thumping hand forcing hot juices to spill from her soaked pussy.

  “Spectacular,” enthused Leo, pulling his hand free and releasing Emma’s hair.

  Stunned by the intensity of her climax, Emma stumbled forward to support herself with the desk. Behind her Leo unzipped, the rasp of metal loud in the library’s quietness.

  “Bend over,” he said.

  Emma collapsed face forward onto the desk’s green leather surface just as Leo swiftly moved the precious Victorian journal out of harm’s way. Emma had a momentary awareness that she was betraying the preservation values of her archivist self but at that point, she didn’t give a damn. The book could spontaneously combust for all she cared. The library could burn to the ground like the ancient Library of Alexandria. All she wanted was to feel Leo’s cock sliding into her tender, wet sex, pounding her with relentless, thrusting pleasure. Even though she’d only just come, she was still greedy for more. She couldn’t imagine ever having her fill of Leo. She was ravenous for him, her body still simmering from the new delights of being humiliated and spanked. She fancied he could suggest anything, no matter how filthy, and she’d love it.

  Leo moved behind her and leveled the head of his stiff, naked cock at her creamily wet entrance. He shoved forward, his solid girth widening her pussy as he drove in high and deep. Emma groaned, her wet, swollen walls hugging Leo’s tumescent shaft as he began fucking so hard it felt like further punishment. He grabbed her buttocks, sinking his fingers into her blistering flesh and banging her backward to meet his thrusts. Emma reached between her legs to touch herself again.

  “Wait!” insisted Leo. “No touching until I tell you.”

  Emma whined in dismay and thumped her fists on the desk. Leo plowed on, his merciless grip and driving cock turning Emma dizzy with bliss and longing. Her body was ablaze with need, and by the time Leo gave her permission to touch herself, she was on the brink of coming again.

  “I’m going to come,” gasped Leo. “Going to spurt my hot jizz inside you. Come with me.”

  Emma returned her fingers to her bulging clit.

  “I’m going to count down from ten,” said Leo. “Then I’m going to give it to you. Ten… Nine…”

  Emma whimpered, unsure if she could last that long. She eased off from touching herself until Leo reached four.

  “Three,” he panted.

  Emma rubbed her clit as Leo plunged his cock into her depths, his savage thrusts filling her to capacity. Tremors rippled up and down her thighs, intensity tightening inside her.

  Leo grunted then gasped, “Two”—quickly followed by—”one,” and a long groan punctuated by snatche
s of breath. Emma felt him shudder his hot cum into her pussy, his thighs quivering against hers as his body stiffened, his clawed fingers digging into her buttocks. The noise of his pleasure rushed Emma to the brink and she cried out with him, her climax holding her in its rapturous, pulsating clutches.

  Together, they were still and silent save for their ragged breathing until Leo slumped behind her, releasing his grip on her cheeks.

  “Well done,” murmured Leo. “You’re very compliant.”

  “Thank you, Sir,” managed Emma.

  After a while, Leo withdrew from her. “I think your training should continue tomorrow, don’t you?”

  “My training?” echoed Emma.

  She pushed herself up off the desk, turning to see Leo hitching up his jeans.

  “Yes,” he replied. “I want to ensure I have your absolute submission and respect. If you disappoint me in any way during this training, I’ll have to punish you until you get the message. Agreed?”

  Emma smoothed down her skirt. “Well, I guess so.”

  Leo raised his eyebrows at her, a faint smile on his lips. “I’m sorry?” he said.

  Emma caught his meaning and grinned. “Agreed,” she said. “Sir.”

  “Good girl,” said Leo. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have work to do. Let yourself out when you’re done here. When you return tomorrow, make sure you aren’t wearing any panties. And I want you here at nine o’clock sharp. Okay?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Leo smiled and leaned in to press a brief but hungry kiss to her lips. He slid his hand down to caress her buttocks through her skirt then he broke away.

  “Perfect,” he said, landing a smart, hard crack on the fleshy underside of her bottom. “Until tomorrow, Miss Willoughby.”

  “Until tomorrow, Sir.”

  Chapter Two

  After visiting the earl, Emma had spent much of the night unable to sleep—not from excitement, although it was certainly there, but from guilt. If she’d been operating with professional integrity, she would have told the earl on day one that the county library would never be able to make on offer on his rare, antiquarian books. The books were worth far more than she’d anticipated and funds were low. They couldn’t allocate money to purchasing a collection that undoubtedly had historical interest but was far too obscene to be exhibited. Even if they could have afforded to buy, the county library didn’t have the space to store such books for reference purposes only. She should have told the earl it was a non-starter and suggest he seek a private buyer or donate them to the British Library.

  But she was pretending the deal was still potentially viable so she could return to Ashlaine Hall for a spanking. She wondered how long she could spin out the pretense. After all, Leo had been quick to declare he wasn’t the marrying kind when she’d first arrived at his home, so presumably he wasn’t the commitment kind either. He was most likely taking advantage of Emma’s presence to get his kinky kicks while he could. On the plus side, if he was merely using her, Emma guessed he wouldn’t mind if she was being economical about the truth concerning his private library. The deception was of mutual benefit. The difficulty would arise when, at the end of her pseudo, in-depth assessment of his collection, she’d have to break the gloomy news to him and confess. And the lie would sour the connection, putting the kibosh on the prospect of anything serious developing between them.

  Despite her anxieties, Emma was desperate to continue on the track she was already on. The need to do so was all-consuming. She’d had a taste of spanking and submission, and the feelings they provoked couldn’t be put back in their box. How was it possible that a man she barely knew could affect her in this way? Had she always had the potential to grow hot at the thought of being spanked? Or did the earl have something about him that generated this passion to be bent over, ready to receive whatever punishment he saw fit to dole out? All Emma really knew was that her buttocks craved the sting of the earl’s cool, cruel hand, and her heart craved him overwhelming her.

  When she woke the next morning, Emma’s eagerness to see Leo outweighed her tiredness and she was at the door of his manor house for nine o’clock prompt, just as instructed. Her heart was hammering, her hands were clammy, and her sex was already growing wet.

  Leo opened the door, looking as gorgeous as he had done yesterday, and gave Emma an assessing gaze, his eyes trawling her from head to toe. Again, Emma wore a smart business suit, but with a significantly tighter skirt. Leo wore soft, faded jeans, buckled with the belt he’d used on her the previous day, and his shirt was pale tangerine, sleeves rolled to the elbow as if he meant business. His face remained expressionless as he checked his wrist watch. The sight of his forearms, corded with muscle and thickly-haired, sent a shard of lust to Emma’s groin.

  “Sixteen seconds late,” he said.

  “But—” protested Emma.

  “I’ll let it pass this time,” Leo replied. “But be warned—any further sloppiness and disrespect will be met with a firm hand.”

  The words ‘firm hand’ sent a hundred thrills shivering through Emma’s body, and she immediately cottoned on to the kinky game they were playing. She could foresee that whatever she did today, she would be misbehaving in some way, breaking spurious, unknown rules laid down by Leo for the sole purpose of giving him an excuse to administer due punishment. Emma’s heartbeat quickened as she followed the earl into the grand entrance hall, stopping when he turned to address her.

  “You are interested in buying the books, aren’t you?”

  “Oh, absolutely,” replied Emma. “It’s a unique collection and will be an invaluable addition to the library. I’ll need to make a thorough assessment before we can discuss a price, of course.”

  “Excellent,” said Leo. “And yes, of course. A thorough assessment. I take it there’s no urgency on your part to complete this task.”

  “No, not at all. If these things are to be done properly, it’s advisable not to rush.”

  “Perfect. Then show me you aren’t wearing panties,” replied Leo, grabbing her by the hips.

  Emma’s heart leaped at Leo’s sudden change in tone. He spun her around for his inspection and ran a hand over her figure-hugging skirt. A rush of moisture flooded her pussy as he caressed her buttocks with a gentle touch.

  “Good girl,” he said. “Precisely what I asked for. Now why don’t you lead the way up the stairs and I’ll follow. See if you can walk ahead of me without being provocative.” He turned Emma to face him. “I know it’s difficult for someone like you,” he went on. “But try. Try to be decent, for a change. And remember what you’ve got coming to you if you fail.”

  Leo released her and swiped her bottom with a playful, warning slap. Emma tottered before turning to walk ahead. Her heels clicked on the checkered tiles as she crossed to the grand staircase. She tried not to sashay too obviously but already knew she was deliciously doomed. With her hand on the oak banister, she ascended the broad marble stairs with steady grace, aware of Leo behind her, his gaze scrutinizing her backside.

  “You walk like a slut,” said Leo. “I can see it in your every move.”

  Emma’s heart contracted at his scolding tone, and arousal drummed between her thighs. Despite her lust, she winced at hearing his crude, brazen words in such an open space. Supposing a member of staff heard him? Leo might not care about that, since he was lord of the manor, but Emma cared. Mind you, the place wasn’t exactly teeming with staff so perhaps they were safe.

  “You’re longing for it, aren’t you?” Leo continued. “Longing to get spanked and fucked.”

  Emma was too shy to reply but a ferocious need coursed through her body, a jumble of emotions swirling within her. She’d never known a desire so strong and strange.

  “I can’t hear you,” said Leo. “Are you longing to get spanked and fucked?”

  “Yes, Sir,” she whispered.

  “Thought so.” Leo sprang at her from behind and threw an arm around her waist, knocking her off balance.

>   Emma squealed as, clasping her tightly, Leo pulled her down with him until he was sat on the wide step, Emma across his thighs, thrashing and protesting. She grabbed an ornate banister post to steady herself and howled as Leo landed a hard slap on her bottom.

  “When I ask you a question, you must reply immediately,” snarled Leo, bringing several blows crashing down onto her buttocks, snug within her pencil skirt.

  Emma beat her feet against the steps, terrified that a servant might see them, wildly scanning the enormous entrance hall through the bars of the banister for signs of life. She met the glass eyes of a stag’s head but no living, breathing creatures were in sight. Surely they wouldn’t be far away. Gasping and writhing, Emma desperately tried to keep quiet so as not to attract attention, but the challenge was beyond her.

  “What must you do?” asked Leo, still spanking her over and over as she squirmed in his lap.

  “Reply, Sir,” she gasped, a hot glow setting her cheeks aflame. “Immediately!”

  “Good girl, you’re learning.” Briefly, Leo stopped slamming his hand onto Emma’s rear and began tugging her skirt up her legs.

  “Oh God,” wailed Emma, fearing he was about to expose her in what could be a public place.

  “Trust me,” said Leo. “I want you to remember this lesson and this is the only way to ensure it. And don’t forget, it’s for your own good.”

  Despite her fears, Emma was thrilled by Leo’s bossiness. She could feel his erection digging into her side through his jeans, jabbing her as he moved. Eagerly, he shoved her tight skirt up past her sheer hold-ups and higher still to bare her buttocks. Cool air breezed over her skin, and she clung to the banister, unable to prevent herself from wriggling in anxiety and hunger. Her swollen pussy throbbed and she couldn’t curtail her cries.

  “If you continue to struggle,” warned Leo, “I’ll have to spank your bare arse even harder.”

  Emma continued to struggle, yelping when Leo’s broad, punishing hand hit her hot, naked flesh.

  “Ah, so you do want it harder,” exulted Leo.

  Again and again, his hand crashed down, the crisp crack of each spank echoing in the reverential silence of the cavernous hall. Straggles of hair came loose from Emma’s updo and danced wildly in her vision. She began to think Leo’s staff must be away, otherwise someone would have arrived by now to investigate the commotion. Unless they were used to such behavior and knew to keep a respectful distance.