“I hear you!” he roared. “I don’t trust myself around you right now.”
She slipped from her chair and headed to his office.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
“To get my purse.”
“Stay. I’ll get it.”
She couldn’t blame him. Who would want a traitor in their office? After closing her eyes, she widened her stance, clasped her hands in front her, and readied herself to see the disgust in his eyes.
“Here.”
She opened her eyes, but he wasn’t looking at her. She apparently wasn’t even worthy of his censure. Her heart broke further. She took a hold of her purse strap, but he didn’t let go.
“If you want to make it up to me, you’ll be here at eight tomorrow morning.”
****
The next morning, Colin paced his office. “I’m not sure she’s going to show. I’m sorry for wasting your time, Mistress Charlie.” He wasn’t sure what bothered him more, that Mary may not show for her punishment or that he might not get to touch her again. He raked his fingers through his hair.
“She’ll be here.” She grasped his shoulders and squeezed. “She called me after I talked to you last night.”
“And what story did she tell you?” He imagined she spun up something that didn’t leave her club application in question.
“Don’t be so quick to judge, Colin. The actions that got her here and with what happened yesterday, it’s all left her quite fragile. One thing is for sure, you made one heck of an impression on her.”
“I had her pegged all wrong.” He shook his head. “I actually thought her innocent.”
“Today’s a new day. Let’s sit and eat the muffins I brought while we wait.”
They sat and talked about her latest renovation on her bed and breakfast and reminisced about a recent collaring ceremony at the club. He continued to check his watch.
“Colin?” A tentative voice called from Jen’s office.
“That must be Mary.” His heart beat faltered. “My staff knows she’s the only one who’s to come back here today.”
“Okay. I’ll wait for you in the dungeon.”
He strode with purpose to get Mary, but her appearance halted him. Her limp hair and swollen naked eyes left nothing of the woman he met yesterday. Only her sweet vanilla scent remained.
“Mary.” He cleared his throat. Her flinch pushed all the wrong buttons. Mistress Charlie was right. She appeared small and almost broken, stripped bare. She’d been planning to mess with his merger. Her obvious discomfort should please him, but it felt like sandpaper over a cut instead.
“Colin.”
“Come with me.” He turned and walked right to the dungeon, determined not to back down from his plans. It didn’t matter that she was punishing herself. He needed her ass red from his hand. He kept walking until he stood by the spanking bench.
He turned and found Mary standing by the door. The tension in her shoulders made him ache. He knew he needed to punish her, but she needed this too. He slipped the buttons free on his shirt and removed the garment.
Mistress Charlie met her at the door and took her hand, pulling her into the room.
“Colin brought me here today for one purpose, to oversee your punishment. You’ve broken his trust. If you submit yourself to his hand and accept his discipline, you both can put this business behind you and move forward.” They stopped several feet in front of him.
“If you present yourself for this punishment and take it without question, you will have atoned for your lies and I will forgive you.” He hadn’t planned to promise her forgiveness. “I wish to spank you ten times with my bare hand and ten times with the paddle.”
She scratched her leg and glanced to his wall of paddles. She must have noticed one of the smaller paddles was missing. He wouldn’t deliver her swats with the larger paddle she preferred.
“Mistress Charlie will stay to witness your punishment. If you call out ‘latte’, she’ll make sure I stop.” He kept reassuring her. He couldn’t seem to stop.
She looked back and forth between them. He imagined it was all sinking in now.
“If you are willing, you need to strip here, now.” He squeezed his fingers into tight fists and then let them relax at his side. He was anxious to get this mess behind him.
She sucked on her lip and turned to Mistress Charlie.
“Honey, you deserve to be forgiven just as much as Colin deserves to punish you.”
She kept her gaze on Mistress Charlie as she removed her clothes. Her fingers moved slowly over the buttons of her blouse. Nothing from today resembled what took place in this room yesterday. No desire burned in her eyes. She could barely look at him. She folded each piece of clothing and set them on the floor at her feet. Mistress Charlie took her hand and led her closer to him.
“Present yourself.”
Mary widened her stance and clasped her hands behind her back.
“Why are you being punished today?”
“Because I came here yesterday under false pretenses, I tried to get the job with the intentions of hurting your merger.”
“Good.” It pleased him that she didn’t add any of her reasoning. Her mind was clear on the purpose of today and he respected her for it. “Position yourself on the bench. I won’t be restraining you today either, even though we have company. I prefer you to keep your position to prove you believe you deserve this.” He motioned to the bench. “Up you go.”
Once she was in position, he rubbed her backside, clutching each cheek to help her center her awareness.
“You’ll count them and thank me for each swat.” He looked to Mistress Charlie.
“What’s your color, Mary?”
“Green, Mistress.”
She nodded to Colin. He took a deep breath, opened his palm, and struck Mary in the center of her right cheek.
“One. Thank you, Sir.”
He got her again on the right side before delivering two on her left. Her skin turned a lovely pink and darkened with each strike. Her responses remained prompt, but her voice faltered with a sob after the eighth smack.
“What’s your color, Mary?” He rubbed her cheeks to help her and his hand release the sting. The heat coming off of her seeped into him and warmed him all over. She honored him with the way she was taking her punishment. Blood rushed to his dick. It seemed he wasn’t doing a very good job of keeping his emotions out of the proceedings.
“Green, Sir.”
He delivered the last spanks in an even rhythm, each were followed by her count and whimpers. He took the paddle from its hiding spot.
“You’re doing well.” He rested his warm hand on the small of her back. “I’m curious as to why you told me at all. I wouldn’t have known about your plan and we could have continued with me none the wiser.”
“I would have known, Sir.” She sniffed and took a slow breath. “I wouldn’t have been able to look you in the eye.” She rubbed her fingers across her face. “We have nothing with this deceit between us and that cuts into my heart.”
“We talked about scening more with each other or was that all part of the scheme too?”
She mumbled something.
“What was that?” He pushed her shoulders back and helped her to rest on her knees so he could look into her eyes.
“No.” She pushed her hair from her face. “I tried to fight my attraction to you. From that first day I saw your picture, I fought it. Then I met you.” She rested the backs of her hands on her knees. “You’re everything I could possibly want in a Dom.” Tears rolled down her face and still she kept eye contact. “You are controlling and fiercely loyal, but the truth is I don’t deserve you.” She pushed forward. Her hands grasped the handles. “Please give me the rest of my punishment.”
“You’re a brave one.” He closed his eyes against the tornado of emotions swirling around his thoughts. The day had started with just one goal. It seemed she was determined to change the course of this day too. Hi
s heart swelled under the pressure.
First, he needed to finish this punishment and release them both from the pain. With the paddle in his right hand, he positioned himself and started in the same pattern as the first round. Two to the right cheek and two to the left.
“Four. Thank you, Sir.” Her sobs picked up their intensity, only breaking apart for intakes of breath and her counting. She cried out each time the paddle connected with her abused rear end.
He considered lessening the strength of his last few hits, but he knew taking pity on her would not lessen her guilt. Finally, it was over.
“Ten. Thank you, Sir.” She gasped as her crying fit took over her fragile frame.
He set down the paddle and picked her up, careful not to put pressure on her ass. She wrapped her arms around his neck like a vise grip. He took her across the room to the bed, set her down on her side, and sat beside her.
“Thank you for telling me the truth.” He set his hand in hers. “I forgive you.”
She burst into a new round of tears.
He stretched both of his legs out onto the bed and pulled her into his arms.
“I’m so sorry.” She buried her face in the crook of his neck.
“You both did well. Now you need to work on putting this behind you.” Mistress Charlie laid a blanket over them. “I’ll give you some privacy. Let me know if you need anything else. I’ll close the door on my way out.”
“I will. Thank you, Charlie.”
“Mary, I’ll call you tomorrow.”
“Thank you, Mistress.”
He continued to hold Mary and she continued to cling to him. After a while, her tears turned to shallow whimpers.
“I don’t know how we can go forward from here.”
“Do you want me to leave?” Her body tensed around him.
“No. Do you want to go?”
“No.”
“We’ll stay here then.” He let his hand roam around her back. Her leg came up over his and he pulled it higher until her hips shifted and settled over him. Her knees clutched his hips and her pussy greeted his hard cock.
He’d been fighting the attraction just like her, but he couldn’t do it anymore. It wasn’t only her beauty and courage that had won him over or her inability to complete her scheme. She’d been willing to risk everything for those kids. Her method might have been reckless but her loyalty was something to be respected.
“You don’t have to make it better, Sir.”
“Do you feel how much I want you?” He guided her hips to rock against him.
“Yes, Sir.” She shifted her hips again.
“The way I see it, you’re forgiven. The park is saved—”
“What?” She rose up and sat slowly on her ass. “Your mom did it?”
“She did.”
She clasped her hands over her mouth. The joy visibly lighting her from the inside brought her eyes back to life.
“We were good together yesterday, weren’t me?”
“Yes, Sir.” Her hands lightly touched his abdomen.
“Now that the punishment and forgiveness are behind us, can we start over?”
“You’d want that?” Her eyebrows pinched together.
“I may not approve of what you almost tried, but you should know I told my client I wouldn’t work on his merger unless we found a solution for the park. I wasn’t about to let a community suffer so my company could profit.”
“You found the solution.” She licked her lips and rubbed at the side of her neck.
“Our goals were the same.” He stroked her leg. “Let’s start again.” He couldn’t stand the thought of anything less.
“I’m honored to have a second chance and I’m going to take it.” She arched her back while presenting her breasts. “My body is open to whatever you want, Sir.”
“You are exquisite.” He took the invitation. His hands wrapped around her breasts, first pushing them high and then his fingers curled around and took hold of her nipples.
With a twist and a tug, he pulled a beautiful moan from her. She rocked once more against his cock.
A second later, he shifted her off of him and stood, making quick work of removing his shoes and pants. There had been many things he’d wanted in his life, but nothing like the need to be inside Mary. She positioned herself on her back while he rolled on a condom.
“Are you sure you want to be on your back? I can’t promise to be gentle.”
“You better not be.”
“You sure are full of surprises, Ms. Mary.” He settled between her legs, spreading kisses from the top of her mound, to each of her nipples, and finally to her luscious lips. “Hold yourself open for me. Show me you’re ready.”
Her knees spread further and her hips rolled as she pulled back her pussy lips. “I’m ready for you, Sir. Please take me.”
He inched up on the bed and the tip of his cock found her completely wet. He slipped in an inch before pulling back out. The sweetness of her heat almost took him right over. With a deep breath, he pushed back in, but this time he didn’t stop. He pushed in further, surrounding himself in sweet pussy.
“Hot damn, you feel good.” His rhythm changed as his need to fuck her hard took hold. The room filled with the beautiful sounds of their bodies meeting over and over again.
Her fingers slipped from her cunt and she reached behind her to the rungs of the headboard. She clenched around him and spread heavenly heat through his body.
Surrounded by her warmth and submission, he let himself go. The power of the moment swelled and exploded. He moaned out his pleasure and swallowed hers in an almost brutal, claiming kiss. His tongue took ownership of her mouth as he thrust into her several more times, only stopping when his cock was fully inside her once more.
“That was incredible,” she gasped while her pussy continued to quiver.
“Agreed. We’re going to have to do it again.” His hands roamed her body.
“When I first looked at your picture, I never would have believed this would happen.”
“Right back at ya, babe.” He rocked inside her, releasing an exquisite sensation. “You’ve unraveled me, Ms. Mary.”
“I know exactly how you feel. I don’t know if I’ll ever get enough of you.” She placed a sweet kiss on his lips. “Plus, you’re my hero. Thank you, Colin.”
“For what?”
“For being you. For saving the park. For punishing me. For forgiving me.” She peeked at him from under her eye lashes. “For wanting me.”
“I do, sweetheart.” He rolled her so she could lie on top of him. “You sound pretty appreciative.”
“I am.” She rested her head on his chest.
“Good, because I still need someone to help me while Jen’s out.”
“I’ll do it.” She sat up and raised both her hands. “Is she okay?”
“Yes. They had twins again. Everyone is doing well.”
“Fabulous news.” She flashed one of her biggest smiles yet.
“Can I hold you to our original plan of working here, playing here, and playing at the club?”
“Yes to everything.”
Epilogue
Six months later
Mary walked around the park hand-in-hand with Colin. She was surrounded by happy people. Her parents had come up from Florida to help them celebrate the park’s opening. Her new boss of about three months, Jane, had come to help them celebrate too. Jen and Lori were playing with their kids in a nice shady spot. The babies were six months old now. The little girl had a new habit of rolling over her brother. They were fun to watch and they adored their Uncle Colin.
Her mom was trading more recipes with Mrs. MacCabe. Yesterday it was shepherd’s pie and today it sounded like corned beef and cabbage. She hoped they talked about whiskey cake soon.
A large group of kids from the home were there as well. The sun was out and shining on everyone.
She looked forward to adding today’s events to her journal. The now daily habit helped her keep th
e connection to her birth mother strong. She looked forward to the day she could pass it to her own kids.
They wound around the park and then sat with Jen and Lori. It wasn’t long before the little girl rolled over to Colin. He picked her up and her sweet giggles erupted from her chubby cheeks.
“You have the most adorable children, Jen.”
“I’m glad you think so, Mary because we plan on having at least two more.”
“Really.” She looked to Colin. “I think I’ll have to make sure Jane lets me help find your temp.”
“Scheming again, sweetheart.”
“Absolutely.” She tapped her fingers together. “Not every candidate will be male. I will include any qualified ladies of a certain age and situation. I’m thinking our mom’s age and married.”
“I love it when you get possessive of me.” He kissed her cheek.
“You love it?”
“You want me to say it again?”
“I do.” Her cheeks pinched under the weight of her smile.
“Ms. Mary, I love you.”
“I love you too.” She kissed him fiercely. “The future is bright.”
“I couldn’t agree with you more.”
The End
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Lauren
Fifteen more minutes…
Make that fourteen minutes and thirty some odd seconds before Lauren could clock out and get to the Thursday line dancing class at Tootsie’s.
“I’m going to need you to stay until seven.”
Oh, hell no. Lauren quickly clicked to a work related tab on her internet browser and, not even looking up at the IT lead said, “I’ve got plans.”
“Me too,” he said, as excited as if he’d just gotten a date with a Victoria’s Secret model. “I’m going out for drinks with the guys upstairs.”
He lumbered toward the small window that abutted her desk. Funny how she worked in the tallest building in downtown Nashville and her view was almost on street level. No scenic shots of the Nashville skyline for her. She scooted her chair in closer to keep him from noticing the way too short for work denim mini shirt that she’d changed into just minutes before he’d barged into her office.
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