by L. J. Dee
I took deep breaths, trying to calm my senses and control the churning nerves as I stood, stripping naked and kneeling, ready for my Dominant and whatever punishment he saw fit to serve me with.
I stared at the floor for what felt like an eternity before the door opened and I forced myself to keep gazing downwards until I was instructed otherwise. It was all in the contract, but I was struggling to remember it right now as my heart began to race, almost choking me with nerves and hoping my silent display of deference would encourage him to go a little easier on me.
“Look at me,” he said, his voice even and calm as I took a deep breath and looked up, an involuntary smile flickering on my lips as I took in that beautiful, unreadable face. “I assume you understand what will happen today, Jess,” he said as I nodded.
“I’d like to know why you think you are being punished,” he said as I held his gaze. I’d had half a mind to protest that because we weren’t in the club it shouldn’t have counted, but after what I’d read last night and just overheard, I knew it wasn’t the right way to play this. I understood full well what the issues were.
“I haven’t been holding up my side of the deal, Sir,” I started, trying to get the tremble in my voice under control. “I acted rashly yesterday and my behaviour was unacceptable. I blamed you for things that weren’t your fault, gave you no opportunity to explain and showed disrespect personally and professionally when I left you in the restaurant. I understand that respect underpins what we have in our partnership and private relationship, wherever we are, even when I am not actively submitting. I’m sorry. I should have let you know my issues and talked it through.”
Lucas walked across to the rack on the wall, running those long, incredible fingers over the whips, turning to look at me as a shudder of fear ran through my body and he was watching me intensely.
“Showing disrespect is absolutely unacceptable, Jessica, and that goes for both of us” he said, moving across to the edge of the bed, beckoning me to stand before he sat on the edge with his legs parted slightly. I wondered whether he’d changed his mind about the whip. God, I hoped so.
“I am going to spank you,” he said firmly as my stomach did an involuntary victory flip and a small smile played around my mouth, soon fading when I saw the stern look on his face.
“There are different kinds of spanking and before you smile too broadly, I want to inform you that this is not for pleasure and it will hurt. Do you understand?” he asked as I nodded. However hard his hand might be, it had to be less painful than that severe looking black leather whip. Besides, I wasn’t certain I believed him; I’d more than enjoyed it when he’d spanked me before.
I followed his hand as he gestured for me to lay over his lap, hearing the sharp intake of hissed breath through clenched teeth, my body tensing as I braced myself for what was about to come. I loved being spanked by Lucas. How hard could it be?
I soon got my answer as his hand came crashing down over my exposed flesh, hot tears stabbing my eyes as I cried out loud and I realised immediately that he hadn’t been lying.
Fuuuuuuccccckkkkkk.
That must have hurt his palm almost as much as it hurt my red hot stinging arse. Another one landed on the opposite cheek, just as painful as the first and my cells erupted in a blistering heat, my brain that was normally bombarded by a dozen different messages was hearing only one from my body today. PAIN.
I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to distract myself. I had to show Lucas I could do this. Most of the time it was great, but if I fucked up I got punished and I never wanted to fuck up again as the next three painful spanks landed, searing white heat spreading across my arse as the silent tears began to fall.
‘Red’. It was on the tip of my tongue as my body fought with my brain to say it. Normally the battle was the other way around, the cells of my flesh screaming pleasure while my brain threw a silent warning to protect my heart. I was awash with confusion. How could someone who wanted to protect me, hurt me this way? How could Lucas enjoy this? Why was I letting him do this to me?
It went against every grain of pre-programmed logic as another punishing and brutal blow hit the tender flesh just above my thighs and I cried out. I had to trust him. This whole thing was underpinned by faith in my Dom and he knew more than I did. He was teaching me a lesson about respect.
He’d warned me at the start that I’d think him cruel or harsh sometimes, but I’d had no idea then what that meant. Christ, I was finding out now as he dealt another agonising blow. It was part of the deal. I was happy to accept the unbelievable pleasure, and that didn’t exist without the threat of pain. Reward and punishment; they made up the two halves of the whole and it was my fault I was on the receiving end of this, not his.
I tried to shut down my thoughts and relax into it. I had to accept it. It was the only way through this and I pulled on every ounce of my internal discipline, fighting against the natural impulse to get the hell out of that situation.
I wasn’t certain how many more blows there were. My arse was on fire, every cell burning with piercing heat as I felt his soft palm running over my ignited skin, soothing the area with his touch and breaking through my hazy consciousness. I’d zoned out, focusing on a spot on the floor and concentrating all my energy on that, hearing his words, his voice soft and firm.
“Stand up, Jess.”
I stood before him on shaky legs, my eyes glazed and my cheeks wet with tears. I could feel my backside glowing with aggravated heat as I looked at him, surprised to find an undeniable shadow of pain in his eyes. If I thought he’d got off on that I was wrong.
“I did not enjoy doing that, Jessica, and I sincerely hope I will never have to do it again,” he said seriously as I shook my head quickly.
I’m sorry, Sir,” I whispered, trying to smile as an odd unease washed over me. Suddenly I was feeling worse for Lucas than I did for myself.
“You made a mistake and you’ve been punished. That’s the end of it now,” he said and I smiled, overcome with emotion and finding myself saying, “Thank you, Sir.”
It was strange, my desire to please Lucas overtaking the riot of other thoughts invading my brain and telling me I was crazy to be thanking someone for hitting me. This was a total headfuck, but I had been warned. All I wanted was for the man who had unleashed this pain to hold me and comfort me. I should have wanted to run. Why didn’t I want to run?
“Come here and lay on your front,” he said gently as I followed his instruction and he moved beside, rubbing some kind of cooling cream into my exposed flesh which helped slightly with the sting as my body started to shiver. He wrapped me tightly in a soft blanket as I curled up, unable to rest any weight on my punished backside and Lucas pulled me into his arms. We lay there silently, our synchronised breathing the only sound in the room.
We were still for well over an hour as gradually and extremely slowly the heat and the pain radiating though my skin began to subside. He just held me, stroking my hair, silently and rhythmically and the comfort in that small gesture was almost overwhelming.
I was still sore, and I’d remember this long after the pain had diminished, not just for the discomfort in my tender backside. The way I felt for displeasing Lucas was far worse than the punishment he’d inflicted, watching him as he stood, still fully clothed and turned to face me.
“My driver will take you home. I’ll see you tomorrow,” he said as I smiled up at him and I knew from the look on his face that today had taken its toll on both of us.
“I’m sorry,” I said again as he nodded and smiled, a tight smile that didn’t meet his eyes. He left the room and I got myself dressed, heading home with a heavy heart and never wanting to experience that again.
Chas was working as I settled down with Dex after tea, unable to sit properly and grateful for his suggestion that we play board games as I knelt on cushions by the coffee table. “When is Lucas coming again, Mummy?” he asked as I shrugged and smiled.
“I don’t know, sweeth
eart,” I replied, enjoying several rounds of ‘Operation’ and ‘Buckaroo’ before bathing him and taking him to bed.
Time with Dexter was the only thing that stopped my mind constantly obsessing about Lucas and he’d set it off again just like that. I decided on an early night, almost asleep as my phone rang and I pulled it from the nightstand, smiling when I saw the number. He rarely called me.
“How are you, sweetheart?” he asked, his voice soft as I smiled down the line.
“I’m fine thank you, Sir,” I said, assuming he was referring to my stinging arse and this was not a business call.
“Good. A punishment like that can take it out of you. I recommend an early night and lots of cream to help your recovery.”
“I’m already in bed,” I said, listening to his breathing and wishing he was beside me.
“Good girl. What’s your schedule like tomorrow?”
“It’s less busy than it should be,” I said, knowing I’d have to try and start touting for some more events work soon. Less busy was an understatement, I had absolutely no appointments.
“Excellent. Come to my office first thing. I will be showing you exactly what I would like to be doing to your arse, because believe me baby, it was not that,” he chuckled as I bit my lip, ecstatic at the prospect, but I wasn’t certain that my tender flesh could take anything else so soon. I decided against voicing that opinion. Lucas would know what he was doing.
“Thank you, Sir,” I said as he bid me goodbye and I smiled broadly thinking I’d behaved very ‘sub-like’ in my manner. Hell, maybe I was learning after all.
CHAPTER 19
The next morning I was elated, knowing that we could get back to normal; or at least back to our particular brand of normal. I’d been punished and it was over and the short phone call last night had filled me with joy. He wasn’t holding a grudge and we’d moved on. It was the one part of being punished that I liked; no long drawn out apologies or self recrimination. It was ‘wham-bam- it’s over now ma’am’ and there was a lot to be said for it.
I practically skipped into the office, making my way straight up to the top floor, smiling at Melody and about to open Lucas’s door when I stopped dead at the shrill voice that was practically screeching at me.
“Stop right there, what the hell do you think you’re doing?” she screamed and it was all I could do not to laugh.
“Lucas is expecting me,” I said, pulling on the handle and throwing her a puzzled frown.
“No one goes in there unless I say so,” she snapped as I shrugged, hovering by the door. She didn’t know about the special arrangement between Lucas and I, and I didn’t want to be the one to share it.
She picked up the phone, glaring at me, and didn’t even get the chance to speak before replacing the receiver and narrowing her eyes. “You can go in.”
I tried to stave off my impending smirk, as the thought crossed my mind again that Lucas must have a camera out here. Either that or he could see through walls. I was beginning to wonder.
“Take off your clothes and sit on the chair I’ve put out for you,” he said without looking up, taking me aback slightly with the coolness in his demeanour as he tapped on his keyboard. He barely gave me a second to respond.
“What are you waiting for?” he asked sternly, still not looking up and I began to think that maybe my punishment hadn’t been as swift as I hoped. He’d been like this in the club, but never in the office as it crossed my mind that the lines of our compartmentalisation were blurring again. I could have argued but I didn’t dare, silently looking around for the chair he’d put out for me and walking quietly towards it.
It was adjacent to the main table in the hidden part of his office, directly facing his desk with only a small corridor shielding it from view. Unusually the blinds were drawn across every glass window that ran floor to ceiling across two of the walls. I could see nothing of the wonderful London views that were normally apparent.
I wasted no time in following his commands, sitting silently and awaiting my next instruction.
He said nothing at first, watching me closely and drinking in the sight of my body through darkened eyes, smiling slightly as he approached me. “Good girl,” he smiled, bending to kiss my lips as I melted against them, leaning forward and aching for more as he pushed me back roughly against the cool fabric of the chair. This was strict Lucas and I recognised it immediately, wondering if he was trying to ram home his lesson on respect, this time through pleasure. The thought was thrilling.
He moved behind me and I felt him pull the blindfold over my eyes, gasping almost inaudibly as the room went black.
Suddenly my heart was hammering. The blindfold was one of the most effective tools he had, and he used it with good effect. My imagination was suddenly running riot wondering what the hell he might do with me today as he pulled my arms around the back of the chair, securing my wrists with what felt like his tie. I could hear him moving around on the hard wooden floor, but he was saying nothing as my breathing sped up and I could feel the warm flush spreading across my skin, fear and arousal fuelling my senses.
I felt firm hands winding their way up my thighs, lifting my legs, one by one and resting them over the arms of the chair. I was spread wide and exposed, hearing his gentle moan and the rustle of fabric, taking a sharp intake of breath as his hot tongue brushed against my soft damp folds before circling my clit.
“Mmmm” I moaned, feeling his expert touch and warm breath against my skin as I relaxed into the feeling of this glorious man pleasuring me with his expert mouth. Waves of pleasure gripped my core, enveloping me quickly and growing more and more powerful with every touch. “Oh Sir,” I gasped breathily on the brink of release as the loud voice burst through the intercom, shocking me from my pre-orgasmic haze.
“Your nine fifteen is here, Mr Hunter,” Melody announced brightly as shock took hold and I gasped loudly.
“Be quiet and stay there, pet,” he said coolly as my heart began to race. He couldn’t be thinking of having a meeting while I was sitting here like this? He wouldn’t, he couldn’t?
I heard him walk across the floor, counting the footsteps and I knew my fear was etched deeply in every feature of my face. I could say it and it would all end. ‘Red’. It echoed through my brain, bouncing around my skull as fear enveloped me, and I tried to calm myself down.
My punishment was over, he wasn’t reprimanding me now and Lucas wouldn’t let harm come to me. Hurt perhaps, but not real harm. This was pushing a boundary and we’d never discussed humiliation and public exposure. I’d seen it happen at the club, but he’d never done it there with me and this was his place of work; our place of work. It was in the contract though; I knew it was, sandwiched right between anal plugging and rope play. Oh shit.
I tried to still my beating heart, until I heard the fateful words, “Show them in,” and I swear it stopped beating altogether.
There were introductions, but I could barely make them out. All I could hear was the blood rushing through my skull at such speed it only served to fuel my anxiety. I tried to calm myself down. ‘They can’t see you’ I coached myself over and over again, but he could. This was private exposure in a public space, at least for now. God knows what he was planning, but from that position at his desk, Lucas had a full view of every inch of my naked body and I wondered if it was turning him on.
Was the thought of having me secured and open to him making him grow hard beneath his desk? He sounded perfectly calm and controlled as he discussed the sales figures with the two males who were taking turns to speak, reeling off figures I couldn’t keep track of. Was he watching them or watching me? I didn’t know because I couldn’t see. I could move my legs and close them, but what difference would it make? It would only serve to anger him, and if those business associates rounded that corner they would see everything anyway. I pulled at the binding on my hands to check if was just for effect, but it was fixed tight.
I was trapped here because he wanted me to be
, and a small smile began to form on my lips. Lucas Hunter was sitting at his desk in the middle of a sales meeting and I was exposing myself to him like a little whore, distracting him and taunting him .The thought suddenly began to make me even wetter than his tongue, my clit demanding attention I couldn’t give it. I felt empowered, wanting to turn him on and make him lose himself, hoping he was watching me.
I ran my tongue slowly across my bottom lip, listening for any signs that Lucas was affected by what was happening here. His speech sped up very slightly as I adjusted my hips, angling to give him a better view of my shaven pussy that I knew was glistening with the evidence of my arousal.
There was a slight change in the language he was using. It was almost imperceptible, but it was there, an underlying impatience that spurred me on as I rocked my hips gently, slowing at the pounding of my pussy that was growing almost unbearable in its need. I could sense he wanted to draw this meeting to a close.
“Email the reports,” he said firmly, dismissing his guests as I smiled. I heard the movement of two chairs and the footsteps growing fainter as they made their way towards the heavy wood door, until it closed behind them and Lucas gasped audibly. I could hear the wheels of his chair now, desperate for release and hoping he’d reward me with more of that tongue or his cock, and quiet the pulsing need between my thighs.
He chuckled deeply, running a firm finger across the folds of my pussy as I gasped in delight, moving away all too quickly as my hands were released from their tied position. Slowly and gently he lifted my legs from the arms of the chair, taking my hand.
“Kneel,” he said as I used his firm grip to aid my balance, sinking against the hard wood of the floor. He moved my hands to the solid bulge straining against the fabric of his trousers, pushing it hard against my palms as I moaned out loud. I was thrilled to know he was as needful and every bit as aroused as I had been, listening to the slow sound of his zipper before I heard the heavy thud of his hot hard cock against his palm and licked my lips in anticipation.
