A Brush of Violet

by Corinne Alexander

  “Before we begin, Violet, I want you to tell me why you are being punished.” His hand had stopped rubbing and just rested on her right cheek.

  She froze as her mind went completely blank. Her breath hitched in her throat as she scrambled to make her mind work.

  “I am going to give you until the count of three to tell me why you have earned this punishment, or I will give you the motivation to tell me,” he said, giving her cheek a firm squeeze.

  Before she could rouse herself to even blink, painful smacks came raining down one on top of another. Each one set a fresh blaze to her cheeks. She wriggled first to one side and then to the other in a failed attempt to avoid the flat handed blows. “Please,” she croaked gasping. “Please stop!” How many had it been so far, she scrambled to think, twenty, more? Whatever the number, there seemed to be no sign of letting up any time soon. She knew her real punishment hadn’t even started yet. “Please, stop. I remember, I’ll tell you,” she pleaded.

  The spanking abruptly stopped. She sagged with relief for the reprieve.

  “Young lady, let’s try this again. Why are you receiving this punishment spanking?” This time he did not rub the sting from her smarting bottom.

  “Because I took work calls while we were on our date tonight,” she said, burying her head in her arms.

  “And did you tell me yourself?” The stern edge to Charles voice caused her cheeks to blaze hot with shame.

  “No,” she said dejected. A woman that had overheard her talking to her boss in the bathroom of the restaurant they had been dining, just a week after they had made their agreement, approached to give her some well meaning advice just as they were leaving. “Hon,” she said, putting a hand on Violet’s shoulder on her way out the door, “leave the phone at home next time. Your jerk of a boss can’t bully you if you don’t answer the phone at eight o’clock on a Saturday night no less.” The woman clicked her tongue disapproving and left without a clue that she had just sold Violet out on her breach of agreement.

  “When we agreed on the rules, did you agree or not to refrain from taking work calls on the weekends?” he asked as he stood to walk a little ways behind her.

  She heard the jingle of his belt as he unfastened it sending shivers down her spine. “Yes, sir, I agreed.” Her voice came out muffled from where she had buried her head in her arms again. She gasped as she heard his belt come free of its loops with a whoosh.

  “And what did we agree would be the consequences?” The authority in his voice caused her to melt with desire and quake with fear in equal measures.

  “I get a punishment spanking.” Just saying the words caused her heart rate to accelerate.

  “That’s right. And a punishment spanking you will receive, little girl,” he said, enunciating each word. “I want you to grasp the far edge of the desk, bottom arched to meet each stroke.” His command came out in a low, deep tone as he tapped her bottom with the rounded tip of the belt.

  She stretched her arms out far to obey, her breasts teased along the cold surface before her fingertips finally met the edge of the desk. She had to lift her feet to tiptoes in order to reach which she knew ensured that her bottom was positioned at its most vulnerable. “Good girl,” he murmured, running a brisk hand over her upturned cheeks.

  She heard him position himself behind her. Before she could blink, the first lick of the belt burned its trail across both cheeks. She gasped loudly. The second landed in rapid succession as did the third, fourth, and fifth. She drummed a steady beat with her feet against the floor, frantically trying to escape the fire that was igniting on her ass.

  She flinched as Charles rubbed the flat of the belt across her blazing bottom, her sensitive flesh prickled painfully at the sensation. “Are you going to take business calls on your time off?” he asked.

  “No, sir,” she whimpered.

  “I don’t believe you,” he said as he wielded the belt in a burst of fire on the low end of her bottom close to the crease of her thigh. He paused. “I want to hear you count out each of the next ten with: One, thank you, sir. Two, thank you, sir, and so on and so forth until we reach ten. I better hear these immediately following each stroke,” he warned.

  Her stomach did flip flops as she groaned inwardly. “Yes, sir.” How was she going to keep track, she reeled inside. As that belt laid into her, she could barely hold a thought. Before she could deliberate another moment, the stroke landed firmly on her sit spot. She gasped. “One, thank you, sir.” The second landed in the same spot and she squealed, snapping her feet up to cover her ass. “Two, thank you, sir.” Not wanting to earn any extras, she put her feet back on the floor. She lost her breath completely as the third stroke landed squarely on her right thigh. She barely got out her, “Three, thank you, sir.” Before the fourth landed in the exact same spot on her left thigh. The remaining six passed in a blur, one right after the other. By the time she called out, “Ten, thank you, sir,” she was a sobbing mess.

  She felt his arms wrap around her as he pulled her close. She sobbed against his chest, as much out of the comfort of someone finally looking out for her as the pain of the punishment. He brushed her tear soaked hair out of her eyes with a gentle touch. “Shh,” he whispered, soothing her, “it’s okay now, baby. It’s all over.” He sat in a chair and gathered her into his lap. “You’re all forgiven now, Violet.” His hands hot on the skin of her back soothed as she hiccupped through the last of her tears.

  She smiled up at him tentatively, feeling suddenly shy after being so exposed to him. She knew it was silly because she had been just as exposed to him before, just not in punishment. But that was all the difference it took.

  He touched her cheek tenderly. “Thank you,” he said equally as tender. “Thank you for trusting me with your well being.” Her heart ached at the earnestness of his expression. She brushed her lips with tender need across his. He grasped the back of her head as his fingers tangled in her hair and brought her lips hard against his. He thrust his tongue inside her mouth which she met with hers, exploring eagerly. “I love you so much, Violet,” he whispered against her mouth.

  Her heart bloomed at those words. “I love you too,” she whispered back as she tugged the shirt off his back. He bent down to grasp her nipple between his lips, suckling in a way that sent sparks all the way down to her clit. Knowing she wouldn’t be satisfied until she had his naked body pressed against hers, she stood up bending to unfasten his pants. He lifted his hips as she worked them down his bottom and over his hips, his cock sprang up as soon as it was released. She pulled his legs free of the trousers, tossing them to the side. Unable to resist, she went down on her knees and took his beautiful manhood in her mouth. She licked the head first swirling her tongue around the silky ridge. He groaned, closing his eyes. She closed her mouth around him to his base and sucked hard while running her tongue up his straining length.

  Suddenly she was in his arms, being carried in long strides toward the bedroom before being tossed on the bed. He grabbed her legs and pulled her to the edge. He gave her the look of a starving man and buried his face in her pussy. He sucked and licked at her clit causing her to buck against his face. She grasped the comforter in fists as the pleasure grew to unfathomable levels. Just as she was about to come, he kneeled on the bed sliding easily into her. Her breath caught as he filled her. He rocked against her, giving her time to adjust to him. Desire curled achingly inside of her as he moved against her. She cried out as he increased his tempo. As he pinched her clit between his finger and his thumb and thrust harder inside of her, she raked her fingernails down the slope of his back. Not long after, she screamed her release with his following on the heels of hers.

  * * * * *

  The days became weeks as Violet settled into this new life. It felt a little surreal how at ease she felt with Charles, how comfortable in her own skin she felt in Corbin’s bend. Her creative streak was back full force. After the fair there had been inquiries passed on to her from the main office from pot
ential clients hoping to commission her for custom paintings. It was nice to be paid for something she felt passion for.

  She even had fun last week when she assisted Ever teaching a pottery class to about a dozen children. The glee on their faces as chubby hands molded the clay was catching. It made total sense why Everleigh loved this so much.

  She felt like she was painting a broad brush stroke across her life in bright vibrant colors where the last few years had been a dull gray with only brief streaks of yellow and red. The difference was night and day.

  There were times she felt deeply pressured by Stan to resume her overworked ways. For the most part she was able to resist and at the times she couldn’t, Charles brought her swiftly back into alignment. Happiness coursed through her veins. The month was almost up. Ever was doing well with Dr. Yu, though Rob would be home in three days, so her friend’s well being would no longer rest on her shoulders at all. Charles had planned a special night out to a fondue restaurant in Denver on the one month mark to discuss their future plans. She was pretty sure he was going to ask her to move in with him and she planned to accept. Life was good.

  Her phone rang; she looked up at the clock, its hands pointed to three-thirty. She had two and half hours before she was to be cut off for the weekend. “Violet Walker,” she answered crisply without bothering to look at the caller ID.

  “Who the hell do you think you are?” Stan’s voice came across the line like steel jarring her. “You don’t think you can get around me that easily do you?” She broke out into a cold sweat when she heard who it was. She had gone over her former boss’s head the month before in requesting her temporary transfer. She had ignored every call from him since the phone call in the bathroom. She kicked herself now for not being more careful when she had answered this one.

  “I don’t know what you are talking about, Stan.” Her plan was to deny, deny, deny, and get off the phone as soon as possible.

  “Oh, sure you do, sweetheart. Well, something you didn’t consider in your plan was that I still hold the keys to your career.” His voice hissed.

  “What do you mean?” she asked with a sick feeling growing in the pit of her stomach.

  “You still need me to sign off on the last three contracts you worked on.” She shifted on the phone grappling to find the meaning of what he was trying to say.

  “You haven’t done that yet?” She couldn’t figure out why he wouldn’t have. Those had been wrapped up before she had even left.

  “You made me look like an idiot going above my head the way you did. I’m not about to let a little woman like you get away with that.”

  She shook her head not really believing she was having this conversation and that was when he dropped the bomb.

  “I’ve tracked your cell phone so I know where you’re staying. If you aren’t back to Colorado Springs by the morning, I’ll not only make it look like you left your contracts hanging for me to clean up, I’ll track you down and make you sorry that you ever crossed me.” The phone clicked as he hung up without waiting for her answer.

  All rational thought left her brain. He knew where she was? He knew she was in Corbin’s Bend? Oh my God, with or without her contracts he could ruin her career. Her mind reeled and she began hyperventilating. Oh my God, Oh my God no, Stan knew she liked to be spanked. She needed to get out of here so she could think. She grabbed her briefcase and stormed out of the building. On her way back to Everleigh’s, she drove blindly going by muscle memory though she must have gotten turned around at some point because it was dark by the time she got to her temporary home.

  She greeted her friend but feigned a headache so she could escape to her room, grabbing a bottle of wine on her way. Entering her room, she shut and locked it behind her. Before climbing into bed, she shut off her cell phone, then burrowed under the covers fully clothed. Popping the cork off of the already opened bottle of wine, Violet drank deeply. Her mind reeled; she had no idea what to do. Her only thought was to drink herself into oblivion.

  She sat at the oval table in the conference room at work. Her co-workers sat around the table with Stan at the head.

  “The first order of business.” He stood using a pointer to point to the words. “Violet likes to be spanked. It has come to my attention that Violet has been slacking on her office work because she likes to be spanked.” The pointer clanked loudly against each word.

  She pushed away from the table in a clatter jumping to her feet. “No, it’s not true. I swear I don’t,” she cried out as all of her co-workers pointed and laughed at her.

  “Don’t worry, Violet,” her boss leered, “I’ll be glad to give you a spanking. In fact, I think you need to learn a lesson.” She was suddenly naked in front of him and his words came out in a sick breath down her neck.

  He grabbed her nipple roughly and pulled her by it over his lap as a chair had appeared under them. His grip tightened on her nipple as he spanked her harder and harder with the pointer as her co-workers rooted and begged for their own turns spanking her.

  The next thing she knew she was being passed from co-worker to co-worker being spanked in turn by each of them as her legs kicked out behind her. Some spanked her with their hands and others used belts, slippers, and one had a riding crop, all groped her as her most private places were exposed to grappling fingers. She awoke with a start as the last slid his finger into the pucker of the most private of her private places.

  Her heart pounded out of her chest and her shirt clung to her in a cold sweat as she flung the covers back to frantically pack all of her belongings. She barely said goodbye to Everleigh before she squealed her tires as she left the subdivision towards home.

  Chapter Eight

  Charles raked his hand over his head. He was having trouble coming to terms with the fact that Violet had just left without a word. After the phone rang to voicemail for the third time, he slammed his fist down on the desk, scattering papers in every direction cursing. Everleigh had called right after Violet had abruptly departed early this morning. The only explanation she had given was that she had been kidding herself to think she could do this.

  What on earth happened, Violet, he asked rhetorically in his head. Things had been going perfectly. They had even joked that if they ever got married they would have to have a “Corbin’s Bend” wedding just like their mutual friend Everleigh and her fiancée Rob planned to have. A Corbin’s Bend wedding was where instead of kissing the bride to begin their life together, the groom spanked his bride, sealing their commitment to a spanking lifestyle in addition to their marriage. He hoped she answered soon because he was going out of his mind with worry.

  * * * * *

  It took Violet a full week to realize that Stan had been bluffing. By that time, she had been too embarrassed not to mention ashamed to go back to Corbin’s Bend. She understood now that her boss was just a creep who liked to exert his control on others. Looking back it was clear to her that she had given him far too much of that since the very start of her job under him.

  So, she stayed in Colorado Springs, miserable. Violet sat in her office pretending to work as she agonized over her ringing phone. She longed to answer it, but she had yet to face Charles since her hasty exit and she couldn’t bring herself to this time either. She had spoken to Everleigh feeling she owed her an explanation after her hospitality. Her friend had pleaded with her to come back, but she couldn’t. She felt like such a fool.

  Giving up the charade of working, she flipped the switch to turn the light out in her office and headed home for the day.

  * * * * *

  Violet flipped through television stations trying to find something good to watch. Clad in her red and white flannel pajama pants and matching red cotton tank top, she didn’t care what as long as it wasn’t romantic in any way. She flipped until she landed on The Fast and The Furious 6. Fast cars and testosterone were sure to distract her from everything that was weighing on her mind.

  The sound of the doorbell pulled her from the
movie. Who the heck could be ringing my door bell at ten p.m.? She muted the movie and went over to look out the peephole. Oh shit! Standing on the other side of the door was the man she had been avoiding for the last five days. And now here he was on her doorstep. She leaned against the door for a second grasping at what to do. She should have known he wouldn’t take unanswered calls and her best friend’s relayed explanations and leave it at that.

  Taking a deep breath and blowing it out, she unlocked and opened the door. Her heart thumped as she took in the heart-stopping, gorgeous man who stood in her doorway. The way he filled out his jeans and t-shirt still made her breathless.

  “How did you get my address?” she asked and then kicked herself inwardly for asking such a ridiculous question.

  “Everleigh gave it to me after I told her you weren’t answering my calls,” he responded, leaning against the doorframe.

  She shook her head and stepped aside. “Come in,” she said with a gesture. Her stomach fluttered as she shut the door behind him, and she felt a little bit sick not knowing what to expect. She went and sat on the couch not knowing what else to do.

  He followed, sitting down next to her. “Vi,” he said, emotion filling his face. His voice choked as he asked, “What happened?”

  Seeing him so emotional was all it took to cause all of her defenses to crumble. She burst into tears and her breath hitched as she sobbed. He reached out, putting his hand over hers. “Please just tell me, was it was something I did?” Charles asked, his tone desperate.

  That stopped her tears as she looked up confused. “Didn’t Everleigh tell you?” she asked.

  “No, she told me that she felt that would be best to come from you,” he answered. She pulled a tissue free from the coffee table to dry her eyes. Another thing she should have known. Her best friend would do anything to be sure she talked to Charles and patch things up. She had been pleading with her to do it all week.