by Becky Bell
Like magic, his erection had returned.
Gary pushed her over onto her back and rolled on top of her. His cock jerked up between her legs, found the opening of her vagina and lanced up inside her. Angela gasped. It was hard and hot, its breadth stretching her cunt apart. What she had done to Gary had excited her as much as it clearly had him. She could feel her juices flowing and her clit pulsing as he ground the base of his cock against it.
'This is naughty. You shouldn't be doing this to me,' she said, taking her cue from what he had said.
These words seemed to drive him wild. He drove his cock right up into her with all his might, then pulled it all the way out, beginning to pump into her violently.
'Naughty boy, what a naughty boy,' she repeated, the words turning her on too. This sudden onslaught was making her come. A whole raft of delicious sensations were being provoked by the hard rod of hot flesh that was reaming up into her.
She ran her hands down over his back and caressed his buttocks. They were radiating heat from the spanking she'd given them. She dug her fingernails into them, urging him deeper. Both actions provoked him further. It felt as though his cock was swelling again, getting bigger and harder. He was going to come and, the extraordinary thing was, she was going to come with him.
He thrust up into her and held his cock there, using all his energy to bury it as deep as it would go, his pubic bone crushing against her labia, his whole body as rigid and hard as his cock. Angela felt her own sex clench strongly around his phallus, which seemed to jerk in response. A jet of semen spattered into the depths of her cunt, then another and another. She could never remember feeling an ejaculation so vividly. Instantly her own orgasm exploded, her body shuddering, her vagina clenching convulsively around his cock, as if trying to milk it of every last drop of semen. She clung to his body for support as the vortex of pleasure overwhelmed her.
Eventually, after what seemed like a long time, the feelings faded away. Gary propped himself up on his elbows and stared down into her face.
'You didn't mind at all, did you?' he said, with a serious expression.
'Mind? Why should I mind? It was wonderful. You just needed the right sort of encouragement.'
'You're really something, Angela. A lot of women... I mean... I always thought it would put them off.'
She didn't like to tell him that it had the reverse effect. 'Well, it didn't.'
She raised her head and kissed him lightly on the lips. Before she knew it, the kiss had got more passionate and he was pressing her head down on the bed and plunging his tongue into her mouth. She sucked on it hard. His cock had softened but it was still embedded in her sex. As he moved his hand to her breast and searched for her nipple, she felt it beginning to grow.
'You're getting greedy,' she said.
'I know. It feels so good in there.'
It did. Her whole cunt was liquid, his juices mingling with hers.
'You're a very naughty boy, aren't you?' She rubbed her hand against his buttocks. They were still radiating heat.
'Yes.' The word caused his cock to twitch again, engorging rapidly.
She raised her hand and slapped it down on his left buttock.
'And this is what naughty boys get, isn't it?'
'Oh yes, please...'
Chapter Nine
There was a white envelope sitting in the middle of her desk when she arrived for work the next morning.
She sat down and tore the envelope open. There was a postcard inside with a picture of a Chagall painting. Written in bold italic script on the reverse was the message: Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. It was signed: Gary.
Sally Fennell walked through the plate glass door a few minutes later. 'So how did it go last night?' she said, sitting beside Angela's desk.
'Fine,' Angela said, noncommittally. She hastily slid the card under a pile of papers.
'Oh, come on, let's have the dirt,' Sally said, grinning. 'Did he make a pass?'
'He was the perfect gentleman.'
'Don't believe you.'
'It's true. It was just business,' she lied. As much as she liked Sally, Angela had no intention of telling her what had happened last night. It would be as bad for her reputation in the office as it would be for Gary. She didn't want anyone accusing her of getting on by sleeping with the boss.
'Are you seeing him again?'
'If I earn the firm another bonus from Boyle Brothers Developments.'
'Boring. That's really boring. I thought you'd have snogged him, at the very least.'
'I told you, it was just business.'
Sally got up and went to her own desk and Angela began to think about work. It was a busy morning. The weather had been good for the last week, which always seemed to encourage buyers and sellers into the office, and there was a constant stream of people wanting attention.
Gary didn't emerge from his office until ten to one. Angela spotted him as he talked to Josephine, giving her a pile of papers to deal with. Then he walked across the office towards her.
'Hi,' he said.
Angela saw Sally Fennell turn to watch.
'Hello,' she said. 'The whole office is looking at us,' she warned.
'Could you come to my office?' he said in measured tones. 'There's something I'd like to discuss.'
'Certainly. What time?'
'Say, ten minutes?'
'Of course.'
Gary smiled, winked and walked back up the metal spiral staircase.
Ten minutes later, Angela followed him. She was intercepted at the bottom of the stairs by Sally.
'Where are you going?' she asked, grinning broadly.
'I'm going to talk to Gary about the new Boyle Brothers Developments project.'
'Of course you are,' Sally said.
'I am.'
'I don't believe you.'
'That's up to you,' Angela said. She walked up the stairs and knocked on his office door.
'Come in.'
She had only been into Gary's office a couple of times. It was small and crowded with filing cabinets, with a large window overlooking the almost constant traffic of Notting Hill Gate. She closed the door behind her.
'I guess we should have realised the gossips would be at work,' he said. His desktop was piled high with papers but space had been made for a bottle of white wine on his desk and two packets of sandwiches. 'I thought you might like a bit of lunch. There's tuna and mayo or crab salad. And wine?'
'Thanks.' She sat down on the chair in front of his desk and felt an odd sensation as she looked across at him. It took her a minute to recognise that it was lust.
Gary poured the wine and handed a glass across the desk. 'Cheers,' he said.
'Cheers,' she repeated. 'So why did you really ask me up here?'
'Because I haven't been able to stop thinking about you since last night. I needed to see you. I have to know whether you're going to see me again. You probably think I'm completely mad, don't you?'
'Mad? Why should I think that?'
'It's hardly normal behaviour, is it?'
'Gary, when it comes to sex, I don't really think there's such a thing as normal. We've all got our little peculiarities.'
Gary's face was racked with anxiety. 'Not like that. You were wonderful last night. You seemed to know exactly what to do. But it must have been difficult for you. The point is, I've been going over it all again and again and I think I can change, Angela, with your help. I really do.'
'Hold on a minute.' Angela sipped her wine. 'You're assuming rather a lot, aren't you?'
'I know, I know. That's why I had to see you. If you found it all too embarrassing, if you think I'm mad, I'd rather know now. I promise I'll never bother you again.'
'And if I didn't?'
'Then I was hoping you'd agree to see more of me.'
'That's not what I meant.'
'I don't understand.'
'What if I didn't find it embarrassing at all? What if it turned me on?'
Gary's expre
ssion registered astonishment.
'Didn't you notice that, Gary? Didn't you see how randy I was?'
Gary was now looking bemused. 'I just didn't...'
'You're a very naughty boy, Gary. Very naughty.' Angela stood up. What she said was true. Last night had excited her quite as much as her experiences with Gregory. Gary's predilections were much milder, but no less arousing. They appealed to Angela's desire to be dominant, after all.
She wondered whether he would respond well to the more outré pursuits available in her treatment room. He had specifically wanted to be spanked but she had the feeling that was probably only the tip of the iceberg, when it came to his sexuality. The woman who he had spoken of, who had introduced him to spanking as part of her sexual regimen, may not have shaped his sexual desires but merely uncovered them. And this seemed like a good time to put that theory to the test.
'What...?' Gary stammered.
'You heard me.'
'I thought...'
'Stand up,' Angela said, in the tone she had perfected over the last few weeks.
Gary got to his feet.
'Go to the door and lock it.'
Obediently, he did as he was told. There was a key in the lock and he turned it. She noticed he kept his eyes down, not looking at her face.
'That's better. Have you got a ruler?'
'A what?'
'A ruler? You know what a ruler is, don't you?'
'There's one in my top drawer.'
'Good. If you want to see me again, Gary, you're going to have to prove to me that you can be responsive to my needs, too.'
'Of course, I'll do anything.' The puzzlement in Gary's eyes was beginning to turn to excitement.
'I'm glad to hear it. Come here.' She pointed to a spot immediately in front of the desk. Gary stood on it. 'Now, reach over and get the ruler out of the drawer.'
Gary obeyed, stretching himself over the cluttered desktop and opening the drawer. It took some fumbling before he finally found the ruler. It was about two inches wide and made from white plastic.
Angela took the ruler from his hand. She flexed it and then slapped it into the palm of her other hand.
Gary started to straighten up.
'Did I tell you to move?'
'No.'
He flopped back onto the desktop. It was not difficult to see that all this was exciting him. He had not voiced a single word of protest.
'Naughty boys have to be punished. Don't they?'
'Yes, Angela.' His voice was breathy and shallow.
'And you have been naughty, haven't you? A dirty little boy.'
'Yes.'
'How badly do you think you should be punished?'
'Six,' he hissed.
'Six it is.'
Angela raised the ruler and slashed it down across his buttocks. There was no satisfying thwack, but a dull thud.
'That's no good, is it?'
'No.'
'Take your trousers down. Come on, quickly.'
Gary half-raised himself from the desk and unzipped his trousers. He pulled them over his hips and they dropped to his knees. He settled back on the desktop.
'And your pants, you idiot,' Angela said.
Gary quickly stripped his white briefs down too.
'That's much better.'
Angela raised the ruler and brought it down hard across his buttocks. This time, the noise of plastic on flesh was much more resonant. The stroke was so hard Gary gave a little yelp.
'Keep quiet.' Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. Angela gave him three cuts in swift succession. The ruler left a large area of reddened flesh crisscrossed with thin stripes that were rapidly turning scarlet. She caressed them, the coolness of her hand against the heat of his buttocks making Gary produce an odd sobbing, choking sound.
'Two more,' she said softly. She was so excited, her nipples were as hard as pebbles, and she could actually feel her juices running down the silky walls of her vagina. Her panties and the crotch of her tights were distinctly damp.
She stroked the ruler down again. The flesh of his buttocks quivered and Gary reared up from the desktop and yelped much louder this time.
'I can see I'm going to have to gag you, if you carry on like this.'
Thwack. The final stroke was the hardest of them all but Gary managed to suppress his exclamation. He lay on the desk panting for breath, sweat running from his forehead onto a buff file, making it darker.
'Up,' Angela ordered.
'I can't,' Gary said.
'What do you mean, you can't?'
'I don't want you to see.'
'See what?'
He nodded down towards his loins.
'Get up now, Gary. I've seen your erection before.'
Gary stood up. His cock was sticking out from the top of his thighs, reddened by being trapped between his body and the desk.
'I couldn't help it,' he said, looking pathetic.
'Well, there's no point letting it go to waste,' Angela said. She was wearing a blue blouse and a dark-blue pleated skirt. She flicked the skirt up over her hips and leant over the desk, exactly as he had. 'Pull my tights and panties down, Gary.'
She looked over her shoulder to watch as he stepped forward. His hands were trembling as he gathered the waistband of her tights and panties and pulled them down over her hips.
'You know what I want now?' she said.
Gary looked as if he was in a trance. He gripped her hips and nudged his rampant cock into the cleft of her buttocks. It felt incredibly hot.
'Come on,' she urged, wriggling her buttocks from side to side.
His fingers dug into her flesh. He pulled back, then thrust forward, his cock plunging into her vagina.
Angela gasped. This was exactly what she wanted. She felt her sex clench around the hard rod of flesh.
'You're such a naughty boy,' she gasped.
'Yes, I am,' he agreed, beginning to pump into her.
She could feel his cock throbbing. For a moment she thought he was going to come, but he managed to control himself. He used all his strength to thrust right up into her. In this position, cramped over the desk, his cock seemed to go deeper than it had last night, filling her completely, his glans up hard against the neck of her womb.
'Yes...' she said.
She could see the people outside on the street and the double-decker buses going by, the passengers on the top deck on the same level as the office window. There were venetian blinds behind the glass but, from the startled expression on one woman's face as she peered in, they were not obscuring a good view of what was going on.
Angela found that, by grinding her hips slightly, she could catch the top of her labia against the edge of the desk, bringing pressure on her clitoris. It rewarded her with a huge surge of feeling. She was coming. Quickly. Intensely. Astoundingly. She had never done anything like this. Her sex life had been transformed. It was no longer on the back burner and content to remain there. She had found a way to promote it to the centre of her life. And that was where she was determined it was going to stay.
The feelings running through her body began to coalesce. She pushed her bottom back at Gary, hoping to get him a millimetre deeper, then came, the heat and hardness of his sex at the very core of all her feelings, pushing her orgasm higher and deeper. At that exact moment he came too, jets of semen spattering into her as he pumped his cock in and out, not stopping until the very last drop had been deposited.
'Oh, God,' he panted.
'Naughty boy,' she said. Even completely satiated as he was, the word caused his cock to spasm.
He stepped back, his cock flopping out of her sex. It was so wet, it was dripping. He pulled up his underpants and trousers.
'Now,' Angela said calmly, straightening up and picking up her wine glass, 'I need a drink.' She sipped the wine, then stooped to pull up her tights. 'Did that answer your question, Gary?'
'What question?' He looked completely bemused.
'About whether I wanted to see you again.'
'Well, at least we've got that clear.'
The door handle turned, then was rattled. 'Mr Roe, are you in there?'
'Josephine,' Gary whispered. 'She never knocks.'
'Well, that's something she's going to have to learn to do, in the future,' Angela said, sitting on the chair in front of the desk and picking up the tuna and mayo sandwich. She took a big bite, the filling dripping onto her chin. 'Don't you think?'
'Another glass of champagne, my dear?'
'Thank you.'
The butler poured the Dom Perignon into her tall crystal flute.
'More coffee, madam?'
'Not for me,' Angela said.
'No, thank you, Charles, I think that will be all for now.'
'Shall I tell Tom to have the car ready, sir?'
'If you would.'
Angela Strickland had visited Sir Archibald Clarke on several occasions. The routine had been exactly the same. The butler had led her up to the vast bedroom, where Archibald had awaited her in his velvet robe. Afterwards, they would retire to the dining room downstairs, where they would dine off champagne, oysters and lobsters or Dover sole. A chauffeur-driven Bentley had then taken her home.
Archibald was so pleased with her services that he had agreed to take over the payments on her mortgage, as Gregory had predicted.
'Well, here's to you my dear, and our...' he searched for the right word, '...association.'
They clinked glasses and sipped the wine.
'You really are a marvel, my dear,' he said. 'In my position I could never have risked going to... well, you know... a woman of the streets. Any publicity...'
'I understand.'
'I owe Gregory a big favour.'
And Gregory was astute enough, Angela thought, to make sure he collected on it.
'There's something I would like to ask you,' Archibald said, looking serious.
Tonight Angela had made Archibald crawl around on the floor on all fours, while she had beaten his buttocks with a school cane. It had been, she told him, a punishment for not licking her shoes properly. After eight strokes, which had left his bottom red and welted, she had tied him to the bedpost and lay on the bed in front of him and masturbated, this time still wearing the PVC mac.
