The Lonely Dominant
I rubbed her cheeks before striking her again. "Three should suffice."
    She sighed.

    I hadn't hit her that hard, but I wasn't sure how she'd respond to a spanking. I moved my hand down between her legs and smiled when I felt the moisture gathering there.
    "You are a bad girl, aren't you?" I pulled her up and had her straddle my lap.
    She looked down.
    "Are you okay?" I pushed her chin up so she had to look at me.
    "Yes, sir."
    "You may voice what you're feeling."
    "I failed you."
    "No." I took her face between my hands. "You made a mistake. It was your first, and it won't be your last."
    "Is that the way you'll always punish me?"
    "No." I smiled. "I think you liked that punishment too much."
    "I did." She smiled. "At first I was humiliated, but as soon as you ran your hand along my bottom, well, I liked it. Is that wrong?"
    "It was meant to be erotic. In the future, I won't be as forgiving if you use my name during a scene. Will you try harder?"
    "Yes, sir."
    "That's all I can ask of you." I pressed my lips against hers and gently kissed her.
    "Are you hungry? We've been cooped up in here all night."
    "I am, but I wouldn't mind pleasuring you, sir. You haven't had your release yet."
    She didn't need to remind me of that because my cock was doing a pretty good job of letting me know.
    "I'm well aware of that, but I think I'd like to take a break." I glanced over her shoulder and out the window. "The snow has picked up, so I don't think anyone will deliver. How about I make us something? We can sit by the fire in the family room and relax for the rest of the evening. Does that sound good?"
    "Whatever pleases you, sir."

    "Go and take a shower, put on something comfortable, then meet me downstairs.
    We'll pick up where we left off after dinner."
    "Yes, sir." She hopped off my lap and headed for the bathroom. I had to adjust my cock as I watched her perfect, naked ass leave my sight.
    I sighed as I collapsed back onto the bed.
    How did I get so lucky?
    Clara was incredible. She followed my lead, put all her trust in me, and brought me more pleasure than I'd ever experienced with anyone else. I was amazed. The more time I spent with her, the more I wanted. As each weekend passed, we became more serious in this journey.
    I had a new priority for Monday morning. I needed to figure out a strategy on how to make our weekend time different from our weekday activities. We couldn't have any more confusion. I needed a plan.

Chapter Seven

    I finally managed to leave the office after ten p.m. When I got home, I didn't head up to bed right away, because I'd been waiting for an approval from the Board. I went straight to my study and fired up my laptop. I was hoping I'd find the documents I needed in an e-mail.
    I was exhausted. The only thing I really wanted to do was crawl into my bed and snuggle against Clara's warm body. Well, maybe that isn't the only thing I want to do . But I was sure she was asleep, and since it wasn't a weekend, and she had school in the morning, I wouldn't disturb her.
    Just as I was about to shut it down, I heard her feet patter against the hall floor.
    What is she doing down here?
    I glanced at my watched and, with a shock, realized the time: after midnight.

    She quietly made her way to my study, but stood in the doorway. She didn't enter. She wouldn't enter, because the few times she had been in here, we had acted out a scene, and I'd told her she had to have my permission to come into my study.
    She was wearing nothing but my dark, blue, silk pajama top. She had the first few buttons undone, revealing the tops of her breasts. The shirt stopped just below her mid-thigh, allowing me to take in her long, slender legs. Her hair was tangled and had that bed-head look, hanging wildly over her shoulders. Her eyes were barely open, and she looked very sleepy.
    "Come to me." I curled my finger and gestured for her to enter.
    She slowly walked toward me, making her way around my desk, then stopping directly in front of

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