with anticipation.
Tyler walked away and she heard a
drawer or cupboard being opened, then he walked back towards the
desk, and Isobel held her breath all over again.
“You do know that I have to
punish you, don’t you, Isobel?” Her head rose up off the desk and
she looked at him with a pretty scowl. Removing the nipple-clamps hadn’t been punishment? She thought it had been plenty punishment enough,
but he obviously had other ideas. “Remember, you can use the safe
word at any time and I’ll stop. There’s no shame in having to use
it, Isobel, and it will show me what your limits are with regards
to pain, pleasure and punishment.”
Isobel put her head back down and
braced herself for whatever was coming next. She didn’t know why,
but she wanted to please him more than she wanted to be pleased,
and if that meant taking his so-called punishment, then that’s what
she’d damn well do.
She felt the warmth of Tyler’s hand
rub against the smooth globe of her ass, and her spine stiffened
even while her insides turned to a molten puddle of lust. “You have
such a perfect ass.” His rich, deep voice was soothing and served
to add yet another dimension to what she was feeling.
All further thought was
pushed from her mind when she felt the unmistakable sting of his
hand connecting with her ass. “Ouch!” Okay, so it hadn’t hurt too
much, but it had taken her by surprise.
Tyler spoke again, and this time his
tone was informative; almost devoid of emotion. “When I punish you
with a spanking, you will count the number of the spanks and thank
me after each one. Is that clear?”
“Yes, Sir.” Isobel was almost
breathless with excitement. If this was all a spanking was then she
knew she would be able to handle it with ease.
The next time Tyler’s hand connected
with her rump however, she had to rethink her last thought. The
smack was slightly harder than the first one, and overlapped the
position the first one had been placed, so it stung a little
more.
It hadn’t hurt so much that she was
going to forget what he had just told her though. “Two. Thank you,
Sir.”
“Good girl!” The approval was back in
his voice, and Isobel smiled, happily. Then his hand came down
again and the smile disappeared. She counted a total of ten smacks,
five on each cheek and each one harder than the one before, and she
thanked him meekly for every one of them, although by the end of
the ordeal she was gritting her teeth and wishing he’d hurry up and
get it over with.
While the experience hadn’t been
overly painful, it hadn’t turned her on either, and she was finding
it hard to understand the attraction. She chanced a look at Tyler,
noting that the bulge in his pants was even more prominent than
before, so he was clearly enjoying himself and was visibly aroused
even though it didn’t look like he intended to do anything to
alleviate it at the moment.
She felt the warmth of his hand on her
ass again, but this time it was stroking the tender flesh; soothing
it and causing a delicious, sensual friction that had her moaning
again. “That feels so good,” she said in a quiet voice.
“It feels better than the spanking
did, huh?” Tyler’s voice was curious, but not stern, and Isobel
felt confident enough to answer candidly.
“Can I be honest with you?” She lifted
her head to look at Tyler as she spoke.
“I would be very displeased and
disappointed if you weren’t.” Tyler reached a hand down and helped
her to stand up. “In fact, it’s one of the things I insist on, and
if I ever discover that you’ve been dishonest or held anything back
that may be pertinent to our relationship or the care that I take
of you, you can rest assured that there will be
consequences.”
Standing there naked in front of her
new boss, Isobel knew that she should feel embarrassed or at the
very least a little uncomfortable; but she felt neither of those
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