When she was done, she stood there, waiting to be released.
“You may go. See you tomorrow.”
She grabbed her purse from her desk and left without looking behind her.
10
Friday morning, Emily was standing in Mr. Caudry’s office, her skirt held up as he examined her choice of panties. Today she was wearing the white thong. He seemed pleased.
“Excellent choice, my dear. Turn around.”
She did, knowing how the thong disappeared into her crack of her ass, giving him a full view of her bottom. It still bore faint marks from the ruler.
“Great. You may lower your skirt.”
She dropped it, relieved. It was short-lived.
“Now, I want a cup of coffee and a blowjob.”
Emily looked up, shocked. Just like that? She couldn’t move.
“What’s wrong? Didn’t you hear me?”
“Sir? You want a...” She couldn’t say it.
“Yes, what man wouldn’t? Remember, you’re way ahead of me and I need to catch up. We discussed this, didn’t we? Do I need to go over it again?”
She shook her head and left his office. Her hands trembled as she poured his coffee and added just the right amount of sugar. Two other workers were in the break room and she felt their eyes were on her, as if they knew what was happening to her. She wanted to scream, to cry out for help, but she said nothing. Something within her held her tongue still. Keeping her eyes down, she took the cup and brought it back to Mr. Caudry’s office. She set it on his desk and waited.
He took a sip. “Ummm, good.” He leaned back in his chair. “Well?”
Her legs took her around the desk without conscious thought. Then her knees buckled and she was face to face with his zipper. Emily felt tears come to her eyes and she looked up at him for some kind of reprieve. He leaned forward and put his hand alongside her jaw. She closed her eyes and rested her face in the palm of his hand. For a moment, she thought he might relent.
“If you’d prefer, I can punish you instead.”
Her eyes flew open. “N-no, sir,” she said and her hands went to his zipper. His cock was already hard and she took it into her mouth before she could think about what she was doing. Once she tasted it, her mouth took over and she licked and sucked him until she could tell he was about to come. She pulled back at the last moment and tasted his seed as he squirted. This time, she swallowed almost all of it, allowing just a few drops to leak around the edges of her lips.
“Ohhhh!” he groaned, holding her head. “That was wonderful!”
Emily couldn’t breathe but she didn’t complain or try to pull away. She waited until he released her before she pulled off of his cock and sucked in air.
“You did very well, just a few drops leaked out, I see. I’m very pleased.”
She nodded and wiped her mouth. Her pussy ached and she wanted nothing more than to have him rub her until she came.
He seemed to know what she was thinking. “How about you, Emily? Would you like to come too?”
It was the first time he had called her Emily. She nodded as gratitude washed over her.
“Well, that would be a problem, wouldn’t it? I mean, if you come every time I come, I’d never catch up, would I?” He sat there, his cock peeking from his pants, his head tipped to one side.
That confused her. What did it matter? Didn’t he like it when she came?
“But I’m willing to work with you.”
She nodded, eager for him to find a solution.
“I’ll spank you while you masturbate. When you come, I’ll stop.”
Emily’s mouth dropped open. How could she do that? It would be too embarrassing! She might never come—and then he might never stop spanking her! “Uh, sir...”
“Let’s try it, shall we?”
By his tone, she knew there could be no argument. She nodded and rose to her feet. He stopped her.
“No, not over the desk this time. We’re going to do it a bit differently. We’ll do it right here, next to my desk. I want you to remove your thong and get down on your knees.”
While she obeyed, he went to the radio and turned it on. Her pussy wept. He returned and rummaged in his desk drawer. When he pulled out a short section of rope, Emily felt a thrum of panic roil through her. Mr. Caudry ordered her to hold her hands out and she obeyed.
“Mr. Caudry—” she began when she saw he was tying her hands in front of her.
“You must learn to obey the rules,” he responded. When he was done, she wiggled her fingers and found the rope wasn’t too tight and she nodded.
He told her to bend all the way over until her face was on the rug. Without the use of her hands, she found it made her feel even more vulnerable. He made her wiggle her knees up tight until her ass was pointed up in the air. The skirt fell down around her waist. Even that wasn’t enough.
“Now move your knees apart so I can see the pretty pussy of yours.”
She did, feeling exposed and foolish. His hand touched her ass and suddenly, all she could think about was her wet pussy, just inches away from his fingers. She wiggled her bottom at him.
“Now do you think you can be quiet?”
She nodded, which was difficult with her cheek pressed against the rug.
“Very well.” She heard the drawer open and waited, her body a bundle of nerves.
“Put your hands between your legs. That’s is, right there on your pussy. Oh, it’s so wet, isn’t it? Now as soon as I begin, you may begin. When I see evidence of your climax, I’ll stop.”
“Oh, god,” she whispered.
“What was that?”
“Nothing, sir.”
“Very well.” There came a moment of silence, followed by the sharp crack of the ruler. She jerked and immediately her fingers began rubbing herself hard as she desperately wanted to come.
Her fingers rubbed and rubbed but she was distracted by that damned ruler!
He alternated, left and right, never giving her a rest. Her fingers were a blur but her orgasm hung just out of reach. Yet it seemed to build on itself, growing larger and larger within her.
With each blow, her mind stopped distinguished between pleasure and pain. Her pussy was gaping, runny with fluids and she knew he was looking right at it as she debased herself. And suddenly something broke inside her and she realized she wanted him to look at her, she wanted to be used and abused and to obey his commands.
Her hand went to her pussy and began to rub in earnest now and felt her orgasm rush at her.
She discovered the spanking was actually helping now and she rose quickly toward her release. Her body shuddered and she cried out, her climax rocked her just as the final blow from the ruler hit her sore bottom.
She felt transported. She didn’t know exactly what had happened to her or why, only that her mind seemed to leave her body for a few seconds. She gasped when she realized how powerfully her climax had hit her. It was like nothing she had ever experienced before. It took several moments for her mind to come back to earth.
He untied her hands and helped her up. She was shaky and needed to sit on his desk. She jumped up again immediately and rubbed her sore bottom. He helped her to sit on his lap and she found a place that didn’t hurt so much.
“You understand what just happened?”
“Not exactly,” she said.
“Something happened inside of you. You ‘flew.’ Do you understand the term?”
“No, but it does make sense.”
“You now know that you were born to be a submissive— my submissive.”
Emily slowly nodded. She could see that now. He had helped her along, guiding her, training her, until she finally admitted to herself what she really needed. Being tied up had merely clarified her understanding. Those orgasms were the proof. To go back to those days when the fumbling sex with a boyfriend gave her a tiny climax would be impossible now. Even as she admitted it, the idea terrified her.
“I’m scared,” she whispered.