It took Natalie a few minutes to realize that Thomas had stopped spanking and was rubbing gentle circles on her back to help her calm down. Part of her would have liked to shoot upright and get dressed, just in case his intention was to continue. But the bigger part was resigned to the fact that he would have all the say on when this nightmare was over, so she decided to enjoy the break for as long as it lasted.
“Do you think you can sit up?”
Natalie noticed right away his voice was absent the stern edge it’d held the entire time he was punishing her and she relaxed further. “Yes, sir.”
She obediently sat up, wincing as she moved, a little cry of pain emitting from her lips as her bare, swollen cheeks hit his leg.
“You took that very well, all things considered.”
Ducking her head, she mumbled, “I didn’t. I should have stayed where you wanted me.”
“Well, those things come in time, darlin’.”
“I don’t plan on getting spanked again, so I guess I’ll never know.”
Thomas threw his head back and laughed. “Spoken like every naughty girl I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowin’.”
Natalie peeked up at him. “Do you really think I’m… you know.”
Unable to say it, she just nodded.
“Hmm, well, if you want to know the truth I reckon you’re a pretty good girl who just needs a reminder to be good every once in a while.” He chucked her under the chin.
Even though he was saying that she deserved spanking, for some reason she didn’t quite understand, she blushed.
“Now, you get dressed and we’ll go find Nate so you can apologize.”
She blanched. She had forgotten that though the spanking was over, her punishment was not.
“Hop to it now.”
Stifling a sigh, Natalie slid off his lap and found her clothes in a puddle on the floor. She put them on as quickly as she could manage, though some wincing accompanied the normally easy task. When she had finished, he took her by the elbow and, ever the gentleman, led her from the office. Natalie hoped fiercely that she never saw the inside of it again.
Fortunately, they did not have far to go and found Nate and his fiancée—a red-eyed, subdued Lora—sitting on the ledge of the fireplace in the lobby. To her surprise, Thomas dropped his hand and stopped. She turned to face him, her eyes questioning.
“You don’t need me for this part.”
The thought of having to walk over there alone made an already unpleasant task downright daunting. “But—”
He put a finger to her lips to silence her. “No, no buts. I trust you to do a beautiful job, all on your own.”
Knowing that it would be pointless to argue, Natalie squared her shoulders and began to walk toward the pair. I can do this. I’ve faced worse than this, plenty of times.
Never a man who could have you spanked.
Her sore, aching butt clenched involuntarily at the thought, making her halt in her tracks. She gazed sorrowfully over her shoulder at Thomas, but he made a shooing motion with his hands, making it clear once more that he would not come to her rescue even as moral support.
You’re a successful lawyer. You don’t have anything to fear. And if you’re afraid… fake it.
It was the motto she lived by. Natalie threw her shoulders back once more, lifted her chin, and minced toward them in steps that belied her lack of confidence.
She nodded at his greeting, relieved that he had spoken first. “Hello, Nate. Lora.”
“Hi,” the petite blonde murmured, still seeming bashful from her spanking.
Natalie’s eyes shifted back to Nate. Might as well get this over with. She cleared her throat. “I came to apologize. I never should have gone on your computer. I knew that using the Wi-Fi was against the rules, and I should have respected that. I’m sorry.”
He nodded. “I appreciate your apology.”
Relief flooded her body so quickly that she nearly felt dizzy. “Well… thanks. I guess I’ll… I’ll see you around.”
“Thanks for coming by.”
She nodded and turned to go when she heard Lora say her name. She turned back around to see that the other woman had stood and was wringing her hands.
“Um, I was hoping… I mean… we could still take that tour later… if you want.”
Natalie hadn’t had a girlfriend since junior high. She was a focused woman and she’d never had time for slacking off. Still, she recognized the signs and knew that, for whatever reason, Lora seemed to think she would be angry with her. Though she was out of practice, she knew how to put her fears to rest. She reached out and gave Lora’s hand a squeeze. “I’d really like that. Tomorrow, maybe?”
Lora’s smile was immediate and bright. “Yes. That would be great. I’ll see you then.”
Promising that she would, Natalie, despite her scorched backside, was smiling when she walked back toward Thomas.
“That seemed to go well,” he observed.
“No thanks to you,” she quipped before she could think better of it. She winced as soon as the words were out of her mouth.
But much to her surprise and relief, Thomas laughed. “You really are a sassy thing, aren’t ya?” He shook his head, still grinning. “You have ten seconds to get to your room, or there will be trouble. One…”
Letting out a squeal and without a care for anyone else in the lobby who might be watching, Natalie took off for the stairs at top speed. Her heart was beating fast, but as she heard Thomas behind her, hot on her heels, she realized that she was having fun. How was that possible, after everything that had happened? But she didn’t have long to analyze it, because he was chasing her in earnest.
Natalie was laughing, her cheeks flushed, when she made a lunging sprint for the door. Her hand closed in around the knob and she turned to him flashing a triumphant, albeit breathless smile.
Thomas was only two steps behind her and began growling in mock annoyance.
With another laugh, she turned the door and fell into the room. He quickly closed the distance between them and slammed the door shut.
“What now?” she asked.
Without answering, he came toward her, but Natalie danced out of his reach, her smile so big her cheeks hurt. How did he do that? What was it in his smile that made her forget that not even twenty minutes ago, he’d been making her bottom red and tears fall from her eyes?
But she didn’t have long to muse on it because before she knew it he had captured her after all—darn those distracting thoughts!—and had a hand behind her head, moving her face toward his. As much as she was enjoying playing coy, she immediately dismissed the thought when his full lips were coming at her. She knew how delicious they tasted, and she wouldn’t mind a second helping.
His lips brushed over hers, ever so softly, before he pulled away, leaving her blinking in surprise and confusion.
“Bed. Now,” he ordered with a low growl in his voice.
Her mouth dropped open in surprise. “I… did I do something wrong?”
“You already know the answer to that one, darlin’.”
Natalie’s brow furrowed. “Well, yes, but I thought—”
“We still have to address your lying to me.”
Her eyes widened at this unexpected turn of events. “But you already spanked me!”
“I don’t like your tone, young lady.”
She swallowed over the sudden lump in her throat. “I… I’m sorry, I just…” She shrugged helplessly.
“I know you’re confused,” he said, his voice gentler. “So let me help you. I’m in charge here and you do what I say. Understood?”
Miserably, she nodded.
“Good. Now that I think about it, let’s make a stop by the bathroom first.”
Natalie had no choice but to trail behind him as he walked toward the bathroom. She watched dubiously as he picked up the bar of soap sitting on the sink and turned on the faucet. He kept it under the running water for a minute before switching it off and turning to her with the wet bar in his hand.
The furrow in her brow deepened. “I took a shower this morning.”
“Good to know. Come here.”
The sound of her own name had never made her squirm quite like this before. “Okay. But I still don’t understand what—”
“Don’t worry. You soon will.”
Frowning, she nonetheless obeyed.
Her stomach dropped at this bizarre pronouncement. He didn’t mean… he wasn’t going to put that… that soap in her mouth, was he?
Almost as though he could read her thoughts, he said, “Naughty girls who tell lies get their mouths washed out with soap.”
She shuddered. He couldn’t be serious. But a quick peek at his face revealed that there wasn’t a trace of humor in his expression.
“Unless, that is, you need another spankin’ first to remind you to obey?”
Her eyes fixated on the slick white bar. A few bubbles were clinging to the soap. She gave another shudder, but knew very well that her butt couldn’t take any more spanking. And she had lied. “I wouldn’t have if I’d known this was going to happen,” she muttered, only partly for his benefit.
“Well, now you know. But the taste of soap in your mouth will leave a lastin’ impression, trust me. You’ll never lie to me again, I s’pect.”
Taking a deep breath, Natalie steeled herself and opened her mouth. It was worse than she could have imagined. From the first moment that the slimy soap was inserted, she was wincing and gagging. Thomas only pushed it partway in before rubbing it back and forth over her tongue. He probably only did it for a solid minute, but to Natalie it might as well been a lifetime.
As soon as he withdrew it, she rushed to the sink, but he stopped her with a stern, “Uh-uh.”
She whirled on him, tears already in her eyes as the acrid taste continued to fill her mouth despite the removal of the soap. “Please, you can’t—”
“Soon. Now, follow me.”
Casting one more lingering look full of longing at the faucet, Natalie followed Thomas.
“Now, on the bed.”
This time, she didn’t argue, didn’t even hesitate. What was the point? He’d have what he wanted in the end, anyway.
But when she lay on the bed, Thomas shook his head at her. Despite her scorched rear, she felt a flash of temper. She swallowed it back just in time.
He circled his finger in the air and Natalie took it as her signal to roll onto her stomach.
She could hear it as he moved over to the bed, could feel his eyes on her. Having a feeling that she would need it, Natalie pulled the pillow to her chest.
“I want you to keep your eyes on the wall. Do not turn around. Understand?”
Her heart sped up and she licked her lips. “I… I understand, sir. But what…?” She didn’t know how to finish the question. What she wanted to say was that she’d been spanked enough, thank you very much, and what the hell did he think he was doing? But she knew that it wouldn’t be received very well. Besides which, with the awful taste of soap in her mouth, combined with a very sore rear end, all the fight was gone from her body. She had never felt so submissive, but she was, down to her very core.
“Eyes on the wall,” he repeated. Thomas could do softly stern like no one else. “We’re not done with your punishment yet.”
Though she had guessed that much, hearing it said aloud still made her cringe. She had hoped by now her sins would be paid for, that he would leave her in peace to lick her wounds and nurse her broken pride. Still, Natalie obeyed, resisting the urge to turn around and plead her case.
“Good girl,” Thomas murmured, his voice drawing nearer.
Natalie held perfectly still, but that didn’t stop her pulse from picking up. She heard the sound of a cap being opened and the urge to look was nearly impossible to resist. Only knowing what would happen if she did—her ass tingled, as if she needed a reminder—kept her still.
When his hand fell, his fingers stroked her cheeks in a soft caress. Natalie clutched the pillow to her, burying her face into its soft down and whimpering. It was partly from relief and partly from the sensation of his touch. After the blistering punishment she’d received, the stroking of his warm hand on her throbbing rear was both painful and welcome.
“Do you like that?” he asked, his voice silky and seductive.
Natalie’s toes curled with the desires rising within her. Her pussy pulsed and moisture began to naughtily wet her panties.
“You’re going to be a good girl from now on, aren’t you, Natalie?” His hand slid down lower and lower. When he grasped her sit spot, giving it a tiny squeeze, another whimper escaped her lips.
She felt dizzy with wanting, and confused at the same time. What was wrong with her? How could he make being in pain feel so downright erotic? Did it hurt more than it aroused her, or was it the other way around?
Whatever was going on with her, Thomas seemed to like it judging by the velvety seductiveness of his voice. “Natalie?”
“Y-yes, sir,” she breathed. “I’ll be good.”
“Is that a promise?”
“Yes. I promise.”
He gave her sit spot another squeeze, slightly harder this time, making her moan. “Good girl, that’s what I want to hear. I want you to remember your promise.” The next squeeze was harder, almost a pinch—a warning, she couldn’t help thinking.
“I will!” she squealed.
Thomas chuckled and the sound of it was so rich and warm it took every ounce of self- control not to turn and look at him. “This is the last part of your punishment. Take it well, and we’ll be done.”
The butterflies in her belly became knots at his words. She started to turn toward him, but stopped herself just in time. “Please, sir… haven’t I been punished enough?”
“Tsk, tsk.” He clucked his tongue. “That promise didn’t last long, did it?”
When the meaning of his words hit her, she buried her face in the pillow once more to hide her embarrassment.
“Naughty girls don’t decide when their punishment is over.”
“Remember your promise,” he whispered, his mouth so near her ear she could feel the warmth. It sent a jolt of electricity running through her.
The next thing she knew, she felt his finger at her back door, probing with purpose.
“Thomas!” she gasped, her head shooting up from the pillow and her back arching in protest.
“That’s ‘sir’ to you,” he corrected, his tone so mild that without the ability to see his face she couldn’t tell if he was joking or not.
“Please, sir,” she whimpered as she felt his finger prodding her anus.
“Shh, you’re going to be okay. Just be a good girl, like you promised.”
“But… I don’t understand,” Natalie protested. She’d never felt more vulnerable in her life than she did in this moment. “You said…”
“That I was going to punish you. And that’s exactly what I’m doing. Who decides how you’re punished, Natalie?”
“You do,” she squealed, her muscles fighting the entry of his finger.
“That’s right, I do.” And with that, his finger slid inside her.
It was the strangest sensation she’d ever felt. It didn’t hurt—not exactly. It was uncomfortable, yes, but it wasn’t only the physical sensation that was difficult to tolerate. Somehow, as though all of her emotions were located in the tight hole he now accessed, Natalie felt herself turn into a puddle. All the anger, the apprehension, even the tears all consolidated into one and fell away. As his finger moved inside her, in and out, she was under his complete control and she knew it.
“Please… stop,” she pleaded.
Natalie clutched the pillow and squeezed her eyes shut. I can do this. If I can handle my bare ass being paddled, I can handle this.
But it was both easier and harder to take than a spanking. Though there was an absence of stingy pain you got with the paddle, this type of discomfort… being under the complete control of someone else… it was terrifying and humiliating and wonderfully freeing all at once. The trouble was, since Natalie didn’t know what emotion to go with, she just did her best to block everything out.
“You never lie to me again, ever,” Thomas said, his voice firm and yet, somehow soothing to the point of being hypnotizing. “I better never, ever catch you in a lie again, do you hear me?” His finger never stopped moving as he spoke, sliding in and out.
Right now, in this position of complete and total submission Natalie could not picture herself ever daring to do such a thing. Not if this strong, stern man would be the one she would have to face. “Yes, sir. I understand.”
“Good girl.” His finger moved faster inside her, making her pulse quicken and her breathing speed up. “And no more backtalk, either.”
“When did I…” But as his digit sped up faster still, dancing inside of her, the rest of her sentence died on her lips. “Yes, sir.”
Thomas’s soft chuckle was unmistakable. “Good girl. And if you disobey? What then, my naughty little girl?”
She felt the knots in her stomach loosen as she exhaled slowly. “You’ll spank me?”
“Without a doubt. Little girls who don’t obey their daddies get punished. In all kinds of painful, horrible ways. Isn’t that right?”
Natalie froze. He had called her little girl before… but what was all this ‘daddy’ stuff?
“Isn’t that right?” he prompted.
At a loss, overwhelmed by the sensations he was creating inside of her, she said the only thing she could. “Yes, sir.”
“Okay then.” He continued to finger her anus for a few more moments without speaking, just the intense, purposeful thrusts of his digit into her small, tight hole while she breathed heavily and whimpered.
And then it stopped. When he withdrew his finger, she uttered a soft cry and turned on her side.
“Shh. You’re okay. You were a good girl. Don’t move, I’ll be right back.”
She curled into a ball on her side, breathing deeply, feeling relieved at the loss of the pressure and disappointed all at once. She had never met a man who could evoke such powerful emotions in her. It was a little unsettling. She’d only been his charge for a couple of days, and look at what he’d done to her.
Straining her ears, Natalie heard the sound of running water. Then in a few minutes Thomas was back at her side, as promised.
“Roll onto your back,” he instructed her, his tone so gentle that the knots in her belly unfurled completely.
She did as she was instructed and Thomas leaned over, pulling the covers back. He waited until she scooted, motioning her to the center of the bed. When she’d complied, he sent the sheet flying with a flick of his wrist, the fabric ballooning above her like a pure, bright white wall. Then the sheet came back to earth, settling around her perfectly.
Natalie let out a laugh that was pure delight, and even she was amazed when the sound reached her ears. She couldn’t believe it—in this moment, she felt like a child again. Protected, safe, loved. As Thomas tucked the comforter around her, she smiled up at him, suddenly shy. All the walls were down—she didn’t have a single safeguard left. She was her realest, truest self, and she’d never felt more vulnerable.
No one had ever made her feel so transparent. Not until Thomas.
He offered her the plastic cup in his hand. “Take a deep sip, then spit.”
Gratefully, she accepted it and did just that, relieved to have the awful taste out of her mouth.
“Now, lie down and I’ll tell you a story,” Thomas said as he sat down on the bed beside her.
Any other time, she would have laughed at the absurdity of it, but in this moment she couldn’t imagine anything more perfect. “Yes, please.” She gazed up at him adoringly.
“Once upon a time, there was a pretty lawyer who met a cowboy.”
“Now, the cowboy could tell that this pretty lady was a very good girl, deep down inside.”
“Oh, deep down, huh?”
Thomas lightly tapped her nose. “Hush and listen.”
She snuggled deeper under the covers.
“But sometimes, this good girl needed help being good.”
“So he helped her?”
He mock scowled at her. “Hey, who’s telling this story?”
“Hmph. Anyway, so the cowboy would help her, because he wanted her to see herself like he saw her. He knew that she was brave, and strong, and smart. But he also knew that she was very sad.”
“Sad?” Natalie’s brow furrowed.
“Yep. She was lonely, so she surrounded herself by law books and more work than she could possibly handle on her own. But none of this made the loneliness go away.”
“What happened next?”
“Well, the cowboy just knew that if he could show her what a good girl she was, she wouldn’t have to be sad anymore. So the cowboy became her daddy and she became his little girl.”
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