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Chapter 8 – CandaceI sat at my desk the next day, still thinking about the events of the day before. I was struggling to stay focused on my work because I kept thinking about it.
I had been surprised that Brody didn’t take my virginity. Actually, after I gave him head, he took off the handcuffs and clamps and walked away like nothing had even happened. And he didn’t do anything else with me.
I wanted him to take my virginity so bad. I just knew that it was going to be amazing. He turned me on so much.
I hated how he teased me so much, but I also liked it. Everything he did was such a turn-on and left me wanting more.
I was in the middle of answering an email when he called my name from the other room.
“Yes?” I said, appearing in the doorway.
He motioned for me to step into the room.
“Yes, I need to ask you something,” he said, folding his hands in front of him. “Are you doing okay with your workload?”
“Yes,” I said, nodding.
I didn’t know what he was getting at.
“Okay, well that’s odd,” he said, turning his attention to the computer screen in front of him. “Because I have been checking your work and I found a mistake. You forgot to put the firm footer in the signature of this email.”
He showed it to me and, sure enough, I had forgotten. I mentally kicked myself for being so absentminded and careless. I was sure that he was going to fire me. I braced myself for it.
“I am so sorry,” I said, pleading with him. “It won’t happen again.”
“Oh, I know it won’t,” he said. “That’s because now you’re going to have to earn my forgiveness. It’s not something that I give easily.”
His phone rang and he answered it. He put the caller on hold and spoke to me.
“Take off your clothes and lay on the floor with your legs spread open until I’m ready to discipline you.”
I did as I was told, laying on the cold floor. I listened as he finished his conversation. It felt like it went on forever as I lay there, my legs spread wide open. I stared up at the ceiling, wondering what was about to happen.
Brody definitely didn’t cease to amaze me. The way that he was just so commanding made me more turned on by him.
So, I waited and waited for him to do what he was going to do with me.
When the phone call finally ended, he stood up and came around to where I lay.
“Get up on all fours,” he said, watching me carefully.
I did, getting in the doggystyle position. I wondered if he was finally going to fuck me. I was definitely ready. Even though I was a little scared it would hurt. His cock was huge. Plus, he was in an angry mood and might fuck me really hard and rough.
But he didn’t.
“I’m going to spank you,” he told me, rubbing my ass.
I was scared, but I was also turned on. My pussy was dripping wet as he spoke. I was ready for whatever punishment he was going to give me.
He started tapping my ass playfully at first. Then, his slaps got harder. His smacks hurt but felt good at the same time. It was a strange sensation.
He spanked my ass hard a few times before getting up and walking over the wall. He grabbed a wooden paddle and walked back over to where I stood. I swallowed hard, feeling a little scared.
He started spanking me with the paddle. It hurt. But, again, it felt good, too. He slapped my ass with it so hard I was sure that it was turning a bright red.
That thought was embarrassing, of him seeing my red and welted ass, but it was also a turn-on. I liked baring my body for him and letting him do whatever he wanted. I bit my lip, bracing myself against each spank.
“And let that be a lesson for you that I won’t tolerate any carelessness,” he said, standing up and putting the paddle back on the wall. “Get dressed.”
I put my clothes on, being careful not to touch my sore ass.
It hurt to walk; it hurt to move. And yet I wanted more.
I wanted him to punish me with not only his hand and his paddle but also with his mouth, his cock, his belt, whatever he wanted. I was addicted to the way he made me feel, good or bad. I was his to play with, to punish, to use.
The only problem was that I felt I was falling in love.
And I couldn’t help but hope the same was true for him.Chapter 9 – BrodyI watched as Candace put on her shirt. She was about to put her pants on.
“Wait,” I said, walking around to where she stood.
