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“I’ve never spanked you, have I?” Reggie mused aloud.
“No.”
“Then it will be a treat for both of us.”
I smiled meekly, not sure how much of a treat this would really be for me.
The phone buzzed loudly, interrupting the tense moment. Laying the paddle on the end of his desk, Reggie turned around and answered it. A brief conversation ensued, filled with ‘yes’s’ and ‘no’s’ and a final “I’ll be right there.”
“Sorry Alex, I’m going to have to take care of a matter that can’t wait.” Without another word, he left the office, with me sitting staring at the paddle as it lay in front of me.
I had time then to breathe a sigh of relief, though I didn’t doubt he’d be back soon to fulfill the order of the moment.
Being back in his presence was not as horrible as I imagined it would be. Perhaps I’d created a horror story in my head as the time passed between the present and those months we had together. He was still the charming, arrogant, dominant man I was so wildly attracted to, for the way he was able to draw from me desire that I found so difficult to express. And now he was working his magic again.
Certainly I’d know this time not to fall in love with him. That kind of response was a silly school girl fantasy that I would not succumb to again. And yet, the idea of being under Reggie’s dominant command once more was exciting me as it had always been. It was even making me wonder where in all this mess Will would be. Wasn’t it for him I was doing it?
Reggie returned to his office with a self absorbed expression on his face. His aspect was curt to the point of being brusque, even rude.
“Stand up, Alexandra,” he ordered.
I complied, and found him quickly taking the paddle from his desk and sitting down where I had sat. On the edge of his seat, he pulled me to his side and then over this lap. It all happened so quickly, I wouldn’t appreciate until afterwards the breathtaking intimacy of the position. Oh yes, I’d been over Keith’s lap, but this was something quite different. Reggie was disciplining me for something real, not some imagined thing. He was stern, gruff and seemed genuinely pissed off at me for being unfaithful to his friend Will. Maybe a little bit of morality was peeking out from this typically amoral man.
“I don’t know whether you’ll thank me or curse me; but you will pay very dearly for your artful deceit. I can imagine the agony you’ve caused Will. We’ll take it out of your ass stroke by stroke by stroke.”
He pulled up on the hem of my tight skirt, tugging at it until it was bunched around my waist. I was wearing a garter belt, stockings and nothing more. I figured that it would please him to have a well prepared bottom with no underwear to obstruct the application of a punishment; but if Reggie was at all pleased, he certainly didn’t indicate that.
He was all business. The leather paddle came down on my bottom with a ruthless half dozen smacks. The crack against my flesh was loud, but at least the first smacks of the leather were not painful. In fact, I should say they were warming, sending a lovely wicked feeling through my bottom side. I was instantly grinding my hips against his lap, but that was soon to stop.
Reggie paddled my bottom with the leather striking at all kinds of odd intervals. Unlike Keith who was so methodical and steady, Reggie laid the punishment on, first in short blasts with the leather literally peppering my ass with quick shots, then with a longer, slower, but infinitely harsher impact.
At first the leather felt good against my rear; it was a much more satisfying feeling than the stinging hairbrush Keith had used. Yet once Reggie had covered my bottom several times, it didn’t seem to matter what he was using to punish me, the pain was so intense, there was no way to imagine that this was some sexual turn-on. I constantly murmured my protests; though I knew very well Reggie would ignore them. And yet, this seemed my only recourse. The ‘oh nos’ and ‘please stops’ pouring from my mouth were the only way I could endure the pain, which was quickly becoming unbearable.
The longer he went on, the more I wiggled against him. I was surprised by the sheer strength of the man, never having tested it before. His lap was like granite, and the arm fixed around my waist made the position I was in immovable.
“Oh Reggie, please!” I finally pleaded with him, thinking he never would end this. I wasn’t even considering that I might be heard outside his office—the embarrassment of that would come later.
“Alexandra, my dear,” he said, stopping for just a moment. “You’re creating your own torment, the more you struggle with this, the longer I’ll go on.”
“Oh, please, you don’t mean that?”
I thought he
would laugh at that statement, he was probably smiling to himself. And he certainly wasn’t finished. The welcome pause was followed by a renewed zeal, Reggie laying the leather paddle against my sore ass again and again. He seemed to be determined to take me to some limit; and only he knew what that was.
Somewhere deep inside, I knew it was only right to yield. Perhaps he was even waiting for that. Once giving in to the pain, it didn’t seem as fierce anymore, even though he continued smacking my blistered bottom again and again. Maybe he lightened because he felt me surrender, or maybe I just didn’t find it as painful anymore. But finally succumbing to him, with any thoughts of full-fledged mutiny vanished, Reggie ended at last.
When he pushed me from his lap, I was disheartened. I was hoping for some kind of tenderness; but I should have known, that was nearly impossible from Reggie. He’d never been one for sweet nothings and nurturing attention at such moments.
“It seems you’re in need of a good deal of retraining, my dear Alexandra.”
I looked down at his severe expression, feeling rather guilty for the way I’d handled myself, when it was me that had started this whole thing. He was quite right.
“If you don’t surrender yourself any better than this, you’re in for one very long correction.”
He was genuinely angry with me, and that made me doubly embarrassed. This was certainly not what I’d intended to do, but I wasn’t given the opportunity to discuss it further.
Reggie quickly rose from the chair. “I have to go, and so will you. If I decide to help you take care of your predicament, I’ll call you. But don’t hold your breath, I may not call at all.”
