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“I know, right?” I giggled.
A bark of laughter came over the phone from Veronica. “I don’t know how you do it. Have your parents found out yet?”
I really didn’t want to think about my parents and the consequences of my accusations. That was another problem for another day. I squeezed my constant companion, my favorite rock, tightly in my hand. I wanted to ride the bliss of the spanking for as long as possible, so I evaded the question and continued reliving the interaction.
“In his office, he stood so close to me I could smell his aftershave.”
“Oh! What kind does he wear?” Veronica interrupted.
I rolled my eyes. How the hell should I know what kind?
“Honestly, Veronica, how would I know that? He smelled of bergamot, jasmine and cedar. There were other subtle notes, as well.”
“You love bergamot!”
She squealed loud enough that I had to move the phone a good foot away from my ear or risk losing my hearing on one side. And everyone thought I was out of control? Laughable! No one had any idea who I really was, and I’d only recently come to suspect what I might be. Everyone only saw what I wanted them to see. That’s just how I liked it.
Scrolling through social media one night I’d seen an ad for a steamy book. It grabbed my attention because the man on the cover had eyes like Gray. I downloaded it and devoured it faster than I’d read anything in my entire life. I hadn’t even known books like that existed, where a man took a woman under his care and spanked her when she was bad. I was so turned on while I read it that as soon as it was over, I went looking for more. I couldn’t get enough.
“It’s my favorite scent. Anyway”—I waited for another interruption, but she stayed silent—“in the hall, he asked me if I had something I wanted to say to him.”
“What did you say?”
“I answered, ‘yes. Are you open to having a personal shopper? You could sure use it’. He gripped the back of my neck and shivers skated down my spine. My damp panties rubbed my sensitive nether lips. His hand was warm, and he held me with a type of gentle, yet commanding strength I never imagined possible.”
I smirked, hearing the springs of Veronica’s bed squeaking, and knew she was bouncing with excitement. She always did when I told her one of my scandalous tales.
“And then?” She sounded a little breathless.
“He bent me over his desk. I warned him to not ruin my expensive leggings with his big strong hands, but he just yanked them right down.”
“No,” she gasped. “And what did he say?”
“He didn’t say anything, just smacked my bottom with his hand.”
I expected the squeal this time and held the phone away before her high pitch could deafen me.
When I was sure she was finished, I put the phone back to my ear and told her the next part. Reliving the whole thing was almost hotter than living through it the first time, and I couldn’t wait for some alone time to relieve the growing ache between my legs.
“He asked me why I was receiving a spanking. I sassed him because I wanted to see how far he would take the whole thing. That was when he changed from his hand to a ruler. It hurt so much at first I almost regretted egging him on. But honestly, I was so turned on by that point, the pain morphed into a pleasure I never even knew existed.”
At that point, I was so caught up in my own story that I couldn’t help but embellish it. Getting lost in my own fantasy, I closed my eyes and sighed. “He made me spread my legs and then he ran a finger along my opening, swirling his finger around my clit until I thought I would go mad with need.”
Veronica gasped. “No way!”
“Way!” I nodded my head with confirmation, even though she couldn’t see me. It somehow helped me believe my own words. “‘You know you want to come for Daddy, don’t you, little one?’ That’s what he said, isn’t that so hot?” It never happened. Well, not to me. I’d stolen the lines directly from the book I had just finished reading.
“Way hot!” Veronica moaned.
“Wait, it gets better. He unzipped his pants and squeezed my battered cheeks. ‘I’m going to take this sweet pussy and make it mine,’ he hissed in my ear and slammed his cock hilt-deep inside of me.” My pussy pulsed with need, and I just barely refrained from playing with myself as my fabrication took on a life of its own, consuming my body and mind.
“You’re so lucky, Harmony. All the great stuff happens to you.”
She couldn’t be more wrong, but I didn’t need to share my real-life problems with her. That wasn’t the basis of our friendship. I didn’t share them with anyone, that’s why it’s called “personal” in the first place. My feelings and my thoughts were the only things that my parents could not control. Everything else had to fit in with their social profile. That’s what happens when you’re the daughter of wealthy socialites: control, and not the kind I craved deep in my heart. But my thoughts, my feelings, my emotions—they were all mine and I held them close to the vest, not letting anyone, even my “best friend” see the real me.
“Then what?”
“Huh?” I was so lost in my thoughts that I’d completely forgotten I was even on the telephone.
