J. McKenna - Secretary’s Punishment

He drove downtown, where he knew there would be several nice hotels. He turned to Emily. “Did you get on birth control pills like I asked?”

She turned toward him, eyes wide. “Uh...”

“Well?”

“Yes, sir,” she said in a small voice.

“Good,” he said, quite pleased. It told him a lot about her anticipation of this event. Perhaps she had dreamed that her macho boss would come rescue her from squalor.

He found a nice-looking hotel and parked in front. “Bring your bag.” He went around and retrieved his from the trunk and together they went inside. He handed his keys to a valet and checked them both in. It was expensive and Edward slipped a glance over at Emily as she took everything in. He could tell she was impressed.

Good, he thought. Let her see what it might be like to stay with him.

The bellhop took their bags and they rode up to the sixth floor. The room was luxurious—even Edward was impressed. The suite was large, with a king-sized bed and comfortable furniture. The bellhop swept the window curtains aside, showing them a nice view of the downtown skyline. As soon as Edward saw Emily’s reaction, he knew she was feeling much more comfortable with him.

He tipped the bellhop and closed the door, leaving them alone once again.

“What do you think?”

“It’s wonderful!” she replied, twirling around. “It’s beautiful!”

“Glad you like it. Consider this your employee incentive.”

She stopped and gazed at him. He thought for a moment he had pressed too far, but then she tipped her head and smiled. “It’s very nice. I’ll bet none of your other secretaries got this!”

He chuckled. “No, they didn’t.”

She went into the bathroom and he could hear her marveling about the tub. He followed her in and noted it was large enough for two easily. The spout poured from the center and it had a spray attachment—perfect for some couples’ fun.

“I’ve never seen such a large tub!”

He reached down and turned on the taps. “In that case, we shall have a bath.”

She looked up. “You mean, together?”

“Of course.”

He turned away, ignoring her surprised expression. Did she really think they would not be naked and have sex tonight? He didn’t want her to think too much about it. She had to learn just to go along with his wishes. She would find it would be quite rewarding.

He purposely did not allude to any punishments she had already chalked up—hesitating before changing her clothes or lifting her skirt to sit bare-assed—but he fully intended to bring them up eventually. Just take it slow, he told himself. Make her miss you and miss the lifestyle. Above all, relieve her of fear. She would have to learn to trust him all over again.

He twisted the taps and the water thundered out. He found some bubble bath salts among the hotel supplies and poured them in. Emily laughed when she saw the bubbles begin to fill the tub. They stood for a few minutes and watched the water rise. Edward bent down and adjusted the temperature until it was hot and steaming.

“Take off your clothes,” he said nonchalantly. He began to strip.

Emily hesitated only for a moment before stripping down. He noted she did turn away from him, which seemed odd since he had seen her naked so many times before. He ignored her and slipped into the tub, sighing aloud at how relaxing it felt.

She stepped in and Edward could see she her pubic hair had started to grow in. He pointed. “That will have to go,” he said before she could sit down.

She glanced down and quickly sat, hiding herself among the bubbles. He watched as she bit her lip, but she didn’t say anything.

They washed and talked casually, as if they were having a drink in the living room, not naked in a tub together. Edward found it delightfully sexy and he could tell Emily did too. He realized being a master meant more than just ordering a submissive around—it also meant being playful at times. He had been caught up in the game so much, he had lost sight of how much fun it can be—for both parties. Of course it had been fun for him, but he needed to think more about her needs—and fears.

Edward felt he had reached a better understanding of what it was to be a Dom. From that point on, he decided he would be more relaxed about his efforts to learn the lifestyle. He’d been pushing, trying to force her into his image of what a perfect sub should be. He vowed to listen to her needs as well in order to make sure she felt loved and cared for.

“Turn around, I’ll wash your back,” he said.

She smiled and obeyed. He took the washcloth and rubbed her back, enjoying the intimacy. She seemed to purr under his hands.

“Here, lean back—I’ll wash your hair.”

She almost gasped her surprise. But she leaned against his upraised knees and he used the spray nozzle to wet her hair. Taking the small bottle of shampoo the hotel provided, he poured in a handful and began working it in.

“Hmmm,” Emily breathed.

Edward felt her body relax against him.

“See how much better this is?”

“You’re being very nice,” she admitted.

“I hated to lose you. Everything was going so well.” He caught himself before he apologized again, remembering Paul’s words. “I’m sure we can get back there again.”

She didn’t speak. He washed her hair and rinsed it and turned her around to wash her breasts, even though they were already clean. He liked the feel of her nipples in his hand and from her expression, he could tell she did too. Emily returned the favor, washing his back, although he insisted in washing his own hair.

“Come on, let’s get out.”

Edward helped her step from the tub and used a big towel to dry her off. She stood naked, her eyes half closed, enjoying being ministered to. As he dried himself off, he pointed to the downy hair on her pussy. “Shave that. You can use my razor.”

She looked down. “Oh.”

He watched, pleased, as she went at once to the sink and gathered the materials. She glanced around as if trying to decide the best spot. She sat on the toilet lid and spread her legs wide. Her self-consciousness from earlier seemed to have vanished. He didn’t want to make her feel nervous, so he only stole glances now and then as she bent down and spread the foam over her mound and began to shave. He brushed his teeth and combed his hair, taking his time so he could keep an eye on her.

She finished and stood up. “There.”

He turned and let his gaze fasten on her bare pussy. “Good. Very good.”

She brushed her teeth and followed him into the bedroom. He pulled back the covers and sat on the bed, naked. Emily was nervous. She waited for him to give her direction. He reached to the end of the bed where his suit coat lay and retrieved the ruler. Her eyes went wide.

“Lay over my knees,” he said.

“But-but...”

“You can’t tell me you don’t deserve punishment.”

“Well, I—”

“Leaving me without a word? Running off back home? That’s worth a few swats at least.”

“But I was scared!”

He softened his voice. “I know you were. But you must realize you can talk to me anytime. You can express your fears and I will listen.” He patted his knees.

She came to him then and lay over his thighs. His erection poked her in the stomach and she had to wiggle about to get comfortable. He raised the ruler and gave her a smack on her pale bottom. She jerked and he admired the red mark it left.

“That’s one,” he said.

He gave her nine more, not too hard. He barely left red marks. She needed it, he knew. He eased her off his legs and she fell to her knees, one hand rubbing her sore ass.

“Now be a good girl and give me a blowjob,” he said.