J. McKenna - Secretary’s Punishment

She looked at him through loving eyes. Licking her lips, she bent forward and took his hard member into her mouth. Edward was in heaven. Her technique was excellent. He stopped her before he came—he wanted to make love to her today. They crawled into bed. She winced when her sore bottom came into contact with the sheets and Edward ignored it.

He began to kiss her neck as his fingers roamed over her hot flesh. She gave a little moan deep in her throat. Taking his time, he wanted her to really feel the love between them. Yes, he was her Dom, but he was also her lover and he cared about her feelings. He moved down and kissed her nipples, feeling them reach out in response. His kisses continued down her stomach and she gasped in surprise when he spread her legs and began to tongue her in her private place.

“Oh! Oh, Mr. Caudry!” Her hands fluttered about as if to pull him back up to her. He ignored her and quickly brought her to a satisfying climax.

The climbed up over her. Emily’s eyes grew wide. “Oh my.”

“You were a very bad girl, you know,” he said, letting his cock barely slip between the cleft of her pussy.

She nodded.

“Running off like that.” More of his cock slipped in. Her mouth came open.

“You needed that spanking.”

She nodded now, her breath catching in her throat.

“Didn’t you?”

“Y-yes, sir,” she breathed, losing herself in his thrusts.

He pressed himself all the way in, feeling her warm pussy envelope him. He drew back and pressed forward again, watching her eyes, her mouth. Her face grew flushed as he increased his thrusts. She hung on to him as his cock pistoned inside her. Her breath rose in octaves until she was hanging on as she cried out her pleasure.

“OH! OH! OH!”

She climaxed and Edward felt his cock explode. Sparks danced in his vision and at that moment, he felt an amazing connection to this young woman. Emotionally, they were one for a split second and he hung onto that before it faded and he sank down to rest his head in the crook of her neck.

“Oh my,” she whispered.

“That was wonderful,” he agreed.

Sunday afternoon, Edward drove home, feeling pleased with how the weekend had gone. They had made love many times since that first time early Saturday afternoon. Their relationship had been more like lovers than Dom-sub and Edward did wonder about that. Did he want a girlfriend or a submissive? He wanted both, he decided. Emily wanted to be with a strong man as well, so they did fit well together.

Just to be sure she understood her position in their relationship, he spanked her again Sunday morning after she had complained when he made her wear a blouse that showed a bit too much of her nipples. They had been heading out to brunch and she had recoiled.

“But people will see me!”

He dragged her over to the couch, lifted her skirt, and gave her several hard swats with his hand. When he was finished, he said, “I like people to look at you. It pleases me.”

She had given him no other argument. At the restaurant, she blushed pink whenever the waiter approached, his eyes widening in surprise, and Edward smiled at her and nodded as if to say, “Yes, this is what I want.”

She had promised to give her notice Monday. Edward returned to St. Louis, mulling over how he might convince Susan to quit. It wouldn’t be hard. He could just act more like a jerk.

It worked out perfectly. She quit at the end of the week. Mrs. Dowd was not pleased when Susan stomped over to her desk and announced she was leaving. She called him at once to complain.

“I despair at getting anyone to work for you,” she said. “Can’t you stop being such a hard case? You’re making my job miserable!”

“Not to worry, Mrs. Dowd. Emily Robinson would like to come back.”

Her voice faltered. “E-Emily?”

“Yes, she called the other day and said she was sorry she left—she had a family emergency of some sort. She wondered if she might return and I said it would be all right.”

“Well, that’s ... that’s good news, I guess.”

“She should be able to start next week, I’m told. I’ll let you know.”

“Very well. It does solve the problem of this paycheck I’ve been keeping for her.”

“Yes, it does.” He hung up, feeling pleased with himself.

Sunday afternoon, two weeks later. Emily arrived from Kansas City, her car bulging with her belongings. She seemed nervous and shy and Edward remained reserved but friendly. She seemed wary about moving into his home. Edward tried to allay her fears. He knew she was still skittish.

“Our relationship is changing, I know. For now, you may sleep upstairs,” he told her. “Come, I’ll help you get settled.” He dragged a heavy suitcase upstairs as she carried an armful of clothes still on their hangers. He showed her the comfortable double bed and the dresser and led her to the bathroom across the hall. She seemed in awe of his house and kept nodding at everything.

“Do you like it?”

“It’s very nice,” she said.

Edward knew his house was several steps up from her dingy apartment. Still, her expression seemed to indicate she thought she might be making a mistake.

“Don’t worry, you can move out anytime. I just know it’s not easy trying to reestablish oneself.”

She nodded. “Yeah. Thanks, I appreciate it.” It was clear she was wondering what their relationship might be like now that she was living with him.

Truth was, Edward didn’t really know either. He knew what he wanted, but that would take time. For now, he was just happy to have her around.

“Come, let’s get the rest of the things from your car and I’ll make us some lunch.”

It took just twenty more minutes to haul everything upstairs. She didn’t have much. He left her to sort out her belongings while he made lunch. He couldn’t stop smiling. She came down, still dressed in the jeans and a T-shirt she had arrived in. Edward studied her, thinking. Should he make a deal about her clothes? Or were things different now that she lived with him and yet wasn’t his official submissive? It was a small matter—but an important one.

“Why don’t you go upstairs and change while I finish putting lunch together,” he said, although lunch was ready to be served.

Emily’s eyes went to his and she froze for a moment in confusion. Slowly, she nodded as realization dawned. “Okay.” She turned and went upstairs.

He puttered about, putting out soup and sandwiches, his ears cocked for her return. When she walked in, he turned and looked her over. She was beautiful, as always. Whenever he saw her, he was impressed, but when she wore a dress and skirt with no underwear, she looked even more stunning to him. Her dress was short and rust-colored and her blouse white. He could see her nipples through it. He gave her a big smile. She smiled back and he pulled back a chair.

“Sit, please.”

She sat, tucking her skirt underneath her.

“Emily,” he reminded her, still holding the back of her chair.

“Oh!” She lifted up her skirt and sat bare-assed on the chair. He scooted her up to the table. She waited after he sat down for him to serve himself first. He nodded his approval and took a sandwich half. He passed the plate to her and she took one.

“Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.”

He picked up his spoon and began to eat. The soup was out of a can but it tasted quite good. Or maybe it was just the company. He glanced at her as she ate, feeling his cock harden.

“This is a low-sodium soup,” he said to start the conversation. “It’s very good for you.”

She nodded. “It’s good.”

“And the sandwiches are portabello mushrooms and a low-fat cheese.”