BDSM EROTICA: A Hot, Hardcore Anthology (13 page)

“No, Jake,
no please don’t.”

“Yes,
Charlie, I will. You need to be punished for the state you left the company in,”
Jake replied calmly. “You can make this easy on yourself, or hard. The choice
is yours.”

Charlie
began to struggle again. “What do you mean the choice is mine? If the choice is
mine, let me up.”

“And have
the firm start legal proceedings?”

Charlie
stilled as the weight of his statement hit home. As embarrassing as this was,
it had to be better than losing everything, being shunned and never able to
work professionally again. “Fine then. Get it over with.”

“Oh, I will,
but first there are two rules. Number one, you’ll count each slap. Second,
thank me for cleaning up your mess. If you lose count, or forget to thank me, I
start over. Do you understand?” he asked sternly while his hand gently caressed
her ass. He could feel her trembling beneath his hands and it only added to his
acknowledgement of the control he had over her right now. It was imperative she
acknowledged it as well and gave her free will to him.

Charlie
swallowed her retort, not wanting to anger him. He appeared to be in control
and she wanted to keep it that way. Instead she nodded and mumbled, “I
understand.”

Jake grabbed
her ponytail and yanked her head back. “What? I can’t hear you.”

“I said, I
understand damn it!” Charlene shouted.

Jake dropped
her head, “Good. Now, you’ll do just as I say and any more disobedience will
only mean more punishment. Do you understand that too?”

Charlene
instinctively lifted her head and replied in a loud clear angry voice, “Yes I
understand that too.” She wanted to remind him she wasn’t stupid, but thought
it wise to only think that part.

“Good, now
stand up and lower your jeans.”

Charlene
eagerly scrambled off his lap and stood in front of him. It was only then did
she realize that now she had to make a decision. She could run to the front of
the store, and grab her phone, or at least the front door. Until she realized
she didn’t know where her keys were.

“I’m waiting,
Charlene. I won’t be kept waiting. You have to the count of five to lower your
pants. Then you’ll have another choice, either I can do it for you or I walk
out of here and talk to legal. One.”

“You’re a
bastard,” she hissed.

“And then
some. Two,” he replied leaning back in the chair and folding his arms over his
chest.“Three.”

 “Oh all
right, all right,” she huffed unbuckling her belt. She quickly thanked herself
for not wearing some frilly lacy panties. Instead for whatever reason, she
chose staid white cotton briefs. They fit more comfortably under jeans and didn’t
ride up the crack of her ass.

Jake watched
her hands visibly shake as she unbuckled her thick black leather belt. He
wanted to pull it free from the loops and use that on her, but that would be
for another time. Today he wanted to use his bare hand. She unfastened the
button and lowered the zipper.

“Four.”

“What? I’m
doing what you asked. Stop counting already!” she exclaimed, but quickly hooked
her thumbs in the waistband and shimmied her hips to get her jeans over her
hips. Her shallow breathing made her chest heave. She felt as if she’d just
come back from a run, her pulse raced, her body flushed from the adrenaline
that rushed through her.

“Five. Just
in time, you’re lucky, Charlene.” Jake took a deep breath when he saw the plain
white cotton underwear. This was too good to be true. He was almost at eye
level with her covered mons. He saw no sign of pubes and wondered if she was
bare. The thought excited him. “Now turn around and put your hands on the counter,
flat.”

He watched
her hobble around and lean over. She barely lowered the jeans past her fleshy
globes, so he leaned forward and tugged them down to her knees, chuckling when
he heard her gasp. “Relax; we’re going to start soon. I’m not going to hurt you,
Charlene. Don’t get me wrong, this is going to hurt, but I’m not going to hurt
you. I promise. This is strictly punishment caused by your own actions, nothing
more, and nothing less. Who knows? You might even enjoy it,” he added simply to
spark a response.

“You
bastard, if you think I’m going to enjoy this, you’re a sick mother fucker.
Well you already are a sick mother if you get off on doing this kind of stuff.
You’re a freak,” she spat back.

“We’ll see.
Let’s just get a frame of reference to start with so we have something to
compare when we’re done. Shall we?” Jake stood up and kicked out her feet and
slid his hand to cup her pussy through her panties and pressed his and firmly
against her lips. “I don’t feel much heat or wetness. So I think it’s safe to
say you’re not sexually excited right now.”

“Well duh. I
suppose you’re cock is rock hard too, isn’t it you pervert.”

“Actually, I’m
not, you can feel my cock if you don’t believe me.”

“Go to hell,
Jake.”

Jake
chuckled sat back down, “Okay come and lay across my lap. Just like you were
before.”

“Fuck you.”

“Remember
what I said about disobedience? Do you want more punishment already? I’ll give
you to the count of three this time, because it’s all so new.”

“Aren’t you
freaking kind?”

“Yes, I
really am. I’m trying to be patient, Charlene, but it’s waring thin. Now do as
you’re told.”

Reluctantly,
Charlene lifted herself from the counter and hobbled around to face him again.
She lowered herself carefully across his lap, careful not to press any of her
body near his groin. Once she felt herself settled, she closed her eyes and
waited for the final humiliation.

Jake pulled
her closer to him and adjusted her for both of their comfort. Her toes barely
touched the floor, and her hands were bunched up near her chin. “Put your hands
on the floor, Charlene, now.” He wanted to feel her completely stretched out
over him, make sure he felt her breasts pressing into his thigh. When she was
positioned properly, he rubbed her ass cheeks slowly and gently. He deftly
lifted her shirt to mid-waist, so it wouldn’t get in his way. Then he slowly
pulled her panties down to her thighs. When she shrieked and struggled, he just
calmly put his hand on her lower back and she stilled.

“Remember, you’ll
count and then thank me for cleaning up your mess and saving your ass.”

“Yes, I
remember.”

“Good, you’ll
get twenty-five for your professional screw up, and then another five for your
insubordination.”

“What?”
Charlene cried out. This was becoming more unbelievable, if that was even
possible. Before she could explode on another rant, Jake’s hand came down on
her cheek. Pain flashed behind her eyes and she shrieked her discomfort. Out of
some dark recessed corner of her brain, she remembered she had rules to follow,
“One. Thank you for cleaning up my professional mess and saving my ass.”

“Very good ,Charlene.
I’m proud of you. For a minute I thought I was going to have to start over. It’s
not too bad when you’re at one, but once you get to ten it’s not as much fun
for you. Or at least I don’t think it is. You might miss on purpose.”

Jake
continued his calculated assault on her virgin cheeks. He had to give her
credit; she didn’t miss a single count until he reached the seventh slap. Her
cheeks were so red, although there were no visible signs of bruising, he knew
by the time he finished, she’d feel it for days after. Her shoulders started
shaking and he knew she started to sob quietly. He was barely one fifth of the
way done. “What’s the count Charlene, or do I have to start over?”

“Oh god no
please. It’s on seven. Thank you for cleaning up my mess and saving my ass,”
she pleaded.

“Ok, I’ll
give you that one, but next time I won’t ask, I’ll just tell you we’re starting
over.” He delivered numbers eight and nine in quick succession causing her to
spew the words so quickly they were barely audible.

 Jake
resumed the slow stinging blows. He ached to rub her cheeks after each
delivery, but this wasn’t erotic, this was punishment and he had to distinguish
between the two. He was generous enough to give her enough time to call out her
number and gratitude. She was openly crying now, rolling her hips with each
stinging blow. Her ass was such a beautiful shade of red, “This is the last one
for the work indiscretion.”

Charlene nodded
her head and braced herself for the final hard slap. The humiliation was almost
over. Her reputation would remain intact, her ego fractured, but no one would
know. As he raised his hand she felt a swoosh of air. She squeezed her eyes
shut in anticipation, and froze when his hand barely connected with her burning
flesh. She confidently called out the number and thanked him for the last time
for saving her ass.

Only now
that it was all over did she appreciate the irony of that statement. It was
over she realized, she made it through. She wiped the tears from her eyes and
marveled as the previous weight of the world lifted from her shoulders. She was
free from worry, and amazingly free.

Jake waited
for her to move. He assumed she would have flown from his lap the second she
knew they were finished. He sat in silence, his hands perfectly still and tried
not to focus on the naked bottom across his lap. Now that the punishment was
over, he let himself imagine all the things he wanted to do to her in that very
position. He knew the exact moment when the punishment melted into pleasure,
her shrieks ebbed into moans. If she was his, he’d point out the wet spot she
created on his thigh, but it wasn’t the right time or place for that now.

Charlene
felt the wetness between her legs and felt an entirely new feeling of
embarrassment wash over her. She was turned on by this abhorrent behavior. She
scrambled up off his lap and quickly started to pull up her panties. As she
bent over to reach down, she came almost face to face with the wet spot.

Jake cupped
her chin and lifted her eyes to meet his. This time his eyes were warm and
hungry, igniting her appetite. As Charlene leaned in toward his lips, Jake
scooped her up and sat her in his lap. She winced as her raw skin scraped
against his trousers. “Oh, careful,” she murmured against his lips. “My ass
kinda hurts you know.”

“That’s the
best thing about the hurt, Charlene, there’s so many ways I can make it go
away.”

“Just make
it hurt, but don’t hurt me, Jake,” Charlene whispered. “Promise?”

“Promise,”
Jake replied as he took her lips.

Charlene
wandered through the rest of her day in a fog. As she locked the door of her
very first day as an entrepreneur, her thoughts were on Jake and what happened
earlier that morning, and not on what transpired throughout the rest of the
day. Her cheeks, both facial and buttocks, were sore. She kept a smile
plastered on her face as people filtered in and out, browsing her shelves and
making a few purchases here and there. She couldn’t recollect a single patron
though; instead images of her strewn across her mentor’s lap bare-assed flooded
her mind. As if that wasn’t bad enough, the fact that she was immensely turned
on by the entire scene mortified her. Unconsciously, her hand rubbed her sore
backside, which, in turn, spurned a new flood of desire.

She felt the
flush of embarrassment when she remembered her racing pulse, her heaving chest,
the fire in Jake’s eyes when she faced him unabashedly with her pants at her
knees and all but begged him to do it again. Thankfully Jake left almost
immediately after that incident, and she didn’t have to admit to him she would
have fucked him right then and there. God she wanted to though. Not only did he
put her ass on fire, but the rest of her as well. What was the matter with her?
She wasn’t some kind of freak, only freaks enjoyed that.

Her friend
Sarah would enjoy that. Sarah was a freak, and didn’t mind anyone knowing it.
Sarah liked all the whips and chains stuff and never hesitated to fill the weekly
girls’ night out with tales of her latest exploits. Charlene never paid much
attention, but now she wondered if this was the kind of high Sarah boasted
about. Even now, nine hours later, just thinking about it made Charlene feel
like a bitch in heat.

There was,
however, the matter that drove Jake to her doorstep in the first place.
Charlene was positive she left all her accounts in good standing, and her
replacement was top notch. The thought only now dawned on her the entire thing
might have been a ruse.

“The
bastard,” she mumbled as anger set in. “Just what the fuck is he trying to
prove?” Her head jerked up at the sound of a knock on the glass window. It was
Jake, with flowers again. “Well we’ll just have to find out then shall we?”

With a purposeful
stride, she unlocked the door and wisely pocketed the key to let him enter.
Before she could let her anger spew, he thrust the flowers at her and held his
hand up to silence her.

“Before you
say something you really don’t mean and get yourself in more trouble, let me
explain. First, I never should’ve let things go that far this morning.” He put
his finger on her lips when she started to speak, “Shhh...let me finish. The
real reason I came over here this morning, besides the whole replacement mess,
is because you’re not my employee anymore.”

He waited
for the curiosity to bloom in her eyes, when it did he continued, “For years I’ve
wanted you in that position, and so many others I couldn’t even count them all.”
He looked directly in her eyes and sighed. “Every morning you’d come in ready
to take on the world, took everything I said in earnest and became the protégé
I’d dreamed about — in every way but one. I saw how you were willing to mold
yourself to my desires so to speak and saw things in you that could fulfill me
in ways I never thought possible.” Charlene wanted to look away from his
intense stare. His eyes were penetrating, yet there was a certain sadness as he
opened up to her. She opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out, so she
closed her lips and waited for him to continue.