The Carrot and the Stick (7 page)

Richard studied the contract long and hard, and then closed the folder with a low whistle of appreciation. ‘I like the alterations made in pen.'

Beth smiled coquettishly. ‘I thought you would,' she said with pride, and threw herself down on the sofa, flipping her legs up onto the cushions.

‘It will do wonders for the next set of figures,' Richard said. ‘How did you do it? T.J. isn't easy.'

She laughed. ‘Sacrifice far beyond the call of duty.'

‘Sacrifice? What sort of sacrifice? Nothing painful, I hope.'

She gave him a look full of meaning. ‘I suspect you'll find out for yourself fairly soon.'

He looked puzzled briefly, and then changed the subject. ‘Five or six months from now I'll have to think again about carrots instead of sticks. What would you like?'

‘I'll have to think about it,' Beth teased. ‘I'll let you know.'

Richard nodded. ‘You said it was today's second present. What was the first?'

‘Don't tell me you've forgotten Celeste already,' she said indignantly.

He smiled at the recollection. ‘Oh yes, Celeste. Of course.'

Beth swung her feet to the floor. ‘Did you enjoy spanking her?'

Richard leaned back in his chair, a smile playing about his lips. ‘Yes,' he said thoughtfully. ‘I did, very much.'

‘As much as caning me?' asked Beth, and immediately regretted the note of jealousy that crept into her voice.

Richard heard it and was not going to let her off the hook. ‘Different circumstances,' he said. ‘Different situation.'

‘A different bottom, too,' Beth said, pouting. ‘You preferred her to me.'

‘I didn't say that.'

‘You didn't need to,' Beth sulked. ‘You fucked her, but you didn't even touch me.'

‘Is that wise?' Richard said, his expression and tone suddenly grim.

‘Is what wise?'

‘Getting all possessively broody on me, the man who is about to punish you.'

‘You... you're still going to punish me after all I've done for you today?' she blurted indignantly.

‘Oh yes,' Richard confirmed. ‘Isn't that what you're here for?'

‘Is Celeste not enough for you?' she said, secretly pleased that her flatmate had not drained his libido.

‘I can handle more than one naughty girl in a day,' he stated. ‘Speaking of which...' his voice dropped the bantering tone, ‘...I'd like you naked - now.'

Without question Beth stood and started to undress, without being self-conscious, as if she was alone in her bedroom, folding each garment neatly on the sofa. When she was totally naked she walked around the desk and posed in front of him, standing straight with one arm across her breasts and her other hand on her pubis.

Richard looked into her eyes. ‘Move your hands,' he said, so she dropped them to her sides, standing quietly as he looked her up and down, slowly and carefully. She searched his eyes for a look of approval, but then he commanded her to turn around.

She heard him whistle softly and she knew why; her bottom was pink all over and purple in parts, still showing the effects of the last two days.

‘That's not all my handiwork,' he said, a note of admiration in his voice.

‘No, it's not,' Beth confirmed, still standing with her back to him. ‘I had a top up at lunchtime.'

‘A top up?'

He was being obtuse. ‘All part of securing the deal,' Beth informed him.

Richard chuckled. ‘Well, well, T.J. you old dog. I never would have guessed.' He reached for her arm and pulled her gently across his lap. ‘Such dedication to duty, my dear,' he said with evident approval. ‘Keep it up and you'll go far in this company. I must take a close look at your work.'

Beth lay contentedly over his thighs as he gently stroked her bottom, running his fingers across the warm, slightly swollen flesh, and she felt disappointed when she heard him say, ‘I won't punish you again tonight. We must give these...' and he lightly tapped her buttocks, ‘...a proper chance to recover.'

With deepening disappointment she thought he was going to make her rise and send her home, but then she felt a finger tickling the entrance to her sex, sliding smoothly up and down the outer lips, lubricated by the moisture she had unwittingly generated. She was still stimulated, and unsatisfied, from her appointment with Kearns, and she knew she would quickly come under Richard's control and touch.

‘You are a beautiful girl, Beth, made to be loved and punished,' he said huskily. ‘Made for my satisfaction.' As he spoke his finger penetrated between the lips of her sex and slid easily into the warm moistness inside. She hardly heard his words; his finger was so much more expressive. She moaned softly and gently pushed herself against his hand. He withdrew the finger and ran it slowly in a circular motion around the taut nub of her clitoris.

‘My satisfaction,' he repeated. ‘I am not going to spank you this evening, but I am going to punish you in a way.' Panting slightly, she began to rotate her haunches in time with his finger. ‘I am going to penetrate you,' he went on. ‘I am going to come inside you.' She moaned with yearning as she ground her cunt hard against his hand. ‘But you are forbidden to have a climax,' he declared. ‘That is your punishment.'

In the confusion of her euphoria, the meaning of his words took a second or two to dawn on her. Then with an audible groan she pushed back as if she wanted all his hand in her sex. She was just seconds away, rushing to catch a train which, cruelly, pulled away just as she was reaching for the door.

She felt like crying with frustration, and spoke for the first time since she had lain across his lap. ‘But that's just not fair, Richard,' she protested pitifully. ‘Please, please don't be so cruel.'

But he was implacable. ‘You have to be punished, my dear, and this is tonight's punishment. You must pleasure me, but not yourself.' He was stroking her buttocks again. ‘Where would you like me? In your beautiful mouth? In here?' and he tormented her clitoris with his finger, reminding her yet again just how close she had been. ‘Or in here...?'

The finger, still moist from her excitement, pushed its way between the cheeks of her bottom and began stroking the rosebud of her anus. ‘It's your choice,' she heard him say. ‘But whichever way you choose, you are forbidden to climax.'

Her excitement began to mount again. His finger slowly and gently penetrated the tight circle. It was not to be denied.

‘Are you a virgin here, Beth?' he asked.

She replied with a muffled sound of confirmation, unable to formulate words. At the feel of his finger in her bottom she knew she wanted it to go on, that she wanted nothing more and that she was close again to a climax. She lifted her hips so the finger sank deeper. Never had a man touched her so intimately, so wonderfully, that she could no longer differentiate between the discomfort of it and the pleasure.

‘Yes, Richard, in my bottom, please,' she gasped shamefully, unable to help herself.

He immediately withdrew his finger and her tight rear passage, like her sex moments before, suddenly and abruptly felt empty and unloved. Again she slid down the mountain of excitement she had been so rapidly ascending. Again the peak, the climax, was denied her.

‘Oh no, my girl,' Richard said, giving her bottom a sharp smack. ‘Oh no you don't. You are forbidden to climax, and by being so wanton and greedy you have made up my mind; you will please me with your mouth.' He smacked her bottom again. ‘We'll save this little treat for another day.'

So saying, he abruptly pushed her off his lap and she fell at his feet, barely able to control her breathing. She lay panting on the floor, hating him and wanting him simultaneously. He was cruel but she wanted him, and she wanted him to be cruel.

With no further orders she rose unsteadily to her knees, unbuckled his belt, opened his trousers, and rummaged inside for his erection, pulling it out into the open before her flushed face. She gazed longingly at it, admiring its length and rigidity, and beauty - it was an object of worship.

She puckered her lips again and blew warm breath on its florid summit, looking up at his face from under her lowered eyelids. ‘This is the rod you would like to beat me with.' He didn't have to answer; the answer was in the organ itself, already erect to bursting it seemed to swell further with pride. ‘It is the rod I would like you to use on me, on my bottom... in my bottom.'

She looked at Richard with eyes clouded by lust, then opened her mouth and gently swallowed his tight scrotum, sucking at the balls as if they were sweets and running her warm, unseen tongue around the creases of the sack. She knew he would be gazing at the double curve of her bottom as it disappeared out of his sight, the dimples on her lower back on either side.

Beth ran her tongue from the scrotum up the tall pulsing column to the tip, hesitated slightly and then with an audible, wet plop took the purple head into her mouth. She ran her tongue around the firm edge of the helmet and then lowered her head so that much of his penis disappeared down her warm, wet, inviting throat. Slowly but with increasing speed she moved her lips tightly up and down the quivering organ, lubricating it with saliva as she breathed smoothly through her nose.

They were each in their own way so taken up with what they were doing that they never heard the office door open and soft footfalls on the carpet; it was the voice that disturbed them and made them both jump.

‘Working late at the office, I see. You always said you got your best work done in the evening, darling.'

Beth looked up and froze, still with her lips sealed around Richard's penis. A woman stood to his side and slightly behind him, her hand on his shoulder. ‘I'm Helen Cross,' she said, and then added unnecessarily, ‘Richard's wife.' She held out her hand and then changed her mind, putting it back on Richard's shoulder in a possessive gesture.

‘Please don't try to talk with your mouth full,' she said to Beth, as if she was a naughty child at the dinner table. ‘You've started, so you may as well finish.'

Beth was dumbstruck. Just as she was about to draw her head away Richard's already swollen penis felt as though it doubled in size, adding to her confusion. If she had a chance to think about it, she would have guessed that it would have gone instantly flaccid at the intrusion, but on the contrary, it seemed to grow. He was actually excited by his wife's presence!

But none of this dawned on Beth in her confusion. She reacted instinctively, and her instinct dictated that she sucked the inflated penis with redoubled vigour, saliva running down its smooth sides.

Helen Cross walked around her kneeling form. ‘This must be the naughty Beth Forrester you were telling me about.' She stood behind her. ‘And this must be the naughty Miss Forrester's naughty bottom,' she said.

The soft cheeks swayed and bucked a little with each thrust of Beth's head. ‘You were right, Richard,' Helen said brightly. ‘It is a perfectly delightful bottom, designed for the lash. But how you disappoint me, Richard darling. It is hardly touched, hardly a mark to indicate your pleasure. Where's your office cane, the one I bought you for Christmas?'

Bizarrely, the woman then stooped down behind Beth for a closer inspection, and ran her hand over and around one pink cheek and down into the cleft between.

‘I said I wouldn't beat her tonight,' Richard grunted, his voice strained. ‘But she is forbidden to have a climax.'

‘Absolute rubbish,' his wife said scornfully. ‘This isn't a game. This is different. I am angry; I don't like to see naughty girls dining off my husband. I didn't promise not to punish her, so I shall. Where's that cane?'

Richard found it easier to nod than to speak. He indicated the drinks cabinet and watched dumbly as Helen found the cane and returned, cutting it in the air, to stand behind Beth.

She then spoke briskly to the girl whose mouth was full of her husband's erection. ‘If we are going to do this right, we must get some rhythm into it.'

As Beth's head bobbed up and down in Richard's lap, Helen raised the cane and, on the down stroke, suddenly lashed the girl's buttocks. Beth had expected it, secretly welcomed it, and did not break her fluid movement, other than to gasp for air on the up stroke. With the next down stroke the cane fell again, biting into the soft flesh, which made Beth all the more eager to swallow yet more of the thrusting penis.

By the third stroke all three participants had synchronised their movements, Richard's hips, Beth's mouth and bottom, and Helen's right arm moved in unison. As Richard began to clench his muscles, indicating he was near to coming, and as the pain of her bottom reached her sex as warm pleasure, Beth realised she was close to a climax herself. She rolled her hips and moaned as she moved her head up and down at an ever-faster rate and the cane maintained the beat.

‘This naughty girl is going to defy us,' Helen said, panting slightly and beating yet faster time across Beth's smarting buttocks. ‘We forbid you to climax.'