She didn’t have time to assimilate that remark, or the cold chill she experienced when she thought of walking away from him. Being placed over his hard thighs like a recalcitrant child was hard enough to take in, but then he lifted her skirt and her automatic response was to throw her hands behind her, a futile attempt to preserve a modicum of dignity. “Wait!” she cried in panic over him baring her big butt.
“No.” Sean pushed her hands down. “Grab my leg if you have to, but don’t bring your hands back here again or I’ll swat them as well.”
Why that sounded worse than having her bottom smacked, she didn’t know, but she didn’t hesitate to grip his muscled calf and brace herself for this humiliation. Her plain white bikini panties came down next and the cool air wafting over her exposed flesh drew a shiver down her bowed spine. With her bare buttocks the only part of her anatomy on display, Alessa had never felt so vulnerable, but the slow caress of his hand over her quivering cheeks soothed her anxiety. His casual, soft exploration worked to loosen her tense muscles even though she still held her breath, waiting for that first slap.
“Very good, sweetheart. You have a beautiful ass. Soft and malleable,” he squeezed one globe, “while still staying firm and round. I like that.”
Such simple praise for a part of her she’d never been comfortable with. It wouldn’t surprise Alessa to learn he somehow knew that. The first smack jostled her out of her semi-relaxed state and she jolted from the sharp, burning sting.
“I’ll start light before delivering the punishment you deserve for your antics,” he warned along with the delivery of another swat on her opposite buttock.
The warmth spreading across Alessa’s butt from the next taps distracted her enough it took a moment for his remark to sink in. By the time it had, he landed a blistering swat in the center of her buttocks that drew a gasp of pain. “Ow!” Turning her face up, she shook her hair back and noted his calm expression and lift of one eyebrow, as if daring her to argue. With a huff, she faced down again and sucked in a deep breath. She’d asked for this, hadn’t she?
“We’ll get along fine if you continue to catch on that fast.” Sean followed the comment with another hard smack, and another, and another.
The slow but steady volley of swats kept Alessa’s mind swirling with the buildup of throbbing pain and heat. She shifted her hips, unable to control the urge to move away from the next blow, but all that did was allow his hand to land on her upper thigh. A few more covering both thighs ensured she learned her lesson before he moved up a few inches to torment her sit spots. The skin seemed to be thinner there as the pain was much sharper. A groan slid past her compressed lips and she tightened her grip on his leg, telling herself she deserved this. Heck, maybe if just one of her foster parents had taken the time to punish her for her wayward behavior instead of dumping her onto someone else, she might’ve straightened up enough they would have wanted to keep her. Remembering none had cared enough to do so added to the tears welling in her eyes. Blinking them away, she breathed a sigh of relief when the spanks slowed and lightened before he replaced them with those soothing caresses again.
“Hot and red. Perfect. Good girl, Alessa.” The simple praise started a warm fuzzy sensation in her chest, or was it because she’d just realized the pulsing heat across her butt had spread to her vagina? Before she could decide what that response signified, Sean sat her up on his lap and wrapped his arms around her. “Now, I want you to go stand in the corner until I release you. Understand?”
Alessa made to draw away from him in instant refusal, but Sean tightened his arms around her. “No. Why do you want me to do that?” she gasped, appalled at the embarrassing idea. The hard pressure of his thighs under her sore buttocks intensified the lingering throbbing of her flesh and the tingles of residue discomfort. Because those sensations were working against her, were reciprocated in her sheath where her inner muscles had swelled with slickness and pulsed with unfulfilled lust, she wrapped her mind around this next order.
“Do as I say, Alessa,” he replied with a hard edge to his voice before he nudged her off his lap.
Since she didn’t want to risk ending this new direction of their relationship before it had begun, she stood on wobbly legs and reached to pull up her panties. Before she could grasp them, his implacable command halted her.
“Leave them, and your skirt. Grip your hands behind you and lean your forehead against the wall.”
Why she felt rejected as she pivoted and stepped over to the corner, she didn’t know. Following his instructions, she clasped her hands together behind her back and lowered her brow against the wall. Her bare butt still throbbed hot and swollen and she pictured the view she presented to Sean when she heard him cross the room and resume his seat behind his desk. Other than her shuddering breaths, the only sounds in the room were the shuffle of papers, the hum of the computer and his fingers clicking on the keyboard. Did he even look up and enjoy the view of her reddened buttocks, or had he dismissed her all together? Tears once again pricked her eyes, but as the minutes ticked by and he remained in the room with her, her tense muscles slowly relaxed and the lump lodged in her throat dissipated.
Alessa couldn’t say why, but what started out as a mortifying punishment soon turned into a therapeutic cleansing of her mind the longer she stood there with nothing to think about except the display and discomfort of her ass. The soft pulsations encompassing her cheeks and filling her pussy spread upward to include her nipples. Her whole body grew flushed as a deep yearning expanded with a need she couldn’t express.
SEAN HAD BEEN KEEPING one eye on Alessa while he worked, wondering if she grasped the meaning of his second punishment. When her tense shoulders finally relaxed and her white-knuckled grip eased, he breathed a sigh of relief. Rising, he moved to the chair in front of his desk and called her over.
“Come here, Alessa.”
With her face as red as the highlights in her blonde hair, she padded over to him, and it was her turn to release a pent-up breath when he cuddled her on his lap.
“Thank you. You handled that well, especially for your first punishment scene.”
“First?” she mumbled against his chest.
“Oh, I imagine with that chip you’ve been carrying on your shoulder, you’ll rack up a few more before we’re through.” She squirmed on his lap then moaned so low he barely caught the frustrated sound. A small smile of satisfaction kicked up the corners of his mouth. So, her reaction to a little pain and humiliation wasn’t all negative. Good to know. “You did so well, I think you deserve a reward.”
Shifting his right arm down, he inched under her skirt and up one smooth, round thigh. Her breath caught when he bypassed her lowered panties and cupped her damp labia. “Mmm, warm and wet, two of my favorite things when it comes to pussies.” He nipped the tender side of her neck as he tickled her seam with one finger. “Open for me, sweetheart.”
With a sigh, her thighs fell open as far as her panties allowed and he slipped between her folds with ease. Tight and hot, her vaginal walls clamped around his two fingers when she pushed against his hand. “That’s it,” he encouraged her. “Come for me.” Tightening his other arm around her waist, he held her against him as he finger-fucked her with deep, pummeling strokes aimed to bring her to a quick climax. Brushing over her clit, he discovered it was as swollen as her inner walls, likely as red as her ass, and the image tested his own control. But, this wasn’t about him. This was all about her.
Circling the throbbing nub brought about the small clutches heralding her orgasm. He delved deep a few more times then grasped her clit between two fingers and milked a response from her.
Alessa’s soft cry followed with the onslaught of her orgasm. With tight, rhythmic clutches of her pussy, her release gushed over his fingers while he left no part of her untouched, from her slit to the tip of her womb. He ached to feel her slick channel sucking at his cock, drawing out his climax, but that could wait for another day. As he eased back on his thr
usts, she shook in his arms, her shuddering breaths tickling his neck as he brought her back down by slow degrees. In no hurry to leave the snug warmth of her juicy cunt, he played inside her a while, memorizing the contours and sensitive spots while rasping over her still puffy clit until he felt her quiver with the build-up of another orgasm. Satisfied, he withdrew and lifted her off his lap.
Sean watched Alessa’s face as he pulled up her panties and released the end of her skirt from the waistband. “There, you’re good to go. Instead of you making another appointment with me here, I’ll call you tomorrow about getting together this weekend.” Standing, he cupped her chin and lifted her face up. “Are you okay to drive?” He could tell by the surprise widening her topaz eyes she hadn’t expected his concern. “You’ve placed yourself in my hands for now, Alessa. I’m responsible for the time being for your needs, as well as your well-being.”
“I-I’m fine, thank you. Talk to you to tomorrow.”
Nodding, he watched her walk out before resuming his seat behind his desk. The end of their session wouldn’t go in his notes, but it would remain seared in his mind for a long while. She’d responded to her first punishment better than expected but hadn’t given up much about her past. Not enough to satisfy him, anyway. He could read between the lines well enough, and with his experience, he could figure out what was driving her, and what she was hiding from. But he wanted to hear more, from her own lips, before he decided how far to take this new turn in their relationship.
To say she took him by surprise with her request for him to tutor her in giving up control would be an understatement. During the four months of their limited socializing, Alessa had never hinted at an interest in him, not even as a friend. Her reserved nature accounted for some of the reason, and now he knew a little of her background, he could see why she didn’t get close to many people. Even while allowing the two Doms he’d seen her with liberties with her body, he’d been able to detect the way she’d held back emotionally. If he’d thought those encounters were about a bit of sexual fun, that fact wouldn’t have drawn his curiosity the way it had.
After looking up the number for the Hilton, Sean made a reservation for Saturday night, the only weekend night Alessa’s work schedule would allow for them to get together outside his office. He needed an intimate setting in a neutral place for the next step he planned. The yacht would work for part of it, but he wanted to save that venue for later, depending on how far and how long this went. He didn’t like the fine line he was straddling by agreeing to her request, the one that would put him at odds with his best friend and Krista if something went drastically wrong. Keeping the relationship from Dax wouldn’t pose a problem, but Alessa ending up hurt would. It would be up to Alessa if she wanted to tell Krista, or anyone else, about their arrangement. Until she did, or agreed to bring it out in the open, he would work with her away from the yacht.
Anticipation sizzled in his veins as he made another call and ordered a package to be delivered to Alessa tomorrow with instructions to meet him at the hotel. He knew it wasn’t wise to look forward to their next meeting with so much relish and expectation, but it appeared he had little to say about it.
ALESSA SLID behind the steering wheel, wincing with the pressure on her sore backside. The lingering discomfort from her first spanking ignited another warm pulse between her legs, surprising her because she’d thought she was sated from the powerful orgasm Sean had unleashed. Even after listening to the numerous recounts of her four closest friends’ punishment scenes, she’d always thought they’d exaggerated their responses. Not just no, but hell no, she thought with a giggle as she started the car. She’d never experienced such a potent release, and the icing on the cake had been Sean’s proud gaze while he’d righted her clothes. When was the last time any man had been proud of her? And for obeying his order and climaxing? The whole thing now seemed so surreal. If not for the warm ache still encompassing her buttocks, she would swear her response hadn’t been so off the charts explosive.
Delicate shivers still racked her body as she pulled out of Sean’s office complex. Her stomach growled, reminding her they’d carried the session through lunch. “That’s one way to lose weight.” Her small grin slipped when she recalled the sense of failure she’d experienced when he’d first ordered her to the corner. She couldn’t figure out what else she’d done wrong, why he added that humiliation to the painful consequences of her actions. But the longer she’d stood there, feeling his eyes on her, the more she’d realized he wouldn’t walk out on her. His displeasure in her rudeness had begun to prey on her mind, forcing her to acknowledge she deserved both the pain and mortification. Admitting that helped ease the tension in her rigid stance, and when she heard his deep voice calling for her, she almost ran to him.
Alessa knew she’d have to be careful not to read more into Sean’s acceptance of her proposal than he was agreeing to. He’d been very careful about labeling the change in their relationship as temporary.
Following another restless night, this time due to the erotic dreams that woke her, perspiring and shaking from vivid images of her and Sean writhing naked together, she avoided taking Krista’s call. Krista was the only person she couldn’t keep anything from, whether it showed on her face or she spilled her guts over wine. The only thing she’d ever held back from her best friend was the unconventional desire to turn herself over to a man. Unlike Krista and Dax’s more relaxed twenty-four/seven Dom/sub relationship, her fantasies included allowing someone else to dictate her choices of clothing, food and how she spent her spare time. She’d never had that growing up, and while most children couldn’t wait to escape the tight reins of their parents by the time they reached adulthood, she wanted the constraints she’d never lived with.
Maybe her weird craving would be appeased within a few weeks of obeying Sean’s dictates and she could put it to rest for good. It would be awesome if she could move on happy and adjusted after their time ended, but when she opened the surprise package delivered by special courier right before she left for work, her body’s instant, heated response made her doubt the possibility.
The black satin corset looked way too snug to squeeze her round body into, and the half-cups designed to prop up her breasts, not cover them, seemed too small to shelve the fleshy undersides of her size thirty-six C’s. With a hand that shook, she opened the note nestled inside the box that bore a logo from one of the most exclusive, expensive lingerie shops in Miami. Meet me at the downtown Hilton at 8:00 tomorrow night, room 752. Plan for a late dinner. Master Sean.
Sinking down onto her bed, Alessa set the note on the bedside table and tried not to think about the way her heart jumped when she read his instructions. Digging through the tissue paper in the box that was too big for just the corset, she found black silk stockings to attach to the garters, black heels in her exact size, and a knee-length, pale pink, short sleeved dress to wear over the ensemble. Spotting a row of tiny buttons running from the scooped neckline to the hem, she had to wonder which one of them would suffer through the task of opening each one.
A quick glance at the time told her she didn’t have time to ponder the outfit or where she would be wearing it tomorrow night. Between the two nights of little sleep and now this, she’d be lucky to get through her shift without getting written up.
“There you are, Alessa,” Kelly Ripkin greeted her as she stepped out of the elevator. “Dr. Ward was just here looking for you. Are you two still seeing each other?”
Alessa struggled to hold back her irritation with Kelly as the other woman walked with her to the nurse’s station. Known for gossiping and snooping into other people’s private lives, Kelly wasn’t among her favorite people. “No, but we’ve remained friends.” Stashing her purse under the console, she picked up her charts, hoping Kelly would get the hint she was ready to get to work.
“Lucky you. He’s so nice, and good-looking. But not as hot as Dr. Hayes. I could do him all night.” Kelly shifted her eyes over to Krista’s hu
sband who stood down the hall conversing with Casey, their supervisor.
“He’s married,” Alessa reminded her, not liking the way she spoke of Dax.
Kelly shrugged with indifference. “So? Are you telling me you wouldn’t if the chance came up?”
“No, I wouldn’t. I don’t get involved with married men.” In fact, Charles had been the only co-worker she’d ever dated. “And I’ve found it best not to get involved with anyone from the hospital. We’d best get to work.” Alessa turned to see Charles a few feet behind her, a bland expression on his face even though he must have heard her last comment. “Dr. Ward, I didn’t hear you come up.”
A small smile touched the corners of his mouth. “I figured that,” he returned dryly. “I just stopped by to let you know an opening for an OR nurse has come up, if you’re still interested.”
She recalled mentioning once she wouldn’t mind doing a stint in the OR for a change of pace, but given their history, she now thought it best if she passed. Before she could say so, Dax and Casey joined them.
“Are you trying to steal my best nurse, Dr. Ward?” Casey teased.
“Like you said, she’s the best and would be an asset to the OR. Wouldn’t you agree, Dax?” Charles replied.
Dax’s green eyes could be as intently probing as Sean’s, and since Alessa was still working through how she felt about wearing the corset to meet with Sean tomorrow night, she kept her face averted from his piercing gaze. “I do, but she’s also invaluable here on the floor. How’ve you been, Alessa?”
“Good, thanks,” she answered before stepping back from the group. She had a lot on her mind along with needing to get to work. “If you’ll excuse me, I’ll see to my patients now. Dr. Ward, I’ll give the opening some thought. Thanks for letting me know.”
“Don’t wait too long,” he cautioned.