“Then I found some other pervertables in the kitchen, and I had a little fun with those, too. Some fit, some didn’t.”
“Oh God, oh God.” Elizabeth clasps her hands over her mouth and blinks, as if she can’t believe what I’m saying. In actuality, she’s right and I’m making all of this shit up, but she doesn’t know that, and it’s unlikely that she’s going to find out either. The phone I gave her is almost un-hackable. You’d have to be Russian or Chinese to get into that thing, and you’d also have to have a lot of time on your hands.
“Why did you let me steal it in the first place?” That question is mumbled through her fingers, but it’s not difficult to understand. I’ve been ready for it.
“So I could punish you when you got caught in the act, of course. Why else?” Why else indeed…
“What are you going to do to me?” Elizabeth’s lip wobbles as she finally realizes she’s in deep shit.
Flipping the lock on my door, I grasp her arm and pull her towards my desk.
“If I told you, it wouldn’t be any fun.” Her feet totter forwards on her heels reluctantly, but she doesn’t fight me. Pity.
“I have a feeling it isn’t going to be much fun for me, regardless.” She’s wrong. It will be a little fun, after it’s a whole lot painful, of course.
“Huh? Look at you. Your clairvoyant gene might be useful in this business. Tell me what I’m about to do next. That might really impress me.”
“You’re going to tell me this is all a big joke, make me a cup of coffee, and then let me get on with my day in peace?” At least the woman hasn’t lost her sense of humor.
“Don’t give up the day job, sweet cheeks. Speaking of cheeks, bend over the desk, poppet.” Finally. I’ve been itching to say those words all morning. It feels quite cathartic to get them out in the open. “Oh, and before you do, make sure you yank up that dress, and get rid of anything annoying that might be underneath it.”
“Define annoying,” she retorts. Elizabeth has a little of her fire back, now she knows I’m not going to send that naked video of her viral. Good. I like fire.
“Anything that is not naked flesh is fucking annoying,” I say, for clarification purposes.
“Duly noted.” I don’t miss the roll of her eyes. The fear is gone for now, but it will be back. She should know better than to underestimate me.
Elizabeth takes her time removing her panties. She is trying to delay the inevitable. It’s quite amusing, but it really isn’t in her best interests to do that.
“The longer you take, the more chance there is of someone knocking on that door. If they do knock, I am going to open it, and if they are greeted with the sight of your very naked, reddened ass, that is your problem, not mine.”
As expected, those words speed her up a little. The panties seem to fall to the floor with relative ease after that. Strange.
“Don’t step out of them. Leave them around your ankles. It’ll stop you moving around when I get to work.” That’s not the only reason. Her black lace panties look very fetching around her ankles and if anyone does come in, it’ll be a nice touch of added humiliation.
When Elizabeth moves forward to position herself as asked, she does an awkward waddle towards my desk. Her face is already crimson, and it’s a very attractive color on her. I can’t tell you how much fun it is to see the boss lady brought low, but I’m enjoying myself immeasurably.
“That’s it, poppet. Bend over and place your arms in front of you.” She does as I ask, but she isn’t stretched out enough for my liking. I reposition her accordingly, making sure her delectable ass is pushed up and out, in the perfect position for the spanking I am about to administer.
My hands touch her body lightly, but they linger on her naked flesh, eliciting an indrawn breath or two. Admiring my lewd canvas, I then give it a light slap, and almost laugh when her ass shoots high in the air. The boss lady is jumpy. Good.
“What are you going to do to me?” she whimpers. This is the second time she’s asked that question. She should know better by now.
“Punish you properly, which is what I should have done the first time.” I then stand behind my desk, so she can see what I’m doing. Carefully unbuckling my belt buckle, she watches as it begins to slide free of my pants. Elizabeth’s a smart woman. She’ll get the idea.
“Oh fuck,” Elizabeth whispers, as I work the leather back through the loops.
“A properly punished backside will make sure you behave, won’t it, Elizabeth?” My voice is stern, and it has the desired effect. I can already see her trembling.
“Yes. I promise I’ll behave, Adie. I’ll be a good girl and do everything you say. You don’t have to do this.” Her eyes flare as the belt slithers from around my waist with a hiss of air. It’s one of my favorites. The leather is soft and supple, and it makes an awesome crack as it connects with something… solid.
“Unfortunately, poppet, I think I do. I’m going away for a few days, and while I’m gone, I’ll need reassurance that you won’t get up to any mischief. While under my instruction, you aren’t allowed to have any other sexual partners. Do you understand?”
Elizabeth’s head snaps up at that, as I knew it would.
“That’s outrageous,” she squeaks, “and a complete double standard. While you’re away, you’ll be fucking everything that moves, but I won’t be allowed to go near a man?” Her eyes are firing bullets at me.
“Or a woman, if you’re into that. It’s for the best. You aren’t allowed to come without my permission, so that would be a bit difficult to explain, anyway.”
“I’ll fuck who I want to fuck, Dumortier.”
Blinking slowly, I clear my throat. “Okay. Hang on, let me get my phone. There’s something on there I need to share with the world.” By the time I’m finished with her, she won’t be able to fuck anyone else for days without a considerable amount of pain, but what can I say? I enjoy yanking her chain.
“Fine. I’ll be a good girl for the month. I won’t even look at another man. You have my word.” Her teeth are gritted as she spits those words out, but victory is sweet. In reality, I don’t care who she fucks, but I do love manipulating her. This little birdy is going to dance to my every tune for the next few weeks.
“Or a woman,” I say. Elizabeth gets the message, but like I said, I enjoy tormenting her.
“Or a woman,” she bites back.
“Excellent. Glad we cleared that up.” The leather molds to the palm of my hand as I coil it up around my fist. Once I have a good grip, I leave the tail dangling from my wrist, giving her no doubt as to what I’m about to do with it. Throwing my head back, I then crack my neck from side to side. Yes, this is all to delay the moment. Elizabeth is now quivering in fear, wondering what sort of shit I’m about to pull on her, and her face is a delight to behold. While there are no tears yet – there will be later. By the time this little session is finished, her face will be a flood of torment.
“Do you want the ass fucking before or after the belting?” See? I am a nice guy. I’ve told her most of what I’m about to do to her before I begin. How’s that for generosity?