He had left me there, bent over the blue and white checked
arm chair in the living room, and told me not to move. My ass still stung and I
knew it had a deep red glow. He spanked me. I had been petulant and deserved
it. I just hoped there would be time to fix my make up before it was time to
leave for work. I’m sure my mascara has given me racoon eyes.
I heard him as he returned and made his way into the
kitchen. He opened his briefcase. He was getting ready to leave. That’s how I
had ended up like this in the first place. We were finishing coffee when he
told me he had an important client today and wouldn’t be able to text most of
the morning. I pouted.
“I’ll bite those lips if you keep them poked out there
darling,” he had said. I hadn’t stopped. I knew better. But the thought of his
lips on mine made my panties damp. I’d tried over and over to get him to say he’d
text or call. He just kept telling me, he’d make it up to me that evening. I
kept pushing. He told me to stop.
“I don’t mean more to you than a client?” I had meant it to
come out teasing. It fell flat. I knew the moment the words left her mouth that
I’d gone too far. His eyes went dark. He reached across the table and softly
grabbed my chin. He kissed me.
“Stand up,” he said. “Take your skirt off.”
“I’ll be late for work.”
“You had plenty of time to run your mouth. Don’t make me
wait. You’re going to get 10 licks with
my belt. If you take much longer it’ll be 15.”
I reached around and unhooked my skirt. I worked it over my
hips and let it drop to the floor. I stepped out of it. He took my hand and
pulled me into the living room. My black heels clicked on the hardwood floor. I
realized I was counting steps like I count lashes. He led me to the chair and
put his hand on the small of my back. I knew that meant to bend over.
I heard him unfasten his belt. I had watched him dress this
morning. I knew it was the thin black leather one with the silver clasp. I
heard him pull it through the belt loops. I knew it would sting. I sensed him,
more than felt him, as he stood behind me.
“You hurt my feelings when you doubt the level of my
feelings for you,” he said quietly. “So now I’m going to give you something
that will make sure you remember all morning just how much you mean to me. Do
you understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
He pulled my panties down. He ran his hand over the curve of
my hip. Then he stepped back.
“Count,” he said, as the first lick landed.
“One.” I tried not to tense. It only made it worse when I
did. These were not playful swats. I had hurt him and he wanted to make sure I
understood.
Then the next one hit. “Two.”
By the time I got to six, I couldn’t hold the tears.
“I’m sorry,” I said as the seventh strike left a whelp
across my ass.
“Count or I’ll add more.”
“Seven.”
When he finally got to 10, I heard him work his belt back
through the loops. He came closer to me. He wiped my face with his
handkerchief. He slowly rubbed his hands along my stinging ass. My breathing
settled and the tears slowed. He leaned
over and kissed me on the forehead.
“Don’t move,” he said.
He left the room. I knew the moment he turned the corner
because it felt empty. I could hear him open the hall closet door. Then he went
further into the house before returning to the living room.
“Do you understand why you got a spanking?” He asked.
“Yes sir.”
“Tell me.”
“I made you feel like I doubted your feelings for me.”
“Yes baby. Now, I was going to wait a while longer before I
used this on you, but I think today is the perfect day for us to try it out.
You clearly need a reminder that you matter to me all day long, so I’m going to
give you one.”
I felt something slick and warm drip down my ass. Then I
felt his fingers. He was rubbing lube along my ass and into my hole. His
fingers probed and I squirmed which caused my clit to run against the arm of
the chair.
“You love it when I play with your ass now, don’t you?
Remember when you were so scared of even trying?”
I just moaned.
After a few minutes, I felt something hard and cool press
against my asshole. I knew it was a plug, we’d used them before. Never a metal
one though. And this one was larger than the other ones we’d used.
I tensed. He just stroked my back and teased my pussy as he
worked the hard object into me. I gasped when it popped into place.
“You’re going to wear this all day at work and until I get
home tonight. It’s not to come out until I take it out. Do you understand?”
“But I’ll be at work. What if someone notices? How can I
walk with it in?”
Ignoring my questions, he asked again, “Do you understand?”
“Yes sir.”
“That’s my angel. Now, I want you to stay here and play with
your pussy until the timer in the kitchen goes off. Don’t cum. I’m leaving for
my meeting. Don’t disappoint me again today.”
With that, he leaned over and kissed me goodbye. He gave me
one more swat on the ass with his hand as he left for work.
