Finding Herself(Surrender, Part 1)(15)

The minutes ticked by slowly, and Emily was beginning to wonder if she should just go an knock again. Finally, Nate opened the door a crack and poked his head out.

“Come in,” he said.





Chapter Seven



Once she was inside his room, Emily started to speak, but Nate Held up a finger to silence her, and pressed a button on his phone.

“Yes, Nate?” It was Tiffany’s saccharine voice on speakerphone.

“You can go home now.”

“Ok, thanks.”

“See you tomorrow.”

“Bye.”

Nate disconnected the line and looked at Emily who was standing awkwardly. “It’s late,” he told her. “Are you sure you know why you’re here?”

Emily nodded mutely.

Nate went and sat down at his desk, and looked up at her coolly. “Say it.” His voice was hoarse, and his eyes had darkened.

“I want you,” she said. “I want you to do whatever you want. No strings attached.”

A brief flicker of surprise passed over Nate’s face. “You don’t want strings?”

Emily shook her head. “No emotions. I can’t get hurt.”

Nate lowered his voice. “I’d never hurt you.” He took a walked a few steps closer. “Take off your clothes,” he ordered, “I want to see you.”

Emily looked down shyly and unbuttoned her blouse. Her fingers fumbled, and she finally pulled it off. She slid down the zip on her skirt, and slid it down her legs and stepped out of it. She didn’t want to meet his eyes, but she could feel his gaze drinking her in.

“And the bra.”

Emily reached behind and unclasped it, and then pulled it off. She stood there in her high heels and panties, desperately trying not to cross her arms and cover her nakedness. She had dreamed of showing herself off for Nate, but standing here now, she felt shy and embarrassed. Her breasts felt heavy and her nipples had hardened in the cold.

“You’re beautiful.” Nate’s words were barely above a whisper. “Look at me, Emily.”

She looked up and met his glance. His eyes were dark with lust and admiration, and she felt flattered by what she saw.

“You spent the last few days toying with me,” Nate said. “So before we do anything else, I need to punish you.”

Emily’s eyes widened in delight and anticipation. “How, Sir?”

Nate moved closer to her. He grabbed a bunch of her hair roughly, and pulled down, forcing her to look upwards at him. “Has anyone ever spanked you, Emily?”

“No sir,” she gasped.

Nate let go of her hair and stepped back. “That’s a surprise.” He seemed genuinely taken aback. “You have such a gorgeous ass. And you seemed like a natural submissive.”

Emily found herself touching her ass subconsciously. “I’ve never been spanked, sir.”

Nate smiled. “Would you like to be?”

Emily looked down, feeling unsure of herself. On the one hand, the thought of being spanked by Nate was arousing. But on the other hand, she didn’t know if it would hurt, and she didn’t know if she’d like it.

Before she could say anything, Nate interrupted her thoughts. “I guess you don’t have a choice. You’ve been naughty. You deserve a good spanking.”

And then his hand was on her arm, pulling her towards his desk, and then she was being pushed down. “Grab the other end,” Nate said hoarsely, “And spread those gorgeous legs.”

Emily did as he said, her thoughts too jumbled up to make sense. She was thankful she was still wearing her panties – it would be just too embarrassing if he’d asked her to show him her pussy. Nate had one hand on her back, pressing her down, and she was aware of the cool, smooth wood against her nipples, her breasts squashed underneath her. She was bending at the waist, and she felt Nate run his other hand across her ass cheeks.

“Gorgeous,” he breathed.

And then, before she could think any further, he raised his hand high and brought it down sharply on her delicate flesh. Emily squealed out loud, but Nate continued to bring his hand down on her soft ass cheeks, spanking her thoroughly and efficiently. His hand struck a different part of her ass cheek each time, and soon her skin felt hot and sore and flushed.

Emily groaned as Nate’s hand came down on her. She felt thoroughly chastised and humiliated, and she wriggled in pain. But Nate held her down firmly, and her spread-eagled pose made it impossible for her to escape the sharp slaps. Even worse, she was getting wet, and as the spanking continued, her arousal grew. After a while, her mind was a blank, but her senses were heightened. She was aware of Nate’s large hand spanking her bottom, the way her nipples felt against the table-top, the way Nate’s cologne smelled. She kept her eyes tightly closed, and the groans escaped her unbidden. She felt her juices flowing out, and her pussy throbbed and ached for more.