His Dirty Secret(23)

“How does that feel, slut?” She felt the warmth of Tyler’s breath against her face as he bent his head down close to her to ask the question.



“It f-feels…” Her words broke off as he smacked her again. “Good! It feels good!” She groaned as he did it again, this time on her left cheek, and her clit started to throb. “Oh, God!”



A few more ‘thwacks’ and Isobel felt her nipples pebble and her pussy-lips start to swell. She could feel moisture pooling and coating the tops of her legs, and her back was slick with perspiration. “Ohhh…” Tyler used what she had figured out was a paddle of some description with an ability that screamed of years of practice; knowing exactly where to hit and where to avoid to cause the most discomfort and arousal.



He eventually finished, and Isobel could have screamed at him to continue. It felt as though her ass was on fire, and his hands once again rubbed her skin, somewhat soothing it, but doing absolutely nothing to soothe the echoing heat of her pussy. Isobel felt as though she would die if she didn’t climax soon, but she instinctively knew that to ask him for release would be a big mistake.



“How did that feel?” His tone was gruff and she heard the unmistakable tinge of arousal as he spoke.



“It hurt.” She was breathless and aching, and wanted so much more than to simply be punished.



He laughed softly. “Do you think that is a more suitable punishment for you than spanking was, and if so, why?”



He had raised her upright again, and as he talked he turned her so that she was facing him. Before she could reply, he put a finger under her chin and lifted her head so that he could watch her face. “Remember to be totally honest with me, Isobel.”



She took a deep breath before speaking, aware that if her body was shaking, then so would her voice. “Yes, Sir, it is definitely a more suitable punishment, and a more effective one.” She knew he wanted to hear more than that, so she hesitantly continued. “It hurt a lot, but it wasn’t unbearable. In fact, the more you paddled me, the more I wanted.” She paused again. “I’m sorry, I should have said the more I needed, not wanted.”



“Continue.”



“As you were paddling me, I thought about my failings, and realized that deceiving you was not only wrong and unfair to you, but it was also doing us both a great disservice.” She felt herself blushing. “And the more you paddled, the more aroused I became, which was a punishment in itself because I knew that I would not be allowed to climax, which added a depth of frustration to my emotions.”



“Thank you, Isobel. Your honesty is refreshing. In fact, it’s extremely stimulating, as you can tell.” He looked down at his obvious hard-on and then looked up and smiled wryly. “Of course, that could also be the result of having a beautiful, naked woman in front of me.”



Isobel blushed at the praise. Without being conceited, she knew she was attractive. But, to hear someone like Tyler say that he thought she was beautiful was a definite ego boost.



“You’ve been suitably punished, I believe, Isobel, although you need to prepare yourself for the fact that you will undoubtedly be punished again in the future; on probably more than just a few occasions.” Isobel merely nodded, having fully expected that to be the case. “I think that you have earned a reward now.”



“Thank you, Sir.”



“Back up on the desk, Isobel. On your back this time, please.”



Isobel scrambled to do as he’d instructed, lying down with her arms to her sides and her legs parted so that Tyler could have easy access for whatever he had planned. She turned her head and watched as he shed his clothes, gulping as his magnificent cock finally came into view. Fully erect and huge, it was a feast for her eyes, and she licked her lips longingly, hoping that he would let her suck him.



Tyler took hold of her ankles, and gently pulled her towards him so that her legs hung off the edge of the desk from her knees down. He reached towards her with one hand, sliding it up her leg and coming to rest on her pubic mound. Isobel held her breath, willing him to do something, anything, to alleviate the almost desperate need she had to climax.



“You’re so wet already.” His words made her quiver. “Did your punishment arouse you this much, or is it the thought of me fucking you?”



As he spoke he slid a finger between her damp folds, parting her lips and opening her to his gaze. Isobel jumped slightly as his knuckle grazed across the hood of her engorged clit, and she felt an ache deep within her pussy that seemed to be growing with each passing second.