“Yes… well, I started to but then the phone rang and I picked it up thinking it might be you.”
He signaled for her to face the wall and walked toward his desk, looking through the envelopes he had brought in with him. “Who was it?”
She hesitated. “Josie.”
He stopped, forcing a deep breath in. Josie was trouble. He couldn’t understand how Megan couldn’t see it. It was clear as day to him.
“I appreciate you telling me the truth and for the future, just know that I won’t call you when I’ve told you to stand in the corner at any given point in time so no need to answer the phone.”
She turned to look at him. “Are you mad?”
He set the mail down and met her gaze, studying her. Megan was a pleaser. It was good and bad. But one thing he knew was that she couldn’t stand the thought of him being angry with her. It disrupted something inside her. He wondered where that stemmed from, if it was just the nature of the submissive mind.
No, it wasn’t just that. He’d always been drawn to submissive women, but she was different, sweet, her innocence authentic.
He smiled and shook his head, slipping his jacket from his sounders. “No, Meg. I’m not mad.” But proper corner time hadn’t yet begun as far as he was concerned. “We’ll set the clock now for half an hour before your spanking. I have a little work to wrap up anyway. Face the wall please and this time, take your panties down to just below your hips.”
He waited while she shot a quick, worried glance his way. He could see her taking a deep breath, probably telling herself to stay calm. But the next thing she did surprised him. She turned to face him but didn’t meet his eyes. She shook her head fast once, wrapping her arms around herself, covering herself. She stayed like that, her gaze at her feet. He watched as a tear slid down her cheek but she didn’t make a single sound, didn’t try to talk her way out of it. There was no attempt to be playful or to seduce, no nothing. She just stood there, waiting, almost as if she were unable to obey.
This was unexpected. He went to her, gathering her to him. She let him, her body soft, not resisting him in any way as a quick sob escaped her. He held her tight with one hand and cupped the back of her head with the other.
“Hey, shh…” he coaxed. “It’s ok, Meg,” he said. “Look at me.” He lifted her chin. “Megan,” he said. She opened her eyes and met his. “It’s just us, you and me. It’s ok, you can do this. I’m here with you.”
She searched his face but still did not speak. After a few moments, she nodded, tucking herself tighter into his embrace, her arms folded between them. She then stepped back into the corner. He watched as she slid her fingers into the waistband of her panties but when she hesitated for too long, he went to her and placed his hands over hers. He held her as he slid them down over her hips, waiting until she widened her stance enough to hold them where he had set them at the tops of her thighs. He gave her hands a small squeeze.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
“Now put your hands at the back of your head for me, Meg.”
He stepped back, watching her closely as she clasped her hands at the back of her head. She didn’t move when he stepped away and settled into his seat behind the desk.
Megan stood facing the white wall, trying to understand what she was feeling, trying to make sense of what had just happened. She had tried to seduce him, he was right. The lasagna was only the start; the rest of it, well, it wasn’t even a conscious thought. Her instinct was to get out of punishment even though some part of her, the part she was not wholly familiar with, wanted it. Wanted to have his authority and wanted to obey it. It was something she didn’t understand. She was a modern woman. She had never submitted to any man’s attempted dominion over her before, but she wasn’t sure if anyone had really tried. Jake was different than other men but there was more to it than that, surely.
This line of thinking was confusing. She would come back to it, let it sit for a while and then return to it. For now, there were other things to consider, like how her body was physically reacting. Her arms were tired already but there was something else brewing. Specifically, something between her legs. Her clit throbbed and she was damp. The fact that her panties were pulled down was, on the one hand, humiliating, while at the same time so completely erotic. The fact that she stood punished, shamed, in the corner for her misstep of the evening before, the fact that he now held her accountable and didn’t let her off the hook, the fact that he was perhaps watching her or, even more interesting, ignoring her altogether, excited her like she had never imagined it could. She had been dreading this time all day. Dreading this more than the physical spanking he would give her but she was at the same time absolutely and wholly aroused.
Jake’s phone buzzed, signaling the end of her half hour. Megan turned to him. Dropping her arms, she took a step.
“Did I tell you to come out of the corner?” he asked, his tone neutral.
She stopped. “The bell rang,” she began, but he cut her off.
“Did I tell you to come out of the corner?” he repeated.
“No, sir,” she said, turning back to face the wall. They had talked about proper address when she had agreed to give this a try. He had wanted it and she had felt fine with it. Even now, saying the word ‘sir’ felt somehow right. Megan shook her head at herself. What would Josie think of her if she could see her now?
“Good girl,” he said. She heard him rise. “You may turn to face me. Keep your hands where they are.”
She turned to find him leaning against his desk rolling up his shirt sleeves. She swallowed, finding something in that simple act so dominant, so sexy. He was preparing to spank her. She looked at him, his lean, muscular build. He was 6′3″, and the top of her head reached to about the middle of his chest. His dark brown hair fell over one eye and he brushed it back. His eyes, they were gorgeous. So blue she still remembered how she had embarrassed herself the first time she had laid eyes on him and had been unable to look away.
“Now tell me why you’re going to be spanked tonight, Megan.”
“Because I drank too much last night and broke my promise.”
Jake nodded, going around his desk to open a drawer. She watched as he retrieved the small wooden paddle and took a seat on the couch. He then reached his hands out to her.
She had seen that thing once. She’d even felt it on her bottom when he had jokingly swatted her with it. It had hurt and he’d only been fooling around then.
“Come here, honey.”
“Are you going to use that?” she asked before she took a step.
“I’ll use my hand first. That will just be at the end. Come here.”
Well, she supposed his hand would be more forgiving than the paddle. She walked over, her step slow, her eyes on his hands, his big hands. Megan swallowed and went to stand between his knees. He took her hands in his, his thumbs massaging her palms.
“I don’t want to tell you who you can and cannot see, but that Josie, I don’t trust her.”
“I’ve known her forever, Jake. I can’t just abandon her, not when she needs me.”
He shook his head. “Do you see a pattern, Meg? Every time you’re with her, we end up in some sort of argument…”
“Discussion,” she adjusted.
“Fine, discussion. Either way, just keep your eyes open around that girl.”
She nodded, not entirely doubting what he said but not able to fully accept it either.
“All right, come on, let’s get this done. Over my knee.”
Her heart began to pound harder as she looked at his lap, wondering how she was going to do this with any grace at all. Not that there would be any grace once she was actually in position. There wasn’t any elegance in being turned over your husband’s knee and spanked with your panties down around your ankles and your bottom bared.
“Let’s go,” he said.
Jake tugged on her wrist and Megan placed one knee on the couch, slowly lowering herself over his lap and placing her hands on the floor.
“Next time, I’d like you to braid your hair,” he said, collecting the long tangled curls and setting them over her shoulder.
Megan stared straight ahead, every part of her tense.
“Relax,” he said, his hand at the back of her neck, massaging for a moment, then moving down over her back, pressing at her low back so her hips were lifted higher. He gripped her waist and held her to him with one hand while with the other, he rubbed circles over her bottom. “Where do your hands and feet need to stay while we do this?” he asked.
“On the floor, sir.”
“Good girl. Ready?”
“No,” she mumbled.
He chuckled just before the first smack landed.
“Ow!” Megan immediately reached back to cover her bottom, one leg kicking instinctively as she wriggled to free herself.
“Meg, hands and feet,” he said, grabbing the wrist of her errant arm and holding it tight to her low back. “Where do they stay?” he asked, his tone just a hair more stern.
“I’m sorry. It just surprised me I guess.”
“Where?” he repeated.
“On the floor, sir.”