***** THE DESIRE TO KNOW *****
**** CHAPTER 4 ****
Paula found it terribly hard to keep her mind on her work the next
day as the anticipation of the night ahead took almost her full
attention. What made it worse was that this was a court day. Her
opponent was running circles around her in what should have been an
open and shut case.
She had eventually triumphed, but only after a long recess and a
trip to the ladies room to relieve herself somewhat. After court, the
senior partner of her firm took her aside and voiced his concern over
her lackluster performance. She told him that she had a lot on her mind
and that it would not happen again.
In the end, He had suggested that she take a couple of weeks
vacation that she had built up, and try to work out what was on her
mind. Although she tried to protest, her boss would hear none of it. He
told her that they could not afford to have someone that wasn't working
on all cylinders, and that she deserved some time off in the first
place.
So Paula went home knowing that she was going to have to do
something, and quickly, with what had been dominating her thoughts for
the past couple of weeks. She decided that if she went back to work
after her vacation, and still couldn't keep her mind on it, she would
have to tell Frank that she wouldn't see him anymore. Thrilling as it
may be, it just wasn't worth ruining her career over.
But the pretty blonde had what she imagined would prove to be a
very interesting evening ahead of her. Paula dressed herself with the
utmost care on this particular occasion. Making sure everything was
just right, from her skirt all the way down to her prettiest panties
and stockings.
She stood in front of the mirror wearing only her hose and panties,
scrutinizing herself. Once satisfied that she looked acceptable to what
she was beginning to learn were Frank's exacting standards, she pulled
her skirt on over the cinnamon colored stockings and completed her
outfit with a somewhat modest bra and blouse.
By the time Frank made his appearance at her door at 7:45, Paula
was going absolutely out of her mind with anticipation. When she opened
the door for him, Frank took her by the elbows and kissed her briefly
in such a way that took her breath nearly out of her. Paula knew that
dinner was going to be much too long for her.
She was right. Time seemed to crawl all during dinner. Although she
did her best to follow along with their conversation, it was becoming
increasingly hard to do so, especially when Frank looked at her with
penetrating glances that made her squirm her bottom against her seat.
Frank seemed quite interested in what Paula related to him about
her day in court. As a matter of fact, his eyes got a strange gleam in
them when he was told that she would be on vacation for the next two
weeks. He didn't tell her what was on his mind, but that two weeks
would definitely be two weeks that she would not forget.
The disappointment on Paula's face was clear when instead of
returning to Frank's house as she figured he would, he pulled up in
front of her own house. Frank normally waited until she had unlocked
and opened her door before kissing her goodnight and leaving. But when
Paula opened her door that night, Frank put his hand gently on her
shoulder and lightly pushed her inside, where he followed and closed
the door behind him.
Paula turned and looked at him imploringly, not at all sure what he
was doing. Just when she thought she knew what was happening, he would
do something unexpected to leave her befuddled once again.
Frank glided past her and walked into the living room, headed
straight for the bar and made himself a Scotch & Soda, not even asking
her if she wanted one. Paula moved to and stood on the side of her
sofa, unsure of what she should do, or say at this point.
She watched him closely when he moved to a chair and seated
himself. There was no doubt about it, he was playing her like a well
tuned violin, carefully picking the next note to play.
"Sit Down, Paula" He said, gesturing to the sofa she was standing
against, using her hand to keep her balance.
She sat, in a whirlwind of doubt, and a surreal vertigo.
"I told you that we'd discuss your little stunt of last night." He
started, pausing to gauge her reaction, her eyes were glued to him,
absorbing every word.
"Of course you remember that, don't you?" The woman nodded wordlessly
in answer to his question.
"Answer me!" he snapped, causing her to blink rapidly several times as
if snapped out of a daydream.
"Yes, I remember" She said in a small voice, averting her eyes.
"Alright, have you been thinking about it?" He wanted to know, it was
a silly question to ask.
"Yes, I have" again in a small voice.
"Paula, look at me when you're speaking" He said sternly, causing her
to look up quickly.
"Yes, I've thought about it" She answered again, this time to his
specifications.
One thing was obvious, sitting still was something the pretty
attorney couldn't do even if he told her to do so. She held her legs
closed and squeezed her thighs together, causing pangs of deliciously
forbidden pleasure to churn from within.
"That's fine, Paula. Now tell me whether or not you believe that you
should be punished for what you did last night."
This wasn't something she thought about at all. No, she thought
about actually HAVING it happen, not whether she deserved it or not.
"Uhh.. If I was wrong.." She tried to choose her words as to not give
the wrong impression.
"Alright then, do you think you were wrong?" He pressed on.
Of course she didn't think she was wrong, it was an impossible
thing to stop herself from climax once it had already started. But
somehow, she sensed that this wasn't what he wanted to hear.
"Yes, I was wrong." She answered after a brief pause.
"Well, then it's clear that if you were wrong, then you should be
punished." He stated. "Is that correct, Paula?" He was making her
crazy.
"y Yes, that's right." She said slowly, losing what little composure
she had somehow maintained until then.
Frank sat back and coolly sipped his drink.
"Good, I wouldn't want to punish you unless you agreed it was the right
thing to do." Paula's mind raced, trying to figure out what he was up
to. "Just do it, for god's sake!!" she screamed at him in her mind. She
didn't know the appropriate thing to say at this moment so she said
nothing at all.
What followed was a very thick silence between them. Frank
continued to nurse his drink while she sat in tortured silence.
Finally, when he had drained his glass, he spoke to her.
"Stand up, Paula!" He barked, getting up himself and bringing his glass
to the bar. He laid it down and turned in time to see her gracefully
rise from the sofa. He didn't see her trembling, but she was shaking
all over at that moment.
He walked toward her and stopped just short, behind the piece of
furniture Paula used to keep herself steady. Frank studied her in a way
that goes way beyond some man undressing a woman with his eyes. The
way he looked at her caused goosebumps to rise on her skin. Finally, he
motioned for her to join him behind the sofa.
Heart fluttering a mile a minute, She gingerly took the 3 steps to
where he was standing. She stopped in front of him and instinctively
averted her eyes from his gaze. Taking her by the arm, Frank guided her
to stand up against the back of the sofa, facing away. Drawing in a
deep breath, Paula waited somewhat impatiently to feel him raise her
skirt.
He did nothing of the sort of this occasion. After several seconds
of silence from behind her, Paula turned her head and asked him with a
silent plea to do it, she was not having much success in having to wait
like this.
"Lift your skirt and hold it up, Paula" He said in response to her
unspoken request.
She did as she was told, bringing her skirt up and bunching it
around her waist, where she held it with tightly clenched fists. Even
the cool air of her living room felt extremely hot to the blonde
attorney at that moment.
Frank put his hands on either side of her hips and slid her panties
down her legs. The slight scratchy sound of the cotton panties rubbing
against her stockings was the only sound in the room save for each of
their breathing, which was getting kind of ragged.
Now with Paula's ass in view providing a delectable sight for him
to feast his eyes on, Frank set about to the task of spanking those
shapely buns of her's
The first time was slow, and steady. Frank put an arm around the
front of her waist and begin to sting her bottom with several rapid
fire slaps. Early on, Paula just drew in a sharp breath when she felt
the first slap. But when the next one came just as the stinging began
to register in her brain, she cried out involuntarily at the shock.
Her ass darkened in hue in an astoundingly quick time. Once, after
a particularily sharp stroke, Paula lost her balance and began to fall
forward, causing her to release her iron grip on her skirt to brace
herself against the sofa. The swampy feeling in her cunt was there, but
at that moment, the burning in her ass far overpowered it. It then
dawned on her that this was a REAL punishment, that Frank was not
joking when he said he was going to punish her.
And he wasn't finished. He told her in a calm, steely voice to lift
her skirt back up the way she had it. As her now visibly trembling
hands went down to do his bidding, she turned her head toward him and
gazed through glassy eyes at him. There was nothing in his face that
could be seen as forgiveness.
When her bare bottom was presented to him again, Frank resumed the
spanking. Paula no longer cried out at his vigourous smacks, but
grunted beteeen her childlike sobs. Tears pours down her cheeks, but
Paula never attempted to shield her ass from the blows. Something in
her mind told her that would not be the smartest thing for her to do at
that time.
When Frank had Paula's sexy bottom a uniform, very bright pink. He
stopped spanking her and bade her to turn around and face him. She
started to let her skirt drop, but the look on his face told her that
she'd better not. Now he put his arms around her back and held her
close to him, the closeness made the 28 year old woman feel like a 6
year old. She let her sobs ring out loud and clear as she buried her
head in his shoulder.
He held and soothed her for a few minutes, until sobs subsided to
choked back ones and sniffles. He stepped back a little and tilted her
chin up toward him. Her eyes were swollen and red from the crying as
could be expected.
"Paula, you're going to have to learn that when you disobey me, you're
going to be punished."
She stared at him mutely, now harboring thoughts of telling him to get
out of her house, and her life.
"Now, I want you to go over to the corner, and press your nose into
it. You have much to think about." Frank said, gesturing toward a
corner over his right shoulder.
The intense burning was beginning to lessen a little. Enough to
stop her from lashing out at him. Yes, she had plenty to think about.
When she stepped away from her, she obediently made her way to the
appointed corner and stood with her nose pressed into it, her hands
still holding the skirt over her scorched bottom.
"I'll be expecting you to think about how you're going to be obeying my
orders in the future. I'll want to hear it in detail, so be prepared"
He said in warning.
Frank had prepared himself another drink and once again took his
place on the chair he occupied when first coming in. From where he sat,
he had the perfect view of Paula, standing in the corner like a naughty
child. Watching her shifting her weight from foot to foot wasn't
exactly what he wanted to be doing at that moment, but he knew there'd
be plenty of time to enjoy other activities.
There she was, a full grown adult standing in a corner of her
living room, ass bared and on fire, while the one who caused it sat in
a cozy chair watching her. She at once felt silly, chastised,
humiliated, and sexually excited. No doubt about it, this spanking had
been twice as bad as the one she had gotten earlier that week. The
crying had stopped, but Paula still let out a stifled sob every now and
again.
Paula began to think about what it would be like to have to answer
to Frank about every little detail, no matter how miniscule, in her
life. Her first impulse was to dismiss the idea as being a silly one,
but her next thought was of how bored she had become with men who were
too willing to let her have everything she wanted.
The fact that Frank was the first man in her life who acted the
agressor somehow caused her to be drawn to him. It was only now that
Paula began to realise just that. Not that it made these strange
feelings seem any more natural, but at least now she was beginning to
get a handle on the situation.
Steadily, the heat in Paula's bottom spread out over the rest of
her body. By the time she'd been standing in that corner for 20
minutes, her nipples ached to be set free of their bonds. A little
farther below, the heat onher ass snaked around and played havoc on her
pussy and clit, setting them ablaze with that hot, itchy feeling that
screamed to be scratched.
Frank let her stand in silence for about 45 minutes before getting
up and walking toward her. Paula held her breath when she heard his
footsteps, wondering what he would do next. She only hoped it had
something to do with her hungry cunt.
He stood right behind her and let his fingertips lightly move over
her ass. The first touch made Paula jump a little, but very quickly
relax as she let herself go to his wandering fingers. With his breath
on her neck, and his hands lovingly massaging her tender bottom, he
asked her in her ear if she had been thinking about what he sent her
there to ponder.
She nodded yes, and was promptly rewarded with a reproaching
squeeze of her still somewhat sore asscheeks.
"Yes" she said under her breath. Now his hands roamed down, caressing
each of her thighs while asking her if she was going to make it a point
to obey his every command.
"Yes" again came softly from her lips.
"Good. And you know you'll be punished when you do not, right Paula?"
His hands were doing wonderful things to her. "Yes" a third time in
answer to his third question.
"Then I believe we'll do just fine" Frank whispered, then put his
hands over hers, taking them away from her skirt, letting it fall over
her alluring legs and ass. Putting his hands on her shoulders, he
turned her around to face him, and began undoing the buttons on her
blouse while she looked up at him with that smoldering hunger in her
eyes.
Paula reached out to do the same for him, but Frank stopped her
with a look that told her it would probably be in her best interests
not to perform that particular task. He slipped her blouse off of her
and then reached around to unhook, and remove her bra as well. The
blonde's nipples stood at rigid attention when they were set free.
Frank brought his hands up to them and started rolling each nipple
between his thumbs and forefingers. Paula moaned in appreciation and
leaned back a little, pressing her back and bottom against the corner
she was still in. Gradually, his fingers on Paula's nipples tightened,
until eventually the pretty attorney moaned in a mixture of pleasure
and pain.
He squeezed, She let out a small cry. He let up until Paula caught
her breath, then squeezed again. With each new clamping down on her
tender nipples, Paula found that the pain definitely became the same
type of pleasurable pain afforded to her asscheeks a little while
earlier.
When his fingers released her aching, tingling nipples and began to
inch downward, Paula groaned out her displeasure that he'd stopped
manipulating her breasts in the fashioned he had. Groping for, and
finding the zipper of her skirt, Frank undid it and let it fall down
her legs.
Paula stood before him, still clad in her shoes, stockings, and
panties that had been rolled down to her thighs, still in the place he
had put them. Now Frank stepped up to her, putting his hands on her
warm bottom and pulling her close. Bringing his mouth to her's, He used
his tongue to gently urge her lips to part, allowing him to explore the
inside of her mouth with a sensual swirling motion.
It was a kiss that literally took the blonde woman's breath right
out of her. She drew in several breaths when he moved his mouth to her
ear and began to whisper.
"Oh baby, i'm so glad i've found you." It was the first time he had
said anything like that to her. It was clear to her that he was feeling
the same way as he felt, as she could plainly feel the bulge in his
trousers while he held and whispered to her.
"I'm going to teach you everything." He said. "You will learn to be
mine.. Mind, body, and soul" His tongue grazed her earlobe and caused
her to shiver. Then his hands were on her shoulders, firmly, but gently
pressing down. Paula didn't need to be told that he wanted her on her
knees, where she dropped to at his silent prompting.