Excerpt from a work in progress

He looked up at her. “Stand in the corner while I get ready for you.”

“What?”

He marched over and guided her to the corner beyond her gown. He turned her shoulders so that she was facing it. She felt his breath on her ear as he whispered, “Bad girls stand in the corner while they wait to be punished.” She shivered. He slid his hand up around her from behind and pinched a nipple, eliciting a gasp. “Think about what you’ve done,” he chided her. Then he was gone. She stared into the corner, feeling a little ridiculous. Nevertheless, she knew that he would discover her pussy drenched when he checked. She tried to guess what he was doing, but he was too quiet. After what seemed like forever, his voice cut across the room.

“Come here, Beverly.”

She turned around to see that the desktop had been cleared. Derek was standing behind it, holding a pair of handcuffs. Her heart stopped; he was going to handcuff her? She walked slowly over.

“Stand in front of the desk,” he commanded.

Once she was there, he told her to bend over. She did. He took her hands and placed them behind her back, then cuffed her. She was now bent over the desk, hands cuffed in place on her back. She wouldn’t be able to get up easily. The desk was just wide enough that her head hung off the edge where the chair was. Derek stepped back and was silent. She craned her neck to look over her shoulder. He was admiring his handiwork.

“Eyes front,” he told her, and she complied. He stayed back there for a while, just watching her. Beverly pictured herself; bent over the desk, hands bound behind her back, ass in the air. The thought of him watching her like this made her nipples harden against the mahogany. Finally, he spoke.

“Stay there, young lady. I’ll be right back.”

“What? You can’t leave me like this!” she cried, but his footsteps were already out the door. She heard the outer door to the office close, and then there was silence. What was he doing? What if a janitor or a security guard came in and saw her like this? She wanted to get up, but she was helpless; from her position, she couldn’t get off the desk without falling to the floor. She had no choice but to wait there, exposed and ready for punishment. The nervous feeling in her stomach intensified. What was he going to do to her? She knew it was going to be severe. The minutes ticked by slowly. She felt the air flow between her legs and grew very, very turned on. She longed to have his big cock inside her. Finally, she heard the door open.

“I’m back,” Derek called from the waiting room. “You didn’t move, did you?”

“Very funny,” Beverly retorted.

A resounding THWACK on her ass made her cry out in shock. Derek moved in front of her. “The correct answer is ‘no sir,’” he explained, showing her a belt. It was looked old and worn and was folded into a loop.

Beverly gasped. “Oh no, please don’t use that,” she pleaded.

“I’m afraid you don’t get much say in the matter,” he said down to her. He walked back behind her. “We don’t have much time. Let’s get started.”

“Derek, please-” the belt crashed into her ass again, taking her breath away.

“You will speak only when I tell you to,” he said. All mirth was gone from his voice.

She hung her head over the edge of the desk. “Yes sir.”

“Good girl. Beverly, you behaved very badly tonight. You disobeyed my by leaving the bathrooms. Then you tried to leave the casino. And then, you talked to a man who I had specifically forbidden you from speaking to. Not only that, you lied to me when I asked you about it. Do you agree that you deserve to be punished?”

“Yes, sir,” she replied.

He rested the belt on her ass. “I’m going to punish you with this belt. I think you deserve 15 strokes for your behavior tonight.”

He paused, as if waiting to see if she disagreed. She said only, “Yes, sir.”

He raised the belt. “The first two are for leaving the bathrooms.”

He brought it down across her cheeks. THWACK. Beverly yelped in spite of herself. The belt traced a line of fire like nothing she’d ever felt before. He brought it down again, in exactly the same spot as the first time. THWACK. She gasped.

“The next five are for deciding to leave the casino-” his voice darkened – “again.”

She gulped. She didn’t even realize that she had almost made the same mistake – running out of the casino after dark with her emotions high. She felt the belt touch a different part of her backside, then it was gone. THWACK. She yelped. This was unbearable! It was nothing like his hand. THWACK. Fire blazed across her ass. When was the pleasant warmth going to kick in? THWACK. She couldn’t help it; she started to beg.

“Please, Derek, I’m sorry,” she pleaded. “I’m so sorry. Please stop; I won’t do it again.”

Derek hesitated at the note of desperation in her voice. He placed the belt against her cheeks. “Beverly, I’m doing this for your own good,” he said in a resigned tone. “You almost ran right back out into the street, less than 24 hours after almost getting mugged. Maybe this will help you to stop and think twice next time.”

She felt tears start to form at the corners of her eyes. “I know, but I don’t think I can take it. I can’t take ten more, Derek.”

Derek’s voice turned hard. “You can and you will.”

He raised the belt and brought it slicing down. THWACK. Beverly gasped. The tears began to flow freely.

“You know you need this, Beverly. Something has been missing in your life, hasn’t it?” THWACK.

“Yes,” she warbled.

“You’ve always been on your own. That life has made you independent, but also headstrong. You need someone as strong as you to save you from your own bullheadedness.”

Beverly couldn’t believe it; his words rang true.

“These next five are for talking to Will against my explicit command.”

Something flowed through her; a sense of peace that he was going to keep punishing her.

THWACK. She jumped, but that pleasant warmth from before began to radiate through her in spite of the pain. THWACK. She was ashamed of her behavior, but Derek offered her redemption. THWACK. He wasn’t leaving. A powerful need to submit to him coursed through her, a need to let go and put things into his hands. THWACK. Once she found that, she began to feel pleasure. Her groin throbbed with need. She pushed her ass out as much as she could; she would take whatever he decided she needed. The last of the five strokes crashed down directly over her sit spot, sending waves of pain and pleasure through her. Derek paused.

“You still need three more, darling. Can you take it?”

“Yes sir,” she whispered.

“Good. These last three are for lying to me when I asked you why you weren’t at the bathroom.”

THWACK. The pain was exquisite, racing from her burning backside straight to her wet pussy. THWACK. She shuddered, but remained perfectly still. Finally he brought down the last stroke with extra force, sending delicious vibrations throughout her. She sighed in contentment, then it was quiet. She lay across the desk, bound and vulnerable, completely at peace.

This is a work in progress. I will post an update when it is ready and available for download!

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