Chapter 3
He stood up. The front of his trousers bulged out like he had a lead pipe hidden in the crotch of them. He glared at me for a silent minute.
Then he laughed. "So that's your game, eh? Congratulations. Not only are you an expert at your job, but you're an expert cock teaser as well!"
"Tsk, tsk," I said, "such language."
"You win this round, but the game isn't over yet, Karen."
"That's Miss Clark to you, Mister Slade," I gloated. "Only my friends call me Karen."
"I can think of a few other things to call you, but I'm sure that you've heard them all before."
"Yes, but never from a gentleman. Of course, that shouldn't stop you," I said.
"Name-calling isn't my style, Karen," he said. "I prefer action to words." '. "Well, you're not going to get any action here, so you can get your coat and hit the street," I said. "And don't call me Karen!"
I was irked. I had been expecting him to lose his cool and explode in a temper tantrum, but it just wasn't working out the way that I planned.
That Slade was one cool customer. I could see how he had emerged victorious from so many proxy fights and boardroom battles. He didn't rattle easily.
In fact, things were working out exactly the reverse of the way they were supposed to. That mocking grin of his was making me madder and madder.
I said spitefully, "If you hurry, you should be able to catch Tina Bannon. She's probably waiting for you to call-unless she's working the bars to pick up a little extra money!"
Slade shook his head. "You disappoint me, Karen. No class, that's your problem. Pity. I'm sure that there's a very nice girl buried somewhere inside you."
I said, "There's the door. Try not to slam it on your way out, Mr. Slade."
He said, "You know what your problem is, Karen? You're a spoiled brat with the emotional maturity of a ten-year old."
"Spare me the amateur analysis," I said.
"You probably would have turned out all right if your folks had taken you over their knees and spanked you whenever you acted up."
Slade paused for a second. "Come to think of it, it's never too late to straighten out a naughty, foul-mouthed brat."
Smiling grimly, he started toward me. I backed up, saying, "Just what do you think you're doing?"
"I'm going to give you something you've been needing for a long time," he said. "A spanking!"
"Don't be ridiculous," I sneered. "You wouldn't dare!"
"Famous last words," he chuckled. He grabbed my wrist. I tried to pull my arm free, but he had a grip of steel.
I said, "I warn you, if you don't let go of me right this instant, I'll scream!"
Moving with lightning-like speed, he twisted my arm behind my back. I was more shocked than hurt. I sucked in a deep breath so that I could scream.
,Before I could make a sound, his hand clamped over my mouth. My piercing shriek was blotted out and transformed into a muffled sound that you couldn't have heard in the next room.
I struggled like a crazy woman, but he handled me as easily as if I was a rag doll. The strength of his arms was unbelievable.
My outraged cries were weak and garbled by his broad hand as he half-carried, half-dragged me across the room.
He held me from behind, so that I couldn't twist around. I tried to step on his feet, but he was too nimble and quick for me.
Too late, I thought of going limp so that he would have to carry my dead weight. By the time I thought of it, he already had me at the couch.
He sat down on the couch and pulled me across his lap. I couldn't believe it, but it was true. He was really going to spank me!
But not without a fight. I did some fast thinking. He couldn't hold his hand over my mouth, hold my arms, and spank me all at the same time.
When he let me go, I would let out a scream that would shake the walls. That ought to slow him down!
The only trouble was, he was thinking faster than I was. He pushed me off his lap so that I was lying face down on the cushions of the couch.
He removed his hand from my mouth. Before I could scream, he pushed my face into a velvet cushion. My scream was cut off before it could get started.
He moved my arms to my sides, then climbed up on my back and straddled me so that my arms were helplessly pinned!
He said, "I'm going to let you up for some air, Karen, but as soon as you yell, you're going right back down again!"
He did just that. As soon as my face was lifted from the cushions, I filled my lungs with air and shouted, "Help-umpfff!"
He pushed me down before I could get a word out. He said, "I see that I'll have to gag you, Karen, which will be pleasure since it will shut off that nasty mouth of yours for a while."
He placed his open hand on my back and pressed down and stood up. I struggled as hard as I could, but his one hand was able to effortlessly pin me flat on the couch.
My muffled shrieks of outrage became even more agitated as I felt him lifting the hem of my robe.
He lifted it all the way up to my waist while I struggled futilely. He took hold of my panties and pulled them down my legs and off my ankles.
Now, my nude body was exposed from the waist down. As I struggled helplessly my brain seethed with a thousand images of dreadful revenge.
Slade took both of my hands and held them behind my back with his one hand. I was free to kick and thrash my legs, but it didn't do me a bit of good.
Slade was a clever devil. He kept lifting my head so that I could breathe, but pushing it down so that I couldn't yell.
Occasionally, I managed to get out one or two cries, but they didn't do me any good. Ironically, I had soundproofed my apartment so that I wouldn't have to listen to my neighbors, and so I could play my stereo as loud as I liked. Slade lifted my head. When I opened my mouth, he stuffed my wadded-up panties inside it!
Not only was it incredibly humiliating, but it was a most effective gag, too. Then, so I couldn't work it free of my mouth, he took off his necktie and slipped it between my jaws so that the gag would be firmly held in place!
Quick as a flash, Slade knotted the necktie at the back of my head. I was effectively silenced, and now he had both his hands free.
He hooked his arm under my belly and lifted me clear of the couch. I was starting to get the idea that I had chosen the wrong man to tangle with!
His one arm held my hundred-and-ten pounds of weight without straining. I was jackknifed like a sack of flour draped over his arm.
He sat down and pulled me over his lap. His hand encircled both my wrists behind my back, holding them together. I could no more break free of his grip than I could have flown to the moon.
I was amazed that he didn't rape me right on the spot, which he could have easily done. But no, this madman was determined to spank me!
His free hand lifted the hem of my robe and pinned it under my wrists. He said, "That beautiful bottom of yours is crying out for a spanking, Karen, and I'm just the man to give it to you!"
And he was, too. Without warning, his open palm smacked down on my buttocks. My flesh felt numb for an instant, then burned like fire.
"That's one," he said. "If there was ever a spoiled brat in need of a good, old-fashioned spanking, it's you!"
I wriggled on his lap, trying to escape. My frantic efforts bought me exactly nothing. The second spank landed square on target, and hurt even worse than the first one.
Even worse than the pain was the unbelievable humiliation I was suffering. For a grown career woman like myself to be casually overpowered and spanked like a little child was just totally devastating.
Slade planted the next spank on my bottom with deadly accuracy. It sounded as loud as a firecracker exploding. "That's three," he said.
I called him every kind of dirty name in the book, but the panty gag transformed my curses into unintelligible sounds.
The next spank hit me. I squeezed my eyes shut and tears dripped out. Slade was a strong man with a heavy hand. He said, "That's four."
I had never been spanked in my life. My parents didn't believe in corporal punishment. Unfortunately for me, Matt Slade did.
Now I knew why spanking was such a time-tested means of discipline. It hurt! And, even worse than the hurt was the humiliation of having your bottom bared for the convenience and amusement of the person who was spanking you.
After the fifth spank, tears rolled down my cheeks. I wanted to beg Slade to stop, to have mercy on me, but the gag prevented that.
My bottom felt like someone had touched a hot skillet to it. The heat from my spanked buttocks radiated through my trembling body.
The next time the hitting, hurting hand came down, I didn't even try to escape. Struggling was useless, so why bother?
My shoulders heaved from sobbing, but otherwise I was motionless as I lay on Slade's lap. I was. too broken to resist.
While I had been struggling more actively, my breast had worked loose from my gown, and was now bare and pressing against the velvet cushions.
The seventh spank came, and was quickly followed by the eighth. The heat from my bottom seemed to have spread into my pussy.
There was something voluptuously exciting about giving up the struggle. I couldn't do a thing about my spanking, so why not take it and get it over with? Maybe Slade would stop sooner if I didn't give him any trouble.
The ninth spank wasn't as forceful as the rest, and the tenth one hardly stung at all.
Slade said, "That makes it ten spanks in all, Karen, which is just about, your emotional age.
He patted my blazing bottom. "And that makes it one to grow on. I hope you've learned a lesson from this, but somehow I doubt that you will. Your kind rarely does."
He pulled down my robe and covered my body. Even the feeling of the sheer fabric against my flesh sent pain rippling through me.
He said, "I'm sure you're sensible enough not to press the issue, Karen. If you claim that I forced you, I'll claim that you begged me to do it. It'll be your word against mine, and you can guess who the police will believe."
He slid out from under me and released my hands. I sobbed like a broken little girl, but didn't move apart from that.
He said, "Well, thanks for a delightful evening, Karen, although I'm sure that you didn't plan it to work out that way."
He patted my bottom. "I'll expect to see you at work bright and early on Monday morning, unless you're foolish enough to quit over this. I hope that you won't, because you're damned intelligent and competent when you're not playing the prima donna. I'd like you to stay on my team, but if you don't want to, that's your choice."
He picked up his coat. "You needn't show me-out. I'll be able to make my way downstairs. And don't worry-I won't slam the dOor on my way out. Good night, Miss Clark."
He reached for the door knob. I came to a decision. I pulled down the necktie and yanked the panties out of my mouth.
He was almost out the door when I cried, "Wait! Please!"
He paused, and stared skeptically at me. He said, "I hope you aren't going to make an unpleasant scene, Miss Clark."
I stood up. I realized that my breast was still dangling free of my robe. He grinned when he saw it. I didn't even try to put it back in.
I raced to the door. My bottom hurt with each step that I took. I thought he was going to leave, so I called out, "Wait, please! Don't go!"
He stayed where he was. I stopped at the door, and "stayed behind it so that only my head was sticking out. I had enough common sense to know that it wouldn't be too smart to have my neighbors see me with my face wet with tears and my bare breast hanging out of my gown.
I said, "Please, please, come back in, Mr. Slade! Please! I-i have to tell you something!"
Slade said, "I warn you, if you've got some clever little idea about entrapping me and then crying rape, don't bother. My lawyers will rip your credibility to shreds in court."
I could see that he wasn't going to stay, that he was ready to start walking to the elevator.
So I said, "Don't tell me that you're afraid to come back in?!"
He grinned. "I guess I'm supposed to rise to the bait and say that no, of course I'm not afraid. Well, as a matter-of-fact, I'm not."
He stepped back inside, but he left the door partially open. He said, "Well, Miss Qark, did you have something to say to me?"
I wiped my tears with the back of my hand. "Please-don't leave."
"That's a rather sudden change of heart, Miss Qark," he scoffed.
I said, "I acted like a little bitch, and I deserved what you gave me. I'm sorry for what I did, and I would really like you to stay."
"What are you trying to say?"
"I'm saying that I apologize, and that I want you to give me another chance," I said. "Please stay."
"Maybe some other time," he said. He turned toward the door.
I knew that drastic measures were called for, and I took them. I pulled my robe up to my waist. That stopped Slade in his tracks.
As cool and controlled as he was, he couldn't help but be a bit startled by my action. I took his hand and guided it between my legs.
"Feel me," I said. "I'm all wet inside and it's from what you did. I want you. I want you to cany me into my bedroom and tear my clothes off and rape me. I want you to fuck me. What do you want me to do, beg for it?"
"Yes," he said, "that would be nice for starters."
He kicked my front door shut. I knew that what I was doing was crazy, but sometimes you have throw caution to the winds and follow your instincts.
"All right," I said, "I'm begging you to stay. Throw me down and fuck me right here on the floor if you like, but please don't leave!"
He slid his finger deeper into my pussy. I was so wet and dripping that it slid in without any trouble at all.
He said, "Either you're the most convincing actress I've ever seen, or else you actually mean what you say."
"I am a convincing actress," I said. "I'm an excellent liar and a schemer and a betrayer. I'm no damn good at all. I'm a first-class bitch and I deserve to be punished. Beat me, hurt me, make me suffer. You're strong. You're the man that I've been looking for all my life. Take me."
Slade took his finger out of my cunt. It was shining with my pussy juices. He held it up to my face and said, "Suck it."
Gazing into his amused eyes, I opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around his finger and sucked on it. I had never gone down on a man, or a woman, but I'd had it done to me many times. I sucked on Slade's finger like it was his cock.
His eyes narrowed as he watched me work out. After a minute, he said, "That's enough. Stop." He removed his finger.
He said, "Take off your gown."
Without the slightest hesitation, I peeled off the gown and stood naked before him. I didn't make the slightest move to cover myself.
He told me to turn around. I obeyed. I flinched as he touched my sore bottom, but then I recovered and didn't move while he fondled my buttocks.
"You should see how red your bottom is," he chuckled. "If you have a few mirrors around here, I'll show it to you-later. It looks like that spanking I gave you did more good than I thought."
"I hated you for doing it, at first," I confessed. "Nobody ever did anything like that to me in my entire life."
"That's your problem," he said.
I said, "I know. I realized that while you were spanking me. I need you. I don't need any promises or committments from you, or any bullshit like that. Do what you want to me, whatever it is. The only thing that I couldn't endure is if you walked out of here and never touched me again."
He moved closer to me. His breath tickled the tiny hairs on the back of my neck. His groin pressed against my buttocks.
He said, "You're making a big committment yourself, you know. I wonder if you know what you're letting yourself in for?"
"Show me," I said.
He reached in front of me and cupped my breasts in his strong hands. He pressed his palms against my nipples, which hardened as he did so.
He said, "I only spanked you ten times. Suppose I wanted to spank you fifty, or a hundred times? And not with my hand, but with the flat of a hair brush, or even with a leather strap?"
I shivered just from thinking about it, but I said, "If that's what you want, then that's what I want."
"That's easy to say, but not so easy to endure."
I said, "If I can't stand it, you can tie me up and gag me so that I can't't get away."
"You're taking a big risk," he said. "You don't really" know anything about my private life, or what my desires are. I might make you do things that you'd think are perverted."
"I don't care," I said. "I've never gone down on a man, and I've never been fucked in my bottom I know that it's hard to believe, but it's true."
"That's for sure," he chuckled.
"All the same, I'm not lying. I can't prove that I've never given head, of course, but you can probably tell by examing my behind that I'm cherry there," I said.
He said, "I know one way to find out for sure."
I said, "I have a virgin mouth and a virgin ass. I give them both to you. Take them tonight."
He let go of one of my breasts and reached for my pussy. The veins stood out on the back of his hand like thick wires.
As strong as he was, his touch was gentle and thrilling as he rubbed my pussy and searched out my clitoris. My knees felt weak as he stroked my clitoris. He said, "You talk a good game, but talk's cheap."
"Take me to bed and find out for yourself."
"It might amuse me to give you to some of my friends," he said. "Men and women. I'd watch them fuck you. Could you handle that kind of action?"
"I don't know," I said honestly. "But I'll do my best to be what you want me to be, and to do whatever you want me to do."
He released me, and told me to turn around and face him.
I waited to hear what he would say.
"You're a little bitch, Karen," he said, "but you won't be the first little bitch that I've tamed and brought to heel. I'm not making any promises, but I will stay with you tonight. In the morning, if you've pleased me, we can discuss a more permanent arrangement."
I said, "I'm so happy that I could cry."
"Don't," he said. "You'll shed more than enough tears before I'm done with you."
I said, "I-I know that this might sound silly, but what shall I call you?"
"Master," he said. "Call me master."
"Yes, Master." I bowed my head in humble submission. "Thank you, Master."
He swept me off my feet and scooped me up in his arms. I clung to his broad shoulders as he carried me into the bedroom.
He threw me on the bed. I looked up at him. I was afraid and excited at the same time.
He said, "You made a lot of big promises, Karen. Let's see how many of them you can keep."
He took off his clothes.