First part of a short series I've written.
Abigail could feel the familiar butterflies in her stomach as she followed the path up to Isaac's house. "Mister Stokes to some people, Isaac to my friends,” he often said, but for her, it was usually 'sir'.
Many months ago, when she'd moved here as a poor, bright-eyed student, she'd ended up with a part-time job tending to his garden and other menial tasks. He was a tall, bald, muscular man with dark eyes, and the first time she'd met him, she'd been almost speechless. There was something about the way he looked and acted that had made the red-headed student slightly weak-kneed, and for the first few days, she'd often found her thoughts drifting to him, wanting to know more about him. It was silly – he was almost old enough to be her father – but there was something about him that had caught her interest.
She'd worked for him for a few weeks when the incident occurred. She'd been given a lot of instructions when she started the job, more than she'd been able to remember, and he'd grown tired of her forgetfulness. One morning, he started lecturing her about arriving on time, and on working hard, and on following his instructions, or something to that effect. As he talked, she found herself once again lost in that deep voice and those piercing eyes.
She suddenly realized that he'd stopped talking and was looking at her impatiently. It seemed like he'd asked her a question, and that she'd have to come up with a fairly satisfying answer. In the end, she went with "Huh?”
"That does it,” Isaac had declared angrily, and he grabbed her arm and dragged her along. The next thing she knew, he'd sat down on a nearby bench, yanked her jeans down, and pulled her over his knee. She was completely stunned, unable to move a muscle until the first few smacks landed on the seat of her panties.
"Ow! What's going on?” she yelped.
"Be quiet, girl,” he'd told her. "I've told you time and time again to listen to my instructions, so now, I'm going to show you what happens when you don't.” As he scolded, his firm palm continued to spank her bubble butt, slamming like hard wood against her soft flesh.
She wanted to tell him to stop it and let her up. She wanted to tell him that she was a grown woman, not a child, and anyway, he wasn't her father, so he couldn't do this to her. However, as the sting spread across her buttocks, she found herself unable to do anything but yelp and hiss in pain.
"Are you learning your lesson, young lady?” he said as he placed a series of particularly hard slaps on the lower parts of her bottom. She kicked her legs furiously, knowing that she wouldn't sit comfortably for a while.
It was painful and humiliating, but as she slowly began to realize, it was also one of the most intensely erotic things that had ever happened to her. She couldn't believe it, but as he continued to lecture and spank her, she could feel herself growing wet. A loud moan escaped her lips as she squirmed around over his lap. Being at his mercy, with no option but to lie there and take it as the stern, handsome older man punished her severely was quite the turn-on.
After what seemed like hours, he stopped the spanking and allowed her to stand. Her hands immediately flew to her burning seat, and she jumped from foot to foot as she tried in vain to rub the sting away. She heard him chuckle, and to her horror, she discovered that he was looking at a wet patch on the front of her panties. There was a matching stain on the thigh of his trousers, right where her crotch had been. With a face that was almost as red as her bottom, she pulled up her jeans and ran, not stopping until she was safely home.
She'd taken her jeans and panties off, staring at her bright-red backside in the mirror before going to bed and rubbing herself to one of the most incredible orgasms of her entire life.
The next time she came to work, she felt her face burning with embarrassment, but Isaac had said nothing about the incident. Despite his silence on the matter, the event replayed itself in her mind every time she heard his voice or looked into his eyes. The memory grew more erotic every time she thought about it, and soon, she began making deliberate mistakes. Not large ones, of course, but enough that a stern man might decide that the best course of action was to take the mischievous minx across his lap and spank her bottom firmly.
Despite her attempts at subterfuge, he immediately understood what she was trying to do. To her delight, he'd taken her over his knee again, this time with her panties down and her bare bottom bucking over his lap, but he'd also told her that he didn't think she should work for him any longer. He couldn't have a worker who deliberately misbehaved. This had been the end of their working relationship, and the start of a more intimate one.
She was now at the end of the path and could feel the butterflies turn into helicopters as she rang the doorbell. "Hello, Abigail,” he said with a friendly smile.
"Hello, Isaac,” she said, standing on her toes to kiss him on the cheek.
"So, have you been a good girl lately?”
That was the phrase he used to determine the nature of her visit. If she'd just stopped by to see a dear friend, she'd tell him that yes, she had, and they'd sit down for a cup of tea and a friendly chat. If she told him no, or that it was none of his business, or anything like that, he'd be the only one sitting.
She bit her lip. "Define 'good',” she said at last.
"Get inside,” he said in his sternest voice, swatting the seat of her jeans as she walked past him. She hissed, wriggling her bottom in what she hoped was an enticing matter.
"Go to your corner,” he told her as he sat down on the sofa. "Trousers and panties lowered, nose touching the wall, hands on your head.” The tone of his voice told her that there was no room for discussion. Not that there ever was – during their little sessions, he was in charge, and she did as he told her or suffered the consequences.
She approached the corner, unbuttoning and unzipping her jeans. She wriggled out of them, making sure to stick her bottom in his direction as he did so. She knew he loved these little displays of hers. Soon, her white cotton panties joined her trousers around her ankles, and she placed her nose against the wall, both hands on her head as the cold air made her bottom tingle. She knew he was watching her, enjoying the sight as their anticipation grew.
After a while, Isaac placed his teacup down. "Come here, Abigail,” he said sternly. She could feel a pleasant tingling in her backside as she approached him. He patted his lap, and she laid across it seductively, almost giggling when she felt his erection poking her stomach.
"Let's see if this can get you to behave, young lady," he scolded. His firm palm started to spank her sensitive seat, and she gasped just as loudly as she did every time. There was something about that awful sting that just dulled in her memory with time, becoming far less painful than it actually was. Soon, she was yelping with every loud crack on her naked cheeks. "Are you going to be a good girl, Abigail?”
She had to take a deep breath, which wasn't easy when all she wanted to do was to let that air out in an ear-shattering scream. "Yes, sir, I promise.”
"I'm glad to hear it,” he told her. "Because if you don't, you're going to find yourself back across my lap, and I'm going to spank you even harder.” Abigail doubted that this was even possible.
His hand moved from cheek to cheek, and her entire bottom burned like crazy. She kicked her legs, squirming around on his lap, but no matter what she did, every single smack landed exactly where he wanted it to.
By the time he helped her to stand, her bottom was burning, but another part of her had grown soaking wet. She kissed him hungrily on the lips. "Take me,” she begged urgently, hoping he'd grant her request. Sometimes, he made her stand in the corner after her spanking, or sent her home with just a hug, which she thought was the cruellest of all his punishments. "Please?” she added meekly.
He returned her kiss. "As you wish, little lady.” And he picked her up, carrying her into his bedroom as he chuckled at the blissful expression on her face.
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