LunaBlu3
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I had been asked to arrive at her office by 1pm, and it had just gone ten past due to heavy traffic. Running late was not my ideal right now. I parked quickly outside her offices and hurried on past reception and towards the lift . It was almost twenty past by the time I had reached her floor. I scuttled down what seemed like a never ending corridor until i reached the large oak door towards the end. Her name was printed in the very centre, reading it unleashed a few of those devilish butterflies that were fighting to come out. I knocked twice at the door of her suite and waited for a reply. I heard her shuffling papers around for a while, but I was fully aware that she would keep me waiting now on principal. Eventually I heard the familiar husky tone of her voice call out “Come in.” I took a deep breath to calm my ever growing nerves and stepped inside.She was sitting at her desk, perfectly blending in with her immaculate surroundings. Everything had a place, and God help you if you disturbed it.
“How are you, Luna?” She raised her eyebrow at me over her glasses and leaned in slightly. “I trust you have a very good reason for being late?” When I was around her I felt like I was constantly fighting for my breath. A toxic combination of nerves and awe rendered me senseless, and that hadn't changed in all of the years I had known her.
“I’m well thank you Mistress. I apologise for my lack of punctuality, I underestimated the traffic at this time of day” naturally, my head bowed slightly and I avoided her eyes. Her tone as she questioned me made me feel instantly shamed.“Hmm. Well you know that's a terrible excuse. You should have allowed for more travel time. That just screams lack of sense. I have started some work whilst waiting for you so I am going to finish it. I would like you to go and sit at the desk in the corner and write some lines for me about how sorry you are to have kept me waiting, until I am ready for you. Understand?” She beckoned towards a notebook and pen on her desk.
“Yes, Mistress” I mumbled, and assumed my place in the corner.
Half an hour or so must have gone by as Mistress worked away in silence. I liked to watch her work, watch the slight frown of concentration appear on her porcelain face as she sifted through seemingly endless files. I would sneak a look when I could get away with it, watch her tap her foot in slight frustration as she became lost In numbers. I admired her intelligence, her dedication, her patience. She had many qualities I was attracted to, and just as many I was jealous of.
“Right then. Up you get.” Her stern voice cut through the silence like a blade, and sent a welcomed chill up my spine. “Come over here and sit at this chair. We need to have a little chat.” I cautiously moved over to the chair at the front of her desk. “Sit up straight, Luna.” She tutted. I kicked myself. I should be more aware of myself around her, I should know this by now. Her eyes studied my face, It was almost like she could read my thoughts sometimes. “It’s these little things, the small details that matter to me that you should be taking note of. They show me that you understand my values and respect me. Quite frankly after all of this time the bare minimum I expect is for you to be on time, polite and present yourself well. Keep up with the work I give you and keep up the standards I set. I have called you in here today to provide you with some little reminders. You are clearly in need of them.” I simply nodded in response. I felt much too ashamed to argue. She was right as always and I had been expecting this. I'm a dreamer I always have been, when my heads in the clouds I detach myself. I lose my dedication. I make her unhappy and then i come back to earth with a crash. I had spent a lot of time deliberating why I felt the intense desire to rebel against her so persistently, and my only logical conclusion was because it got me her attention. It made her put time into fixing my behaviour, and for that attention and discipline I loved her endlessly. I knew she could see it when I looked into her eyes, through her stern face and into her telling eyes. I become transparent in front of her and my attitude melts away in seconds.She stood up and came across to me. My eyes scanned her body, her perfectly delicate collar bone showing in the centre of her fitted white shirt. Slim hourglass figure and the most beautifully elegant hands. I was finding it hard to read her. She wasn't angry, wasn't aggressive. I think she was disappointed and i was willing to do anything to make it better. She brought her hands up to my face and brushed a strand of my hair behind my ear.
“You need to listen more.” she said softly, and promptly gripped into the back of of my neck to pull me to my feet. “Lean over the desk.” She commanded, yet pushed me down herself. She unbuttoned my trousers and effortlessly slid them off my body. Often she would ask me to remove my own clothing, and it felt like an indulgent treat when I got to feel her skin brush mine as she did it for me. She gently gripped my hips and pulled them up with both hands, simultaneously using the heel of her shoe to push my feet apart to a distance she was happy with. When I was appropriately vulnerable looking she moved towards her locked filing cabinet in the corner of the room. She used the key on her bracelet to unlock the top drawer.
“Cable ties. Very handy, don’t you think?” she had a sadistic look in her eyes as she began to bind them around my wrists . They were long enough to secure my hands and feet tightly to her desk. I tugged a little to see how much movement I had, but she had ensured that the allowance for that was fairly minimal. She placed the lines I had written in front of me.“Read these aloud. No pausing. Start now.” I began to recite my written apologies as Mistress opened her desk drawer and pulled out a thin wooden ruler. She ran it down my spine, circling patterns lightly across my back. She dragged it down the backs of my thighs, occasionally tapping along my skin to create a mild stinging sensation. I liked this. It aroused me greatly, and it made me equally as nervous. I tried my hardest not to get distracted, not to anticipate when the first hit will come, just to read and keep reading. She placed her hand on the bottom of my back, and I took this as a signal so I braced myself. I heard the crack of the impact before I felt it, there was a moment where it didn't register with me fully, until I suddenly felt the intense sting across the most tender part of the back of my thigh. I felt my entire body tense up, and of course, stopped reading to whimper.
“No pausing Luna, keep going. Don’t be weak girl” and with that I took another sharp hit on the other thigh, and I was no better prepared for it.
“Keep reading. You’re going to read every one of those lines and for each one you will take a good hard smack. Until I think it’s all sunk in.”
She cut me loose from the desk and instructed me not to move.
“Keep your hands in front of you. I want that stinging to be all you can think about. Now go and stand in the corner for a minute and mull over what just happened.” Time spent in the corner was hard for me. I liked to watch her, study her, and being unable to do so made me very unhappy. I would take a spanking over it any day.“Luna, come here” I turned around to face Mistress, who was perched on the corner of her desk. She beckoned me towards her.
“What did you learn?”
“To listen Mistress. To have more respect. I'm sorry Mistress I hate letting you down.” I looked up at her, to try and judge a reaction. I saw a hint of anger flicker across her face.
“Don’t look at me. No eye contact.” I quickly averted my eyes to the ground. “We will see won’t we. Now come and sit here where I am” she switched places with me so I was sitting on her desk. Her hand wound it’s way around my neck and she harshly forced me backwards so I was lying down.
“Beautiful. Now Mistress can play.” from her voice I knew she would have that wonderfully devilish smirk on her face, the temptation to look at her was almost overpowering. She traced her fingers down my body, so softly that I squirmed under her touch. I felt a sharp, sudden pain to my nipples. Unmistakeably the feeling of clamps tightened to a level beyond what she knew I was comfortable with. She anticipated my resistances before they could leave my mouth.
"Ssssshhh. No whining today. Let Mistress play and you might redeem yourself slightly.” I bit my bottom lip and remained silent. “That’s a good girl” my silence was rewarded by a sharp twist on the clamp chain that made my back arch in pain, but I was soon writhing under her touch. I was mentally blindfolded, my senses heightened. I relished in her attention so these moments were sacred. I drew in every moment that she spent on my body, every touch, every scratch, every pinch. How she moved around me like a lioness stalking it’s prey. I was distracted enough not to initially hear the low hum of Mistress’ favourite vibrator.
“You have been bad Luna, you know this. But I do enjoy watching you squirm as you desperately try and control yourself.” she pressed the tip of the vibrator firmly and directly aganist my clit and I let out a cry of pure pleasure. She teased me until my body was aching. Tapping it lighting against me, moving it to just inside of me, holding it firmly in place until I was on the verge of an orgasm and taking it away just in time. I was her puppet, she worked me into a sexual frenzy. I met her eyes in a plea for her to let me cum. Before I knew it she had turned me over slightly, enough to expose my ass to her tirade of hard brutal slaps. Her hand hurt me more than anything else ever could.
“No. Eye. Contact. You were warned.” She turned me back over and struck me round the face. “Behave.” She returned the vibrator to my clit, the beautiful sting from my recent punishment creating a surge of electricity through my body. I began to squirm as I came closer and closer to orgasm. She locked her hand round my leg to hold me in place, and relentlessly upped the speed.
“Can I cum please Mistress?” I pleaded. She chuckled.
“Yes, Luna.” She responded to me just in time, as it hit me hard, and waves of pleasure rippled their way through my body.
“ Now get dressed and get out of my sight.”
< Message edited by LunaBlu3 -- 6/10/2014 3:47:21 PM >
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