A date!

Lilly

“That has now earned you five more strokes.” He says in a calm voice. His hand slowly strokes the area he just slapped. “Which makes it thirty four left.”

“No. Please Mr. Storm. I’m sorry. I won't curse again.” I beg him. I do not want five more of that. He never answers. Instead he slaps me again and again and again. I cry out and beg him to stop, but never curse. My tears are flowing from my eyes as the pain from his spanking registers in my brain. But there is not only pain. With horror I feel my sex overflow with slickness as arousal tingels through my body.

After I don’t know how many slaps, he pauses. “Do you remember the safeword?”

No, I do not. At least not while he was beating the crap out of my bottom. But now I remember. “Yes, sir.”

“What color are you?”

“Yellow, sir.” He doesn’t say anything and just caresses my stinging bottom for a few minutes.

“Are you ready for the last twenty four strokes?” He asks when I have caught my breath. Twenty four left! I groan but answer him.

“Yes, sir.” He wastes no time and goes right back to slapping me. The pain is intense but somehow bearable. I do not scream this time around but at the end I beg for mercy. This time I remember the safeword and it calms me somewhat, I know I have the power to stop this. But for some strange reason I don't.

Eventually he stops and I sob tears of pain and shame into the couch. “You did good.” There is a feeling of pride filling my chest at his appraisal. “You took your punishment like a good girl.” I feel like he’s lying about that though. I screamed and begged him to stop, to be done, how can that be taking it like a good girl? His hand gently rubs my burning globes to soothe the pain and it sends shameful tingles to my pussy that begs for the same treatment. Then his hand slowly dips down, inbetween my thighs and runs along the slith of my sex. A deep moan leaves my mouth before I have time to stop it.

“It seems that you liked your punishment. Do you think you should get a reward for taking your punishment like a good girl?” His deep voice rumbles from deep in his throat and another moan escapes me. His fingers on my pussy are so light, almost nonexistent, and I arch my back to give him more access. “Do you want a reward?” He asks me again when I don’t answer him. His fingers press a little harder against my swollen clit.

“Yes, sir. Please, sir.” I moan out. 

“Do you remember your safeword?”

“Yes, sir!” Why does he ask this when he should focus on my pussy?

“What color are you?” He’s giving me a way out of this.

“Green, sir.” His fingers start to rub my clit in circular motions. “Aaah. Yes. Just like that.” I moan out as I feel the pressure low in my stomach build up. “Please Mr. Storm. I need more.” I beg him.

“You do not come until I give you permission. I want you to tell me when you’re getting close.” He rumbles.

“Yes sir.” He slowly presses his thumb into my opening and within a few moments he finds my G-spot. His fingers are still circulating my clit and my orgasm closes in faster that ever. “Now sir. I’m close. Please can I come?” I beg him

“Yes. You may come.” Those words have me flying over the edge and the most intense orgasm I have ever had has my body shaking. He keeps rubbing me, dragging out my orgasm until it slowly ebbs out. I take a deep shaking breath and feel my whole body relax. “Beautiful.” I hear him murmur.

His hands leave my body and I feel him slowly pull my panties and pantyhoes up to cover me once again. Then he unties my hands. He helps me up from my position and supports my weight as he leads me around the couch. He lays me down and covers my body with a blanket. “Rest.” He says as he strokes my cheek and gives my head a light kiss and then leaves me. It is not hard to follow his command and soon I fall asleep.

***

Mr. Storm woke me up after half an hour. My whole body feels relaxed and I feel ready to meet the rest of the day. “How are you feeling?” He asks, concern lining his voice as his blue eyes search my face.

“I feel fine, sir.” I break eye contact and look down at my lap with cheeks burning from embarrassment. He firmly grips my chin and tilts my head back so that I’ll look at him.

“That is good.” He says in a soft voice and his usually cold blue eyes are shining with an unfamiliar warmth. But just as quickly as it was there it is gone and replaced with a stern tone and hard face. “The next time you make a mistake, you will get punished. You will get five strokes of my hand. More if the mistake is severe. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir.” I squeak out. He looks into my eyes for a long time, face still impassive. Then he lets go of my chin and straightens up.

“It is lunchtime. So you better hurry to the deli before all the subs are out.” He says and then returns to his desk. Ok!? So all that and then back to normal. I shake my head and stand up. The cold air of the room hits my legs and butt reminding me that I am not wearing my skirt. I quickly sit down again and throw a glance over my shoulder to see if Mr. Storm is watching me. He’s focused on his computer screen. I put on my skirt and stand to leave the room.

“You can use my private bathroom to freshen up.” Mr. Storm says. I glance at him again but his eyes are still on his work.

“Thank you, sir.” I say and go to the bathroom. Looking in the mirror I am happy I didn’t immediately leave his office. My mascara is smeared down my cheeks from my tears and my blond hair is tousled. A knock on the door has me jerking. I peek out and Mr. Storm stands outside with my purse in his hands.

“If you have anything in here that you need to freshen up.” He says.

“Thank you, sir.” I take my purse. I might not have that much make-up in it but at least I have a few wet wipes I can use to clean my face. When I look presentable I hurry out of the building to fetch lunch for me and Mr. Storm.

There is a deli on the corner where I usually buy lunch, since I always fetch lunch for Mr. Storm there. The line is longer than I am used to, but usually I come earlier to stay out of the rush. When it’s finally my turn I meet the smiling face of Nate. He’s a cute, typical boy-next-door with a little to long brown hair and light brown eyes.

“Hey there. I thought you were going to ditch me today.” He says with a wink and I feel my cheeks redden with a blush. 

“I got hold up at the office.” I say as I look at him through my lashes and bite my lip. Nate and I have been flirting since I started at Storm Inc. 

“The usual?” He asks and I nod. He collects the subs I usually get and then prepares an ice coffee for me. “You look different today. It’s like you’re shining. Has something good happened?” I blush as I think of what happened with Mr. Storm. I do not know if I would call it good but at least I feel relaxed and focused after.

“Maybe.” I say shyly as I flirt with him. He gives me a cocky smile.

“Hey. I was wondering if you would like to go out for a drink?”

“Yes. That would be wonderful.” I say and give him a radiant smile as I accept the food from his outstretched hands.

“Great. How's friday? I get off at six. Maybe we can meet outside here?” He says and accepts the money I give him.

“Yes. I usually get off at five thirty so that would be perfect.” I smile at him. “I’ll see you tomorrow?” 

“I'll be here with your lunch.” He gives me a wink and I leave the deli. A date! With Nate! Who would have thought my luck? I know he flirts with a lot of customers and I never thought he would actually ask me out. I feel giddy all the way up to the office and I hardly notice the scowl on Mr. Storm's face when he points out the time.

The rest of the day goes by without my usual disasters. Mr. Storm seems to be in a particularly good mood as well but that might be because I don’t pour any coffee on either him or his desk.