“Hey Patrick” I said with a mischievous grin on my face.
He slowly looked up from his book with an annoyed look on his face , “What was that Princess?” I tried to keep a straight face, but I let out a slight giggle. “I said ‘Hey Patrick’” Without losing eye contact with me, he closed his book and set it on the table next to him. “That’s what I thought you said. Come here, now!” He pointed to the floor in front of him. Slowly I stood up and walked over to him smiling playfully the entire time. I kneeled on the floor in front of him and gave him my most innocent face. “What’s up Patrick? Did I do something wrong?” “Princess, what is my name?” He was looking into my eyes with such annoyance. “It’s Patrick,” I said playfully twisting my hair. He unbuttoned his belt and slowly slid it out from its loopholes. My heart started racing and I could feel the excitement rushing to my pussy making it wet with the thought of him using the belt on me. “That's true, but what is it you call me?” I pretended to think for a moment, biting my lip and tapping my finger on my chin. “Princess!” His voice was stern and he was tapping his belt on his thigh. “Well, I call you Sir. But your name is Patrick.” “It’s not often you’re in a bratty mood. What is it you want, Gabriella?” I giggled as I shifted my eyes to the belt then back to his. A mischievous smile slowly appeared on his face. “You want a good spanking, huh?” “It seems I’ve been a bad girl and I think that’s a fitting punishment.” He motioned for me to stand up, as I did he told me to turn around. I was giddy with arousal and I couldn’t wait for what I thought was coming next. “Go into the study and sit at my desk, I’ll be with you in a minute.” Confused, I slowly did as I was told. Maybe we were going to role play. I just imagined him coming in bending me over his desk then feeling the cold slaps of his leather belt on my ass. While I waited I slipped my panties off and put them in his desk drawer in preparation for my spanking, but also as a special treat for him later. Patrick appeared in the doorway with a smirk on his face that said he was about to enjoy what he was going to do to me. “Princess, take out a writing pad and pen” My eyes widened and my heart sank. Not lines, anything but lines! I rolled my eyes and scoffed as I got the paper and pen. “Lose the attitude, you have no one to blame but yourself.” He walked toward me taking a position behind me so he could see what I was writing. “I want you to write down what I say…” “Yes Sir,” I said in a bored tone “Now I’m Sir again, what happened to Patrick?” He laughed I glanced back at him, giving him a dirty look. “Just tell me what to write” He grabbed my chin and gently pulled my head back until I was looking up at him, “Princess I don’t mind you being sassy or bratty once in a while, but this attitude is certainly not the way to get what you want.” He released my chin and I looked down at the paper with the pen ready. “Sir, what would you like me to write?” “I’m here, you’re there, we’re all going to be there soon.” It didn’t make sense to me, but I wrote it down without argument. As soon as I finished the first line I felt his hand squeeze my shoulder. “That’s not right Princess” I looked at my paper then up at him, “that is what you told me to write, Sir” He chuckled and I rolled my eyes again. “It’s not right. Write down what I say.” “Okay…” “I’m here, you’re there, we’re all going to be there soon.” I threw the pen down, “that’s exactly what I wrote!” His hand squeezed my shoulder tighter, “mind your tone and listen to me. Pick the pen back up and write this down.” He cleared his throat as I picked the pen back up. “I’m here I-‘-m h-e-a-r” “But that’s not how it’s spelled, at least not the way you’re using it” “Princess quit arguing and listen” I wrote down what he told me and it hurt my grammar OCD. “Good now write you’re there y-o-u-r t-h-e-y-‘-r-e” I shuddered at all the grammatical errors. “I’m sorry Sir, but you know how much of a grammar perfectionist I am.” He chuckled “yes Princess, I do know. Now write” I struggled to write it the way he wanted me to spell it. Then came the final part. “We’re all going to be there soon. W-e-r-e No apostrophe, a-w-l going spelled normally t-w-o b-e-e t-h-e-i-r soon.” I let out a frustrated grunt as I wrote the rest of the sentence the way he wanted it written. “Very Good Princess, just 49 more to go” “But Sir!” I said looking at him with my good girl “I’m sorry” eyes. “You know I love that look,” he said, cradling my chin in his hand, “but it’s not going to save you from writing your lines. You better hurry up you only have 15 minutes” Patrick walked out of the room and for the next five minutes I contemplated my decisions that led me to that point, and tried to talk myself into just powering through it and getting it done as quickly as possible. When the 15 minutes were up Patrick appeared in the doorway again, “pen down, time is up”. I looked at him pouting my face. “You’re so cute when you’re angry” he laughed I softened my expression and looked down at my hands “I’m sorry Sir, I truly am” He sat in the chair across from me placing one leg over the other. “I know you try so hard to be a good girl for me. I know that you’ve been very good, But I have to say your behavior tonight was surprising.” There was a tinge of disappointment in his voice. The words hurt me and I felt my heart sink a little as tears built up in my eyes. “I’m sorry Sir” was all I could get out. “Look at me Princess” I looked up at him trying to hold back my tears. “I’m surprised because I’m glad you finally feel comfortable enough with me that you can let that playful sassy side of you out. I knew one day it would, I just didn’t know when or how it would come about.” “So, you aren’t mad at me?” I asked, wiping my eyes. “Of course I’m not mad at you. But can you do me a favor? The next time you want a specific punishment, will you just ask?” I nodded my head and gave a slight smile. “Yes Sir” “Also, don’t be afraid to be sassy, it looks good on you.” He said with a wink. I smiled bigger “yes Pat—-er Sir” “Now make your way into the room and get on all fours on the bed. Someone needs a good spanking”
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Half asleep, I felt his weight on the bed as he laid down next to me. He had come home later than usual because of a big project he was working on for his boss and I knew he needed to get his rest for his big presentation in the morning. I thought he would just lay down and try to get some sleep so I rolled on my side facing the window and pulled the covers over my shoulder.
Once he got comfortable he pressed himself up against my back and held me tight softly whispering in my ear, “I had the most stressful day, Princess.” “I’m sorry to hear that Sir,” I rubbed his arm he had tucked around my waist as he started kissing my neck. “All I could think about today was you and that wonderful pussy of mine.” I moaned softly as he started rubbing my breasts, “You’ve been a good girl for me today, haven’t you?” I nodded my head as I moaned a little louder. I felt his hardness pressed against my back and the wetness growing between my legs. As he started pinching and massaging my nipples I moaned louder while whispering under my breath, “Yes Sir.” “That’s my girl,” one of his hands trailed its way down to my pussy as the other continued playing with my nipple. Slowly he stuck one finger inside my lips and felt how turned on I was. “I think you need a good fucking, what do you think Princess?” “Yes Sir,” I said looking back at him. I saw a smirk cross his face, “Then ask me for it.” “Sir, please will you fuck me. I need you to fuck me.” His finger slipped its way inside my tight entrance and I gasped with excitement. “I’ve really thought about nothing else but this tight pussy of mine all day, and now I’m going to make sure you know that.” I felt his finger slip out of me and the head of his hard cock enter me from behind, sending shivers all over my body. “Oh my god Sir!” I shouted as he plunged into me. He started moving in and out of me and with every thrust I could feel all his stress, all his tensions coming undone. “That’s my Princess,” he grunted through his teeth, “my sweet, tight, Princess” I moaned as loud as I could and quickly found his hand covering my mouth. “You’re being awfully loud, just enjoy my cock reminding you that you are all mine, every inch of you!” His other hand made it’s way to my clit and he began rubbing it as he fucked me harder. The sound of his grunts and my muffled moans filled the room. “I want to feel you cum on my cock, can you do that for me?” I nodded my head as I felt him fucking me harder and rubbing my clit vigorously. I was on the edge of cumming when he started making his deep “I’m going to cum” grunts which turned me on even more. I felt myself tighten around him and I exploded in a flurry of muffled moans and grunt before he too came inside me. His body relaxed but he lingered inside me, his hand still on my mouth. “Now listen to me very carefully Princess, I’m only going to say this once, this pussy, this mouth, these breasts and everything on this bed right now belongs to me. If I have to cum inside you every night to make that point I will. Do you understand?” I nodded my head, smiling as he slowly pulled himself out of me and removed his hand from my mouth. “Thank you for the reminder, Sir.” I turned over to face him as he laid on his back. He let out a huge sigh of relief and pulled me close to lay my head on his chest. “That’s all I can do for tonight my sweet Princess, but trust me there’s more fun to come tomorrow.” I giggled as he ran his hand through my hair, “Thank you for that, Sir. I hope it helped your stress level.” I glanced up at him and saw his smile illuminated by the street light outside the window, “It helped more than you know my dear.” Patrick walked me back to my office after we finished eating lunch. It was normal for him to walk me up to the door of the building, but today he walked in with me and escorted me all the way into my office where he shut the door behind us.
I turned around and saw a sly smirk on his face, and I had a pretty good idea what he was thinking. "Now Sir, we don't do that here," I giggled as I walked behind my desk to sit down. "Don't sit down yet!" His command made me smirk this time. "Come to the front of your desk Princess." I sauntered over to the front of my desk, and leaned on the edge. I noticed his eyes had changed color, an indicator that he was very turned on. He walked over to me placing his hands on my shoulders looking me right in the eyes. "If it were up to me I'd take you home right now and do all the terrible things to you that you always beg me for." I bit my lip and started spreading my legs a little, letting him know I was very receptive to the idea. "However, you have work to do, and I believe you have a meeting with your boss." I flipped my mind from dirty slut to professional very quickly reminded that I was still at work. "You are correct Sir. But maybe I can get out early, reschedule my meeting." He moved his hands from my shoulders to my hips and leaned in to whisper in my ear. "Don't be a bad girl and skip out on work, that would take all the fun out of it." He backed away from me still smirking as if he had a joke I wasn't in on. He pulled a small bullet shaped object out of his pocket and licked his lips. "Do you know what this is Princess?" I laughed, "I looks like a small vibrator." "Looks can be very deceiving you know. Its a new toy I wanted to try on you. All you have to do is..." Looking around the room to make sure we were alone, he slipped his hand up my skirt and slid my panties to the side. I gasped and blushed hoping no one would walk in on us, but I was also getting wet at the idea. I felt him part my lips and I heard him slightly moan at the wetness that awaited him, "push it inside you and hold it there." He slowly removed his hands from my skirt and licked his finger that had been inside me. "So...it's like a ben wa ball?" I asked trying to gain my composure. "Sure Princess, that's a good way to explain it. But now listen to me very, very carefully. You are not to remove that, if you do I will know and trust me you won't like the punishment I have for you if that happens. Do I make myself clear?" I swallowed hard and slowly nodded my head. He took out his phone and smiled, "it looks like I need to go, remember Gabriella, don't you dare touch it!" I knew not to mess with him when he used my name. "I promise I won't touch it Sir, it will still be there when I get home tonight." He brushed some hair out of my face and kissed my forehead, "That's my good girl!" He smiled at me one last time before he walked out of my office leaving the door open. As I stood up I realized there wasn't any chance of ignoring the bullet inside me, or the wetness that was growing in my panties. Every step I took to sit behind my desk felt very pleasurable and I was sure I was going to cum. Luckily I was able to stay at my desk for a good part of the afternoon. Slowly 3:30 rolled around and it was time for my meeting with my boss. As I got up to walk to his office I felt the bullet hitting me in the right place. There was no way I could walk to his office without getting an orgasm. "I have to take it out," I thought as I contemplated how I would get down the hallway. Then I remembered how serious Patrick was and the fact that he called me by my name and not "Princess". I took a deep breath and centered myself as I walked slowly to my bosses office. Feeling the heat rise in my body, knowing I was on the edge of orgasm, I had to stop a few times to compose myself. Finally I made it to my bosses office without incident, I had never been so happy to sit down in my life. I pulled out the budget reports to get the meeting started when I felt a slight buzz coming from inside me. It only lasted a second but it was long enough to make me pause. Chalking it up to me rubbing the chair or imagining it, I continued to present the reports to my boss. It wasn't too long until I felt another buzz, this time longer and more intense. I paused in shock. "Gabriella, are you okay?" I laughed nervously, "Yes Mr. Kline, I'm okay, I just thought I heard someone calling my name outside in the hallway." Another more intense buzz happened and I jumped out of my seat. "Oh my god, I thought I felt a bug on me," again I laughed nervously. I didn't understand what was going on, but I knew I definitely was not imagining it. Everything was calm for about five minutes, and I assumed whatever happened was maybe just a fluke like static electricity. Then I felt the buzzing start again low and slow. I swallowed hard as I felt the intensity slowly increasing, I closed my eyes as I finally realized what was happening. Patrick didn't give me a ben wa ball, he gave me a remote controlled vibrator! It all made sense about why he looked at his phone and smiled before he left my office. He wanted to make sure it was connected to his phone. I could just see him sitting at his office or maybe at home just playing with the app on his phone and laughing. He knew exactly when my meeting was with my boss, and he knew there was no way I'd let anything stop me from being professional. As the buzzing intensified once more, I could feel my heart racing, sweat rolling down the back of my neck, and my face growing red. Then he changed the pulse settings. I started cursing him out in my mind, while trying to focus on my reports. Mr. Kline looked up at me, "Gabriella, are you sure you're okay? You're awfully red and sweaty do I need to call someone?" I shook my head very quickly, "No Mr. Kline, I'm alright, I think it may have just been something I ate." The pulsating turned to a wave and I felt myself close to the edge. Taking deep breaths and trying to center myself I slipped and let out a slight moan. Mr. Kline looked at me again. "I'm sorry, it's just a little stomach cramp I'm sure." "Gabriella, I've never seen you like this, maybe you should go home. You don't look well at all." The vibrator stopped. "No, I'm okay." I let out a huge sigh, "Lets just quickly go over the last few pages and then I'll go home. I just really want to get this information presented to you before the board meeting next week." The rest of the presentation almost went off without a hitch, until the last page. Patrick started the vibrator again on the highest setting, then changed it to random pulses. Mr. Kline was giving me his feedback and I was trying so hard to focus, but the pleasure between my legs was slowly gaining ground. I felt the wetness seeping out of my panties onto my skirt and I hoped I wasn't going to leave any trace of it behind. The intensity built up in my body and all of a sudden I felt my pussy explode. Letting out a slight grunt I shifted in my seat, but Patrick wasn't turning it off. I dug my nails into the armrest of my chair and shifted again. "You know, Gabriella, you've been a trooper, I know you aren't feeling well and I appreciate all the work you've done." "Mmhmm," was all I could get out as I felt myself orgasm for a second time. "Here's what I'm going to do, I'll take this home over the weekend, make notes and email them to you, how does that sound?" I knew my face wasn't hiding the frustration I was feeling as I came for a third time, "That sounds great Mr. Kline" "You really are a great asset to this company, I don't know what we would do without out." "Thank you sir" I jumped up from my seat and ran to my office where I slammed the door behind me. Just in time, my legs were shaking and I could feel my wetness running down them. I collapsed on the floor and let myself get lost in another two orgasms, covering my mouth so no one would hear me. Finally Patrick decided he had enough and turned it off. I stared up at my office ceiling catching my breath and gathering my thoughts. Slowly I made my way to my desk, sat down and pulled out my phone to call Patrick. "Oh Hey Princess, how was your meeting? Anything interesting arise?" "You are SUCH an asshole!" He broke out into a fit of laughter, "Now Princess, is that any way to talk to me? What have I done?" The fact that he was acting so innocent made me more angry. "You know very well what you did! You could've gotten me fired!" He kept laughing and there was nothing I could do but wait for him to calm down. "You wouldn't have gotten fired because I know you. And I know that you are so very good at pretending everything is okay when you've got something going on between your legs. Remember that dinner party a while back?" "Patrick! This isn't funny!" "Tisk tisk tisk, you need to watch your tone! Remember I did say I would know if you removed it, and I'm so very delighted that you kept your promise to me. You are such a good girl! Tell me, how many times did you come for me?" "Five" I said giving in to his game. "Wow! Look at you Princess! That is amazing, I am so proud of you! What would you say if I gave you another five when you get home?" "If that's what you want to do to me Sir, I will gladly accept it." "That's not the only thing I'm going to do to you. I hope you've been drinking your water today, because I'm not going easy on you tonight." It had been days since I’d done anything other than sleep, lay in bed, or eat all the junk food in my house. I was tired of pretending that everything was okay, I was tired of acting to keep other people around me comfortable so they wouldn’t worry about me. Other than daily obligatory calls I needed to make to my family, I kept to myself waiting for this depressive feeling to pass.
One day as I was laying in bed, I zoned out just thinking about absolutely nothing, feeling absolutely nothing, when there was a knock at my door. Startled, I jumped out of bed and peered down the hallway to my front door, where I saw a tall figure standing outside my door. I turned to go back into my bedroom as I tried to ignore the door. “Shannon, it’s me Brent” I heard him shout from the other side of the door. I rolled my eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to psych myself up to answer the door. Slowly I walked towards the door practicing my best fake smile and telling myself I only needed to act for just a few minutes before I could go back to sulking in my room. Opening the door I saw his smiling face and him holding a bag of food from my favorite restaurant. I smiled a big fake smile and welcomed him into my home. “I haven’t heard from you in a few days and you haven’t returned any of my calls or texts. I just wanted to pop by with some food to see if you’re alright.” He said taking off his coat. “I’m perfectly fine, I’ve just been busy,” I lied smiling and acting like the happy Shannon everyone expected. He looked me up and down, smiled, and made his way into my kitchen. I followed him as he got some plates, silverware, and napkins. He stopped for a moment to look at some of the empty boxes and wrappers I had left on the counter and dirty dishes I had left in the sink. He turned to look at me as he took the food out of the bag, “Are you sure you’re okay?” Again I smiled my biggest fake smile and nodded my head. Inside I honestly wanted to ask him to just leave, to let me go back to my bedroom, slip under my blankets and lay in bed until I felt “human” again. He set the plates of food down on the table and pulled out the chair for me. “What do you want to drink?” I shook my head and looked down at the food. He went to my favorite Chinese place and got me sesame chicken with fried rice and crab cheese wontons. Just before he sat down across from me, he set a glass of ice water next to my plate. “Just in case you get thirsty.” I slightly giggled in a way that thanked him. I picked up a fork and started pushing the food around my plate. It was my favorite, but it didn’t seem appetizing at the moment. Brent started shoving food in his face and smiled at me. “You should eat before it gets cold.” I gave a half hearted smile and took a bite of chicken, and went back to focusing on my food. “Shannon, I know you’re not okay. Talk to me, what’s going on with you?” I smiled and shook my head, “I don’t know what you’re talking about, see I’m smiling, I’m okay.” Brent cleared his throat and set down his silverware. “I know you’re not okay, you can stop pretending.” I closed my eyes and deeply inhaled. As I slowly let it out I felt Brent touching my hand, “Seriously you can talk to me.” “I’m just going through some stuff right now, it’s nothing you need to concern yourself with. I’ll be okay in a few days. Besides if I talked to you it would just be me complaining, and that's not something I would subject you to.” I pulled my hand away from his and folded my arms to hold myself. My anxiety was shooting through the roof, and I didn’t want to be asked anymore questions, or say anything else. “Shannon, it’s not complaining, everyone needs to vent once in a while.” “It’s just not a good time of year for me. I hate the holidays, I’ve spent them alone ever since my parents died. I’m going through some medical stuff, and I’m having issues with an ex boyfriend. See just thingsI need to deal with on my own.`` An awkward silence grew between us causing my anxiousness to grow. I was on the verge of asking him to leave when his voice, soothing and calm, broke the silence. “I’m always here for you to talk to about your parents, and your medical issues. I don’t know what advice I can give you on your past relationships, but I am here.” “Thank you, Brent. I’ll keep that in mind.” I instantly regretted the comment, it came out cold and distant as if I didn’t appreciate his offer. The truth was, I appreciated it more than I could’ve ever expressed, but the thought crossed my mind that he was just being nice. I was raised to believe that no one really cared about my problems, and it’s always better for me to listen to others than to burden them with my feelings or issues. Maybe it was selfish of me or maybe it was due to opening up to the wrong people in the past, but I secretly wished Brent would see past whatever wall I was hiding behind and push me to open up. I wanted him to reassure me, to help me feel safe in talking about my feelings with him. However, I knew this is how I pushed people away, and I feared Brent would see it as others had, me being stubborn, frustrating and closed off. “You can trust and confide in me Shannon, I’m just a guy. No ulterior motives, no tricks, no judgement. Please talk to me.” “It’s just that… I mean I feel like…” I couldn’t find the words to start a meaningful conversation as I fought back tears in my eyes. “I’m really not your responsibility. And I’m sorry I don’t mean to come off as cold or ungrateful for your offer. I’m just used to dealing with everything on my own.” I felt a tear roll down my cheek followed by a flood of tears. Brent moved to the chair next to me and took me in his arms holding me close to his chest. After the year I had, feeling more alone than ever, and feeling tired of being strong, this one simple act made me feel safe, even if it was temporary. As my tears stained his shirt, I felt months, maybe years of pent up emotions escaping and my tense body relaxing into him. After a few minutes I pulled away from him, wiping my eyes and blowing my nose with the napkin on the table. Brent didn’t say anything, he just stood up from the table and walked out of the kitchen. I felt a pain in my heart thinking I’d pushed him away. Then I heard my shower turn on. He came back into the kitchen holding my robe and a towel and led me into the bathroom. The shower was warm and I quickly realized the thought of taking a shower hadn’t crossed my mind for a few days. “Take a nice long shower it’ll make you feel better.” He turned and shut the door behind him. As soon as the water hit my face I forgot about everything else. The warm water felt so welcoming, so comforting, and I hadn’t a care in the world. To make it even better I used my expensive rose scented shampoo, and a vanilla body wash, which instantly filled the bathroom with their wonderful aromas. When I finished my shower, I dried myself off, put on my robe and walked towards my kitchen. I wasn’t sure if Brent was still there, or if he had quietly slipped out while I was occupied. Stepping into the kitchen I saw him putting dishes in the dishwasher and wiping down the counter. “Thank you for doing that,” I said in a quiet voice. He turned around and smiled at me, “How was your shower?” I smiled a genuine smile and nodded my head indicating that it was good. Brent walked over to me with a glass of water and motioned for me to step back into the hall. He led me to my bedroom and sat me on my bed. “You need to drink this, it’ll help you avoid the headache caused by crying.” I did as he said, feeling the cold water make its way down my throat into, what I was just realizing, my empty stomach. He smiled at me taking the glass from my hand and setting it on my nightstand. “Now lay down,” he said pulling my blankets up so I could get under them. I snuggled into my bed and pulled the covers up to my neck. Brent went to the other side of the bed and laid down next to me, once again holding me in his arms. I felt tears starting to build up in my eyes again, and wiped them on the sleeve of my robe. “You didn’t have to do any of this, but thank you. I’m usually the one who takes care of other people, not the one who is taken care of.” “I know, but you don’t have to do everything on your own. Like I said I’m here for you.” I melted into his arms and for the first time in a long time I quickly fell asleep, feeling safe. |