Her eyes were nervous and her hand shook a little bit when I mentioned punishment. Seeing her bare and naked had been my undoing, and now there was nothing I could do but swallow hard and shake my head at her question. She wanted to know what I meant by punishment.
“Give me your hands.”
She was not quick to respond. I urged her over to the counter of the kitchen. I opened the small refrigerator, looked through the shelves on the door, and found some Dijon mustard. She was shocked when I put a little dot on each of her palms. I put the jar back and turned around to meet the questioning look in her eyes.
“Now bend over, Nicola, and make sure that you don’t mess up the dots. None of it should get on the counter, do you understand?”
Nicola nodded and turned around like I’d told her to. I waited to see what she did with her hands. I could see the care that she used to make sure that she abided by the rules. I liked that fact more than the roundness of her backside as she leaned down. I was going to have fun with the punishment. I almost hoped that she would break the rules so that I could punish her some more. To see Nicola in such a submissive position was working on my brain, and I couldn’t help the naughty thoughts that were going through my head.
My hand moved to the curve of her ass and I felt her jerk at the touch. She wasn’t sure what I was going to do, and more than that, she didn’t know how far it was going to go. While I wanted all of her, I knew that wasn’t right for right now. I was supposed to be punishing her for her disobedience, so losing what little control I had left didn’t seem like a wise choice.
She trembled as my hand made its way to cup her fully in my palm. I heard her moan and her hips moved upwards to give me a better grip. She wanted it as much as I did, and it made me change my mind on the method of punishment that I would give her. It wasn’t a spanking that she needed, but to get what she wanted and then to have it taken away.
My other hand moved to her waist and I pulled her against me hard. Nicola scrambled to find a grip and then her hips just pushed back against me. It was hard to deny how badly she wanted it. I wanted it just as badly, and I had to move away and stop grinding on her because I wasn’t going to be able to stop once I really got started.
Moving down to cup her ass and to give us a little space in between our bodies, I started to pull the bottom of her skirt up the back of her thighs. I could feel the goose bumps shooting across her skin, and I couldn’t help but move a little faster. When I could clearly see all of her I dragged my short nails across the skin and down her backside. She jerked underneath me, and I checked her palms to see that they were still high above the counter. If she broke the rules, I could take her. I wanted her to fail so badly.
I smacked her cheek a couple of times, very lightly. I wasn’t trying to spank her; I was just interested in the way her ass jiggled every time I slapped it. It was mesmerizing, and I was finding it hard to stop myself. When I finally did stop, she was panting slightly. The sound was driving me mad.
“Are you wet, Nicola?”
I knew she was; I could see a small line of fluid dripping down her inner thigh. Before I could stop myself, I was opening her legs more and moving down to my knees behind her. From that angle I could see all of her. Just a slight breath made her quiver. My tongue moved forward and tasted her before I could do anything else. I could still taste her on my tongue and the new taste was just as sweet.
Nicola started to moan, and it was enough to remind me that she was supposed to be getting punished. She wasn’t there to be pleasured. Standing up, I rubbed her some more and watched her body tense as I listened to her whimpers of pleasure. She was getting close, I could tell by the renewed flow of need down her leg. She was practically gyrating where she was bent over, and I was lost in the moment.
Watching her hands and fingers curl, I stopped suddenly and watched her body slump down from the lack of touch. It was several moments before she looked back at me with those dark eyes. I could see the need in them. She was on edge, and I was surprised that she hadn’t already begged me for more. Her whimper was hard to deal with, though. I closed my eyes to the sound.
Rock-hard in my pants, I had to adjust myself before I left the kitchen with instructions for her not to touch herself. “If you would like me to finish you off, I want you to go home at lunch and wear what I bought for you. I don’t take kindly to your disobedience, Nicola. But you did well with your hands – not a mark smeared.” The last bit didn’t really make me very happy at all.
She didn’t say much of anything. I could see her trying to come to grips with the fact that I was not going to touch her anymore. I heard the same whine as before, but it was a little louder. She wanted me to know that she was disappointed, and I couldn’t deny how much I liked the pouty look on her mouth. Not once did she argue, and by the time I left, there was nothing that I wanted to do more than go back in there and give her what her dark eyes begged me for. How could I say no to such a face?
My will was stronger than my desire, though, and I moved into the hallway and then to the elevator. There was no one in it when I got there, but Connie seemed to appear out of nowhere. She had a look on her face that was hard to fathom, but I had a feeling I was going to get a tongue lashing from her. I had apparently done something that she didn’t approve of. I thought of the wet chef down the corridor and I had to smile to myself. I was sure that if she knew about that, I would never hear the end of it.
“Good morning, Connie.”
“Good morning, sir. Did you go get your breakfast already?”
There was something in the way that she said it that made me take a second look at her. Did she know? If she did she wasn’t letting on, but there was obviously something that was bothering her.
“Yeah, I just got something made real quick.”
“It’s strange to see you so interested in breakfast, Jerold. I don’t think you’ve eaten it but three times in all of the years that I’ve worked for you.”
She was probably right, but there was more to it than that. The reason was clear to me, and I was sure it wasn’t lost on her either. I didn’t know how to respond to her skeptical tone. I was saved by the elevator beeping to let us know that we had arrived.
“Well, my doctor told me that I need to start taking better care of myself. You know what they say about it being the most important meal of the day.”
I walked towards my office, but it was apparent that I wasn’t going to get away from her that easily.
“I just think you should be more careful how you’re projecting yourself. The rest of the employees can see it, and it’s going to create all kinds of problems.”
Opening the door to the office, I looked back at her once I was seated. Connie was standing there gripping some documents in her hand. She was the very definition of uptight. Her blonde hair was severely cut at the chin and the look on her face made it hard to see her as a woman. The clothes that she wore could have easily been for a child. She was short and so waif-thin. Even though she was so tiny, she was kind of scary, and I wanted to put her mind at ease about breakfast and the insinuations she was making about Nicola. They were right, but I didn’t want her even getting a hint of that. The last thing I needed was an argument with Connie about Nicola.
“It’s not like that, Connie. Really. When have you known me to go over the line with any of my employees? You know that’s one of my rules.”
She didn’t seem all that convinced.