She’s at work and her private cell phone rings. She answers “Hi my Love. How’s your day?” He says half laughing “Well it was going along quite well until I tried to get dressed for my afternoon meeting and found what you did to my slacks”. Her stomach instantly tightened. “You know what this means…”

Her throat instantly constricted…partially from a primal sense of fear, partially from excitement. She tries to speak, but no sound comes out. He says “Hello? Are you still there? Tell me you understand.” She finally manages a reply “Yes…I understand.” His voice is almost hissing as he utters in a low tone “Pardon me?” Quickly she corrects herself…”Yes, Sir. I understand” Cheerfully and knowingly he tells her “I’ll see you this evening. I Love you. Have a good rest of your day.” She hears him end the call and he’s gone. No more to say.

Her face flushes as she puts away the phone. This is a game they play. Did she mean to choose it this time? She had accidentally scooped up those navy dress slacks when she did the laundry and washed the dry clean only pants along with the jeans. All she had to do was tell him — hey, I messed up and ruined your slacks — he would have said it was no big deal. But she didn’t. She could have even replaced them and then just mentioned she ruined them and replaced them. No harm — no foul. But she didn’t.

Just this morning they had made the sweetest Love…gentle and sensual. He knew every crevice of her body like it was his own. They both enjoy the game…did she just forget, or did she mean to build it this time? Her stomach gripped again in anticipation, fear and lust. Pull yourself together she thinks. You have a meeting. Smooth your skirt, stand up straight, do your job she tells herself…you have a client waiting.

Forgetting for a while her fate, focused on her contract negation, she carries on until she hears the vibration in her briefcase of her phone. A reminder buzz of a missed text. Wrapping up the meeting, she excuses herself from the conference room to return to her office.

Picking up her phone, she reads the text “Take off your panties. I want the brushing of your clothes again your nakedness to remind you all day of what is come.” Her breath sucks in for a moment uncontrollably. The tightening in her stomach back again…her back arching out of control for a second. Her co-worker walking by the office door stops “Are you okay? Your cheeks are kind of red. Are you feeling alright?” “I’m fine — I think my office is a little warm today.”, She says. They spend a few moments exchanging pleasantries, but she can not focus. She feels almost dizzy.

Off and on for the remainder of the day she feels it – waves of dizzy anticipation. It’s all part of the game. He feels it too — knowing what this is doing to her. He delights in his power to make her break focus. The bulge in his pants growing every time he thinks of it. She wonders what he has planned, unable to control the ever-present wetness it creates between her legs. Here she is the boss. In charge and highly competent. Tonight, she will relinquish her power again because there he is the one in charge in the game. She wishes she could just call it a day, the anticipation is killing her, but she can not. Somehow she manages to make it through the rest of the day and it’s with a mix of relief and dread mixed with lust she sees it’s 5:30. Time to go.

Driving home she can not think straight but manages to keep composure telling herself she is fine. Perhaps he’s even forgotten. Maybe they will just have a nice dinner and a glass of wine…slow dance in their living room to sexy music and laugh with each other as they shed their clothes for playful cuddling and restful sleep.

As she rolls into the driveway, she notices his car is not there. Hmmm…wonder where he is, she thinks. Strolling toward the kitchen, she puts her briefcase and handbag down and slips off her shoes. Everything tidy and welcoming…the maid has come. Good no need to clean up the house tonight. She heads to kitchen, smelling some lovely concoction in the oven. There is a bottle of wine on the counter with a note. “Have a glass of wine and set the table for us. I had to run an errand. Dinner is in the oven and will be done soon.”

How nice…don’t even have to cook tonight she thinks to herself. She puts on some nice background music and lets the tang of the wine tingle for a second in her mouth before swallowing it. Relaxing a bit…maybe he has forgotten.

She hears him coming in from the garage, which causes a small tensing in her spine…he pauses drinking her in. She loves they way he looks at her, it almost makes her feel like she’s naked when she’s fully clothed. As he approaches to kiss her, she sees a flicker in his eye…a playful, mischievous flicker. The intensity of his kiss tells her…no he did not forget. They both pretend nothing is going on that it’s just another ordinary day. Distribute details of the day and have their dinner…except she really can not focus on the food and really can not eat much…her stomach doing little flip flops and the space between her legs growing warm and wet.

As she is clearing away the last dish from dinner, he takes hold of her wrist. She puts the dish down and looks into his eyes. Getting up and gently pulling her by the wrist, he moves toward the couch. Sitting down and pulling her with him, he pulls her over his lap. Still wearing her what she wondered was fairly clever looking company outfit of a collared shirt and body-hugging skirt, she wasn’t quite prepared yet and a little surprised. Caressing her backside ever so softly on top of her skirt, he asks her why she didn’t tell him about the slacks. Her throat, feeling constricted and her body slightly shuddering making her feel dizzy again, she mumbles “I meant to. I forgot is all.” He smacks down on her bottom with a firm hand making her face flush and her breath stop. “I’m sorry” she says. He replies with “I know… but this is the way we deal with it.” Nine more firm smacks land on her wiggling Ass and he caresses again. “You know how I feel about you not being still” he says in a guttural voice. His hand caressing her thigh now, she has a flash of “oh my God — did I do what he told me to?” everything tenses, stomach tight…oh yes, I did – she remembers. His hand sliding up her thigh under her skirt to her now warm bottom…he feels no panties. “Good girl. You did as you were told.” A momentary relief floods her body. “Go to the bedroom and get undressed.” “I will be in shortly.”

She rises to her feet allowing the blood to flow away from her face. Moving into the bedroom she feels the excitement between her legs growing and her nipples hard against her bra, anxious to be released. She’s dizzy, her mind is numb, waves of desires flowing over her whole body. She carefully removes her clothes and lays them neatly on the chair…don’t want to do something that could escalate the game. Or does she want to? Oh No — she thinks…he didn’t tell me how or where to wait…how can I please him? She takes a fluffy pillow and lays in on the edge of the bed and drapes her naked body over it. Ass high, ready for what is to come, toes on the floor to steady herself. And waits. Hopefully she has pleased him with this choice.

He comes into the room and is pleased with what he sees. It makes his cock instantly grow hard. He grins…this is how he likes her. Pulling the coils of rope, he went out to buy while dinner was cooking out of the bag in his hand, he knows exactly what he plans to do with her tonight…he can see she’s breathless with anticipation, which just makes his cock harder. She turns her head to look at him, they lock eyes, they both know she is his…She extends her hands above her head knowing he will appreciate the gesture of surrender as he begins to bind her wrists gently but firmly. He chuckles…” You know I can’t have you trying to protect your Ass while I’m punishing you” he says… as he unbuttons his shirt…surveying the scene in front of him. He puts the other coils down…he won’t use those after all because of the way she has presented herself for him.

Moving behind her he slips his fingers down to her ready Pussy. She moans from the touch. “You’re already dripping, you naughty girl” he hisses. He begins the spanking…soft at first, pausing between smacks. Then growing in force…her mind is lost. Lost in surrender. She can not even count the smacks…hopefully he won’t ask. The way he spanks her… so hard and calculated – yet sexy, with his fingers pressing into her soft folds when she least expects or stopping to caress her stinging spots… it just drives her wild with desire. She is moaning with pleasure and pain mixed. Such an intoxicating cocktail…”

Ten more…very hard” he says with his hand flat against her wet Pussy pushing ever so slightly…knowing that is sending her reeling. “Tell me you understand” he says. She replies with “Yes Sir, ten more…very hard”. One comes crashing down with delicious waves of pain, then another and another and another and another…a tear in her eye, she looks at him and thinks “thank you” unable to utter the words. “Five more” he says, “Are you ready” Tearfully she says “No. It hurts so much…I can’t” “You can and you will, my dear, you have no choice”. Five more smacks and he sees her body release…tears flowing down her cheeks. Stroking her wet Pussy and pulling on her clit, he sends her into immediate orgasmic relief. When she finishes shuddering, he quickly and forcefully shoves his thick throbbing cock into her Pussy, making her scream in ecstasy. Fast and hard he fucks her making her come again…squeezing his cock tightly with spasms of delight.

He withdraws, still hard and aching for her. Unties her hands and instructs her to get on her knees in front of him. Locking eyes with him, she begins to tease his cock with her mouth…at first only taking in a small amount, then grasping his Ass hard takes all of him into her wanting mouth making him moan with pleasure. She continues working his cock with all her might, sucking and teasing, staring up at him. She can taste that he is close – so she stops and begins kissing the inside of his thighs and running her tongue behind his balls to places deep and unknown…” Not very nice of you to stop…you’ll have to pay for that”.

Grasping a handful of her hair at the back of her head, down low toward the neck — he guides her to her feet. She trembles in anticipation…”Please no more spanking…my Ass is still on fire” she pleads. “No, I have another plan to satisfy myself” he says. He pats the bed…”Get up here on your hands and knees”, she complies…”Now bring your Ass back toward your feet” he says as he guides it where he wants it. Using his fingers to take wet juices from her Pussy, he coats the head of his still throbbing cock and her second hole…she knows where this is going…he pushes into her tight opening. She tries to relax and surrender this to him. Gently he guides all of himself in, a little at a time…she is moaning from all the sensation and stretch of his thickness. Grabbing her hair again he begins rocking her and them back and forth…his hands move to her hips as he starts moving faster and a little harder…she can not help herself and starts to try to wiggle away — the sensation is too much…his hand reaches around and tugs on her clit causing her yet again to violently Orgasm, which causes him to release finally and fill her with his Hot cum.

They are motionless for a moment. Absorbing all that has just transpired. Then he gently withdraws, lays her to her side and slides up next to her…holding her and nuzzling her neck. “Are you doing laundry tomorrow?” he says, and they both begin laughing.