The New Partner – Fin

the new partner

The weekend was relaxing and arousing.  Troy introduced me to a number of his favourite spanking implements showing me how delightfully they could be applied to my body and how well he knew how to use them.  This clearly wasn’t something he was new to but something that was deeply part of him.  He showed me a lot; the sting of the paddle, the singular precision of the crop, the delicious softness then intensity of the flogger of which he had a few, some with bite and some that could be wielded almost as if giving a massage.

Through all of this I knew he held back, was easing me into it, testing to see what I liked and what I didn’t, how far he could push me and what was completely off the table no matter what. We spent time discussing consent and the safe word, at which point I decided to stay with red but added yellow in case I needed him to back off but not stop completely.  We had done nothing intense enough to require either but the revelation of how much control I had was interesting.  Whilst the intent was to give power of myself over to him, the initial dynamic was through me consenting and I also had the power to stop it at any time.  It was a heady mix of give and take unlike anything else.

I realised I wanted it, craved it, couldn’t wait till he restrained me and did exactly as he pleased to me.  I had never wanted to give myself so completely to any man before this and realised I simply had never trusted anyone enough to do so.  I remember years ago a girlfriend confiding in me that her boyfriend had tied her up, blindfolded her then spanked and fucked her. I was a little horrified and a lot aroused but I never told her that.  I masturbated every night for a week after that thinking about what she said and how that might feel.  I never asked anyone to do anything similar or for that matter ever felt any of the men I dated even wanted to. With Troy, I could experience all that I wanted to and knew he wouldn’t judge me for what I asked of him and more over would enjoy himself as well.

Troy’s kink was simple, he liked to be in control and loved having a woman choose to submit to him.  He would spank for any reason or no reason, discipline, stress management or simple arousal, he enjoyed it all with a special love for impact play. I also knew he wanted it in the context of a relationship and I hoped what we did was enough to satisfy him as much as it was satisfying me.

By Sunday afternoon I knew one of my favourite things, apart from his delicious big hand, was his belt.  The thrill I felt as he had me kneel on the bed my chest to the mattress, my ass high in the air, hearing him unbuckle his belt and draw the leather through the loops of his jeans.  He wore nothing but those jeans and had already given me a sound hand spanking so my butt was nicely warmed up and pink all over. Troy doubled the belt over in his hand before taking my left hand and placing it in the small of my back, his fingers linking with mine.  It felt so intimate and I felt cared for even though I knew what he was about to do would hurt.  My pussy was already wet, hot and needy as he brought the leather down across my bottom.

“Good girl, you’re learning to take this so well,” he said, the praise making me smile as I turned my head towards him my cheek on the bed.

He strapped me again and I gasped, it stung no doubt about it, but he let each one sink in before giving me the next.

“You’re so brave giving yourself to me like this.  I’m so proud of you for taking what you need. How did I get so lucky?”

Each sentence punctuated by more slaps from the belt.  My ass was on fire and I never wanted it to end, it was heavenly, arousing and hurt all at the same time.  How did pain add an extra addictive bite to pleasure?  I will never know, and didn’t care.

“You’re bringing so many of my fantasies to life,” I breathed sharply as he strapped me again, “I only hope I am for you too.”

“Zarah, raise yourself up on your hands now,” Troy ordered letting go of the hand he held at the small of my back.  Not letting go of the belt in his right hand he put his other hand under my chin tilting my face to his as he took my mouth in a long sensuous kiss.  I was breathing heavy by the end of it.  “Just letting me touch you this way, trusting me, brings my fantasies to life.”

He winked at me then undid his jeans pushing them down his hard cock only inches from my face.  I licked my lips and looked up at him.

“Suck me,” was all he said and I did like I was starved.  I felt so hungry for him I slid my mouth down his length taking in all I could before slowly sliding my mouth back up swirling my tongue around the tip tasting him just as he brought the strap down on my ass, hard.  I gasped and felt my pussy get wetter, my nipples painfully hard and I went crazy sucking him off my lips sliding up and down faster, swiping my tongue around the head each time until he began thrusting and I let him set the pace and fuck my mouth.

“That’s it, baby, let me have you how I want.”  He fisted my hair with one hand and continue spanking me with his belt, I fucking loved every second of it and when I reached up to caress his balls he pushed deeper into me and with a loud groan came in my mouth. I didn’t hesitate and swallowed all he gave me.

Immediately he pushed me onto my back and began a sensual assault raining wet kisses and stinging bites down my body, my neck, my breasts, biting my nipples had me moaning, then soothing with his tongue until he was between my legs and now he would see how ridiculously aroused I was with the evidence all the way down on my thighs.  Troy leaned in and swiped his tongue in one long lick from the bottom to the top then circling my clit as I thrashed underneath him panting for release.  He held me down with a hand on my stomach to still my movements as he pushed two of those lovely long fingers inside me and continued his assault with his mouth.  I was getting close to the edge so fast that when he lightly bit my clit I screamed his name my hands fisted in his hair as I came so hard it almost hurt.  God, I was so easy for him and I lay there somewhat exhausted as he crawled up my body and then pulled me to rest against him with my head on his chest.

“Jesus, that was something else,” he said his breathing still as laboured as mine. “I went hard at you, are you okay?”

“Hell yes! That was amazing.  I didn’t think it was possible to be that aroused, that right there will be what I think of anytime you’re not around and I need to get off.”

Troy laughed loud and grinning kissed my forehead. “Happy to supply you with anything you need to help with that, sweetheart.”


The next few months flew by and we settled into a fantastic routine though still decided to keep our relationship on the down low for now.  Work all week, productive and intense, sleepovers with takeout or home cooked meals complete with spanking and sex then dessert.  The weekends were where we got to explore more of each other in and out of the bedroom, though the bedroom was a misnomer as we quite literally had sex all over the house and found interesting uses for a number of ordinary household items.

Everything was so wonderful, work was going great, I was building a great relationship with an amazing man.  What could go wrong?

“Zarah, your dad wants to see you in his office as soon as you are free,” Keira said as she left a coffee and chocolate chip cookie on my desk.  I thanked her and headed to see my father.

“Zarah, how are you, honey?” Dad asked.

“Great, dad, and you?”

“Good.  I drove by your house last Tuesday, wanted to have a chat but you weren’t home, where were you?”

“Out, why?  You can just call me you know, I could make sure I was at…”

“I came around Wednesday and Thursday as well,” he said cutting me off, “Troy’s car was in your driveway both nights.  Anything you want to tell me?”

So, he knew, or suspected something was between me and Troy.  This is one of those moments, to lie or tell the truth.  I preferred truth, but Troy and I hadn’t discussed when to tell my father.  I decided on a different tack.  He hadn’t directly asked about our relationship, so I didn’t need to directly answer.  Besides our sexual escapades were at the top of the list of things I did not want to discuss with my father.

“Nothing in particular, as you said before, we make a good team.”

There, vague and non-committal.

“Zarah! Are you sleeping with Troy?” he snapped


“If I am it’s none of your business unless it affects business,” I snapped back before putting my hands on my hips.

Dad glowered at me then went for gold.  “When it affects my daughter, it is always my business.”

It was at this point Troy decided to stroll in, taking in the scene of me and dad glaring at each other and casually announced after closing the office door, “you do know the whole office can hear your conversation, right?”

Double shit!

Troy looked directly at me for a moment then held out his hand.  I didn’t hesitate and walked to him taking it as he pulled me to stand in front of him his arms around my waist.

“Zarah and I are in a relationship, we hadn’t told anyone yet because it is still new enough for us to be working out how we fit together.  Working together, being with each other and the balance needed to make it successful.”

Damn, he always knew the right things to say and it made my stomach do little flips, I was so falling for this man.  I could see dad didn’t like it, his scowl was a work of art, then he seemed to let it go.

“Fuck it, I can see talking to either of you isn’t going to make you end this.”

I almost laughed, if Troy wondered where I got my bad language from, exhibit A was right in front of us.

“Just be sensible.  I want professionalism at all times, no sex in the stationary cupboard or any shenanigans like that!”

“Dad! Oh, my god, I can’t believe you even said that.  We’ve been together for close to three months and there hasn’t been a moment of non-professionalism,” I yelled at him.  Don’t think of the boardroom, don’t think of the boardroom I repeated over and over in my head and felt Troy stifle a laugh behind me.

“Fine! Make sure to tell me if this goes any further, I really don’t want to be blindsided again by an engagement, wedding, baby or even a dog for that matter.  I’d like to be the first one to know.  Now, get out of my office and do some bloody work, will you?!”

We left his office then and Troy took my hand as we walked back to my office not caring who saw us.

“You know, Zarah, that was pretty stressful, and you were very rude to your father.  That has earned you a hell of a spanking when we get home,” Troy said quietly to me.

“Maybe we discuss this later, Troy?”

“You’re right, somewhere quiet,” and looking around as if he was about to do something illegal he grabbed me around the waist and pulled me into the stationary cupboard.

“You can’t be serious!” I laughed.

“Very serious. I wondered if there was enough room to bend you over or just a quickie up against the door.  Your dad shouldn’t have given me such ideas and I hate being told what I can and can’t do.”

I grinned back at him as he leaned down and proceeded to kiss me until I no longer cared where we were, he was all mine and we had everything to look forward to.

The New Partner – Part 4

the new partner

Giggling and feeling very daring, I stood up and stripped my dress off in a second. Clad in only a purple ribbon and purple heels I was suddenly struck by my own boldness and his face glowed with appreciation at the sight of me naked.

A sudden embarrassment flooded my cheeks and I reached for my dress to cover myself but he got to it first and had his arm around my waist a second later. Before I could protest further I found myself, yet again, face down over his knee completely naked. No holding back this time, no, his hand came down on my bare bottom with a sureness he hadn’t shown before. In no time my bottom was smarting but it also felt so good I didn’t want him to stop. His hand rose and fell till I was squirming trying to get away and not wanting to at the same time.

“Want more?” Troy growled out the question. The sound turned my insides to liquid as he slid me off his lap and onto the ground on my knees. My bottom was on fire and I didn’t have a care in the world as I nodded vigorously.

“You’re to go to the kitchen and get a wooden spoon, make sure it’s clean and then get back here as fast as you can.”

I sprinted, as well as one can sprint in four inch heels and completely naked, to the kitchen. Spoon, spoon, where are the damn spoons. I spied one in a cylindrical container along with whisks and the like. Grabbing that I raced back to the lounge.

Troy was leaning back against the sofa grinning his hands locked behind his head. “I forgot to tell you, you were supposed to come back on hands and knees, wooden spoon between your teeth.”

I gaped at him and then thought what the hell. Backing up to the door I went down on all fours, feeling a little silly and yet strangely aroused, I put the spoon between my teeth and moved with a steady gait till I was at his feet and looked up at him.

Troy was still smiling but no longer grinning. It wasn’t the taunting attitude I had feared, no not at all, instead his eyes held a look of admiration. He was pleased with me and I realised then he had not expected me to do this. I smiled around the spoon.

“Ere do u wan dis?”

“You shouldn’t ask such suggestive questions,” he teased me, taking the spoon gently from my mouth and patting his lap.

As I moved to place myself over his lap he wasted no time in bringing the wooden spoon down on first one cheek and then the other.

Splat! “That is for knocking me on the head earlier.”

Whack! “That is for taking too long to get the implement.”

Crack! “And that is for having such a sweet ass that just begs to be turned bright red”

Smack, smack, smack…he continued until I was wriggling like a garden worm, though hopefully much prettier. He seemed to know when I needed a break and rubbed his warm palm over my bottom that I was sure must already be bright red.

“A lovely deep pink,” Troy said as if reading my mind. “Still with me Zarah?”



“Yes Sir.”

His hand continued to circle my bottom then dipped lower, between my legs. A light chuckle came from him as I knew he had found just how wet I was. He easily slid two fingers into me which made me gasp and then moan.

“Ready for the last round?” Troy asked me as he brought me close to orgasm.

“Yes, Yes Sir, Yes,” I panted out just as he removed his fingers. Nooo, so close, not fair. I squirmed a little then but he held me still till I had calmed somewhat. Calm! My body sang, my bottom ached and my blood ran through my veins fired with a passion I hadn’t known before.

His hand came down upon me next. It was lovely but it hurt and I realised pretty quickly he wasn’t doing it as hard as he could. It hurt enough to be felt but not enough to take away the desire that was already there. Oh, he was good alright and finished off with a few very heavy smacks before helping me up to sit astride him.

Troy gently brushed my hair out of my face and kissed me softly but the time for finesse was long gone in my opinion and I returned his kiss with abandon. Tasting his mouth, sucking his tongue, my hands undoing his shirt and next his trousers. He laughed that dark, deep, lovely sound washing over me and helped me at my task. Soon he was free enough for me to have him as I needed and as I raked my fingers over his chest he took a condom from his pocket and had covered himself just before I raised myself over his swollen cock and took him inside me until he filled me completely.

A harsh groan, a soft moan and Troy just held me tightly to him for a moment but I couldn’t keep still, I had to move. To feel the sweet friction and slide of our bodies. He helped me ride him his hands beneath my ass, kneading the sore flesh as I moved in that age-old dance. Lowering his head, he nipped at my breasts with his teeth and finally took one aching nipple into his mouth. The twin feelings of him deep inside me and his mouth at my breast sent me spiraling and I arched my back as I cried out my release. It was so intense and I heard Troy’s harsh groan as he joined me a moment later.

Panting he pulled me into his chest again and I listened as his heartbeat slowed, cocooned in his arms. I could have slept where I was but he disentangled us and carried me upstairs to bed.

“I’ve got to go out of town tomorrow but I’ll be back by the end of the week. Will you come and stay with me next weekend.”

“Sure,” I mumbled feeling exhausted; it was Tuesday that gave me four days to get my legs working again, I could do that.

Snuggling into him, feeling happy and content, I fell asleep almost as soon as we hit the bed.


Four days, he was only gone four days and I missed him terribly.  Friday night he took me to his place and after a couple of rounds of spanking and sex  I fell asleep in his arms sated.

I awoke and stretched luxuriously in his big bed, finding myself alone. A grunt came from somewhere, then another. Frowning, I crawled to the other side of the bed and peered over the edge. Troy was doing push ups in nothing more than what he was born in and I was happy to simply admire his nice firm butt even if it did look like he was humping the carpet.

“What are you doing? I’ve heard of ‘polishing you knob’ but never seen it done quite like that,” I couldn’t help myself.

He laughed snagging my arm, my precarious perch on the edge of the bed afforded no protection and he hauled me under him for a tickling. I yelped whilst trying to fend off his sneaky hands with little success. Troy subdued my wriggling form effortlessly, pinning my hands over my head and leisurely kissed his way down to my breast. My nipple hardened when his tongue touched it and I moaned in delight, rubbing myself against him. He pressed wet kisses around my breast until he reached the tip again and sucked strongly. I arched my back to meet him and wrapped my legs around his hips surprised at how aroused I was; he went on and tormented my other breast in the same manner.

Troy let go of me and slid his hands down my sides. With a final tug on my nipple his mouth moved lower, following his hands. His tongue left a wet trail down my body and only stopped to dip into my belly button before delving lower. His hands moved down and underneath my bottom then around to grip my thighs and spread them wider so I was completely exposed to his gaze. His eyes devoured me before I felt his mouth on my hot, damp flesh. He kissed my pussy teasingly; nibbled, sucked and licked as if tasting a delicious fruit that he wanted to savour.

“Please Troy,” I gasped mindless.

“Please? Please what, baby? This?” he asked his tongue gently circling my clit as he pushed a finger inside me.

“Yesss, that.”

“Close your eyes and don’t open them until I say so,” he commanded.

His hands left my body and I heard a drawer open and a match being lit. I lay on the floor my eyes closed, my body open and trusting. Troy returned and nibbled my clit again before pushing two fingers easily into my aching, wet pussy. He moved away but his fingers remained inside me, fucking me in a slow and deliberate manner. I moaned and moved my hips matching the rhythm of his fingers trying to take him deep but he pulled back, kept me dancing on the edge.

“Remember, keep your eyes closed,” Troy reiterated.

I felt a hot burning sensation on my nipple. A flash of hot pain, I gasped my eyes flying open, then warmth and the pain became pleasure spiralling down to my clit. I closed my eye as he moved his fingers slowly in and out of me a few times before repeating the sensation on my other nipple. It was wax, the sting was hot, sharp and delicious. He continued his torture, dripping the wax on my sensitive skin and fingering me, building the sensations as he moved the dripping wax closer to my feminine flesh.

“Ready for more? You feel like you are, you’re so fucking wet, honey,” he purred.

“Yes, yes, more of everything, anything, Sir!” I gasped.

“Dangerous words,”

I cried out with pleasure when the first drop struck my sensitive inner thigh. The pain from it barely registered now as my overloaded and aroused brain translated everything to pure delight. I squealed and sobbed as the wax was dripped back and forth over my thighs and across the top of my mound. Troy removed his fingers from me and brought his hand to my mouth.

“Open your eyes,” he said, “now suck.”

I complied tasting myself on his fingers. I felt wicked and wanton and never wanted him to stop. Then he dripped hot wax directly on my clit and I screamed, the pleasure and pain mixing till I thought I would burst. Again and again on my most sensitive skin, I writhed under the onslaught and in that moment would have done anything he wanted. I felt desperate and undone.

“You are beautiful,” Troy whispered, “the things I want to do with you.”

Troy extinguished the flame and I watched as he peeled off the hardened wax from my nipples. My nerve ends rioted. The initial burn of the wax, then the cool air, his warm mouth layered sensation upon sensation to my oversensitive nipple and at the same time his fingertips gently brushed the wax off my clit and I climaxed immediately taking us both by surprise. I screamed my release but he didn’t let up until all the wax was peeled away and I managed to get my breath back.

Troy rolled a condom on before he pulled me up into his arms so I sat as astride him and with his hands under my bottom stood up and walked us both into the bathroom. A moment later warm water ran over us as I felt his cock nudge my body, seeking entrance. I sank down on his shaft as he pinned me to the wall of the shower and thrust into me like a man possessed. We kissed ravenously tongues tangling; tasting and biting lips. My hands gripped him, nails digging into the flesh of his shoulders as he filled me again and again. The pleasure from the wax play still hummed through me and the sweet slide of our bodies brought me quickly to the edge of another climax. I tensed, gripped Troy tighter as another orgasm ripped through me tearing a strangled cry from me. Troy’s guttural groans mingled with mine as he came a moment after.

We clung together panting as the warm water sluiced over us and slowly disentangled our limbs. He kissed me lightly and smiling I grabbed the soap determined to give him a thorough washing.

Go to Part 5 – Final

The New Partner – Part 3

the new partner

The board room had a luxurious feel to it. The long, wide mahogany and oak conference table dominated the room with black high backed leather chairs sitting on a plush burgundy carpet. Keira had laid out a tray with glasses, iced water and some biscuits. I poured myself some water and tried to calm my nerves and hydrate my dry mouth. I almost spilled it when the door opened and Troy walked in.

His eyes fell to the unopened file on the table as he slowly closed the door behind him. I didn’t want to put him on his guard so I took a seat and tapped my fingers on the file, waiting for him to sit.

“Keira said you needed to see me about the Fortuna deal, everything has been worked out, what more is there to discuss?” he said coming straight to the point.

“I didn’t want to discuss the Fortuna deal.” I decided to be direct as well. “I want to discuss what happened between us in that hotel two weeks ago.”

He immediately got up to leave, I was faster. I made it to the door before him and placed myself in front of it. I knew this room was soundproof so no one would hear us.

“I’m not going to discuss that, there is nothing to say.”

“Like hell there isn’t!” I exploded.

He gave me that look, the same one as at the hotel just before he threw me over his shoulder. Maybe that was the key, I had to push him, goad him into it. Was that fair? Probably not, but I wasn’t feeling in a fair mood.

“There are things here you don’t understand and that I do not have the patience to explain. Leave it Zarah.”


“Please, move away from the door. It’s best for us both.”


“Zarah, it shouldn’t have happened. I’ve put it behind me, you need to as well. It was a mistake.”

I wanted to slap his face for saying that, for making me feel like it was nothing, like it was something dirty or wrong. It hadn’t felt like that, it had felt right. I wasn’t going allow him to make me feel that way.

“It wasn’t and I won’t put it behind me, you said it would help, it did, it really did. I won’t let you just brush it aside.”

“What will you do then? Run to daddy, tell him what the bad man did?”

“No, I would never do that,” I was horrified at his words and what they suggested.

“Wouldn’t you? That’s what I’ve been expecting for two weeks, wondering when I would get my marching orders for paddling your backside even though you deserved it.”

“Yes I did. I admitted it then, I admit it now and what’s more I want you to do it again.” My face was bright red with the admission.

Troy walked towards me, then walked me backwards until my back was pressed to the door. He considered me for what felt like an eternity then bent his head so his mouth was next to my ear.

“I am going to lock the door and by the time I turn around I expect you to be positioned over the table with your skirt up and panties down, proving you accept my authority in this. Understand?”

“Yes Sir,” I nodded a little breathless and surprised at how much I wanted to do as he ordered. I moved like lightning wriggling my tight skirt up to my waist and pushing my panties down to my knees at the same time as I lay face down over the board room table. I hadn’t realised till now just how much I wanted this.

He wasted no time and with his left hand pressed down on the middle of my back his right palm cracked across my bottom with a strong and steady and pace that had me crying out by the fifth smack. Troy did not relent, even as my bottom began to sting and I began to sing. Even when I moved or wriggled he simply commanded me back into position and continued the onslaught.

“You asked for this, remember that,” Troy said as he moved away.

“Yes, yes,” I panted, “I’m such a bad girl.”

He came back a moment later and the first sting of whatever implement he had found, his belt I soon realised.  I couldn’t stop the cries that came as the spanking continued and I was able to let go and completely surrender to the pain.

“God, your mouth, it must get you into so much trouble.  If you were mine, you would get this regularly,” Troy said breathing harshly.  He stopped spanking me once I had surrendered and was gently rubbing his palm over my burning derrière; as before I could feel another sort of burning sensation that was harder to admit to.

“How do you feel?” Troy asked softly.

“Much better, thank you Sir,” I replied sniffling a little.

He continued rubbing his large hand over my bottom then dipped between my legs gently brushing the edge of my panties and finding me wet, he groaned but removed his hand without taking it any further.

“When you stand up, you’re going to take off your panties and give them to me.”

I stood up and blushing did as he asked, he took my lacy pink panties, folded them neatly, and tucked them into his trouser pocket.

“Dinner tonight, my place at seven, don’t be late,” Troy said as he walked to the door and opened it. Looking over his shoulder at me before quitting the room, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips, he said, “don’t wear any underwear.”


I was full of nervous energy by the time I got to Troy’s place. We were taking it up a level, having only indulged in a couple of spanking sessions up till now. The first time because of my rude behaviour and the second because I asked it of him. Troy was obviously no stranger to this sort of thing and I was fast coming to realise how much I enjoyed it as well as how beneficial it could be.

Troy had initiated the first instance and I the second, in a somewhat underhanded manner, but there were times when a woman just had to fight for what she wanted. Still, why had he held back after that first time? I wanted to get to the bottom of that too.

I was wearing a pink silk dress, without panties as prescribed, actually I had on no underwear as a bra wasn’t necessary with this dress and I felt quite naughty and aroused from it already. Lilac shoes, purse and ribbon in my hair completed the ensemble, and men thought we couldn’t travel light; this little number would put paid to that notion.

Knocking at the door I straightened my skirt and waited. No one answered. I knocked again, and waited further. Hearing footsteps I looked around and saw a couple taking a stroll. So engrossed in this, and wondering if they could figure out I had no underwear on, I never heard the door open. Instead I ‘knocked’ again, directly on Troy’s head, who happened to be coming out to greet me as my hand was descending. He grunted and stepped back pulling me with him.

“Sorry,” I sputtered, trying my best not to laugh and failing miserably.

“You really are a brat,” he said once I was inside and bent his head to brush his lips over mine.

I hiccupped, still laughing. “That’s what happens when you keep people waiting.”

He smiled and motioned towards another room. “Come on, I have some wine open.”

I followed him into the kitchen eyeing the rest of the house, or what I could see of it, on the way. It was very stylish and spacious. Cream carpet and walls; dark furnishings with interesting tapestries and paintings scattered about. The kitchen was an amateur chef’s dream, modern and sparkling appliances and something in the oven that smelled divine.

He took my hand and pressed something soft into it. Looking down I realised it was my panties, that he had taken from me earlier. Frowning I looked back at him.

“I did as you asked,” I said feeling confused.

“I know, I shouldn’t have asked it. You should cover yourself up again.”

We were back to this and my anxiety, nerves and lack of patience skyrocketed and got the better of me.

“Why not?” I cried.

“We work together, we shouldn’t let anything else get in the way.”

“And yet you asked me over for dinner and I’m here, that sounds like two consenting adults wanting to enjoy each other’s company.  What is so wrong with that?”

“It could confuse everything. We can have a pleasant meal together and take this no further.”

“You know what I think?  I don’t think you know what you want! You run hot then cold and I am not used to this sort of back and forth.”

“No, you aren’t, you are used to getting whatever you want and so you stamp when it doesn’t go your way.”

“This is not about things going my way. You are playing with me. I have been nothing but direct and honest, it is you who always sidles and I want to know why.”

“Or what?” he asked quietly.

“Or…nothing. That wasn’t a threat just a request for honest communication, Troy. I came here tonight in the hope that maybe, just maybe, there was something worth building on, a spark to nurture. It is as if I am asking for the world.” I thought for a moment and then looked up understanding dawning on me. “Is that what happened? Someone threatened you?”

We stared at each other for a long moment and though I don’t know what went through his mind I could see a decision was made.

“Yes, threatened to go to the police and other unsavoury things.”

I opened and closed my mouth a few times, trying to speak, then shut it firmly and thought for a moment.

“Will you tell me what happened?” I asked gently.

He nodded. “It wasn’t exactly the dinner conversation I had planned but you are right, if there is hope for anything between us there are some things you should know.”

The food was delicious. Oysters Kilpatrick to start; grilled stuffed chicken breast with a white wine sauce and spring vegetables; followed by fresh berries and homemade Whisky ice-cream. During which Troy explained the sad details of his previous relationship. Emma, his ex-fiancée had managed to take him for half his fortune by using his own nature against him.

“She was a princess and always got her way. Regular speeding fines, disrespecting others and their property. Emma had no shame and thought everyone should bow to her. I didn’t of course and she liked that. Disciplinary spanking was soon introduced and she had fully consented to it even saying it helped her. She was convincing enough and I really believed she was interested in that being part of our relationship.”

When she saw the opportunity, Troy didn’t know, but he finally realised their life wasn’t going to go in a direction he wanted and decided it was time to make an end. That last night when Troy told Emma it was finished, she begged him for another chance and that she would do as he said; she even pleaded for a harsh spanking so she would know he still cared enough to correct her.  Troy gave in to that and spanked her hard. After the spanking, he found he had no desire to make love to her and knew then it was completely over and sent her to sleep in the guest room.

“Emma was furious, I could see it in her eyes, nothing had changed I just couldn’t see where it was all heading. The next morning, she threatened to go to the police with charges of domestic violence, then contact my employer and get very vocal about my…predilections.”

“What a bitch! What happened?” I was shocked, not understanding why someone would do such a thing.

“She wanted money that was all. We negotiated a price, I paid it.”

“Just like that?”

“I wanted it over as quickly as possible. Getting away from her was the priority.”

“What if she tries to bring it up again?”

“No, I hired a detective, I wasn’t the only scam, she has a history of it, she has nothing on me but I have plenty on her. If she had gone to the police that day she definitely had marks to back up a claim if made and I didn’t want to find out how serious she was.”

We sat and sipped more wine after this revelation and I felt the atmosphere changing as if we had shared something personal enough to open other doors, as if the barriers that I was constantly feeling had now been removed.

“I would never…” I started.

Troy smiled at me and for once it seemed truly carefree. “Zarah don’t. I already know that. You’re nothing like her.  Yes, you were a princess that night in the hotel but I realised that was not typical behaviour from you.  I’ve seen how you are over the past weeks working with you and your dad.  You’re committed and thorough and always pleasant to those around you.  However, not very compliant, you haven’t put your panties back on as I told you to.”

I laughed then and poked my tongue out at him. “And I’m not going to either, besides you didn’t actually tell me to.”

“We shall have to work on your listening skills and your obedience, or maybe I just spank you for the hell of it,” Troy grinned.

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The New Partner – Part 2

the new partner

Without further discussion Troy brought his hand down upon my clothed bottom once again, only this time when he continued spanking me he alternated paying each side of my bottom plenty of attention. It wasn’t too heavy just enough to feel it with a light sting that slowly built as the spanking continued. It actually felt quite nice and there was almost a reassuring feel of his hand on my back, a connection I had never felt before; how strange it was.  I had always wondered about it from an erotic view point but there wasn’t anything really erotic about this, more comforting.

Troy stopped spanking me and said, “I want you to take off your jacket and trousers. Will you do that?”

“Yes Sir.” I said. He helped me to my feet and I took off my jacket, undid my belt and removed my trousers, kicking of my shoes as I did so. I blushed and quickly went over Troy’s lap again.

He began spanking me immediately and I could feel it much more intensely than before. He also began spanking the tops of my thighs, now exposed, which stung even more. I could really feel it and found myself making small noises each time his hand descended.

“You alright?” Troy asked but did not stop spanking me.

“Uh…yes…oh…Sir.” I panted out between smacks and then they started to come a little faster and harder and there were some distinct ‘ows’ coming out of my mouth. He continued and I felt very warm.

He soothed his hand over my panty clad bottom and thighs. “Please stand up, there is more I have to ask of you.”

I stood and felt a little odd standing before him like a schoolgirl who had just had her bottom walloped. I was breathing heavily, my bottom stung and felt hot, but there were certainly no tears.

“I was hoping you wouldn’t need for us to go this far…but it seems something more is needed. I want you to remove your panties and go and stand in the corner”

I looked at him to see if he was serious, he was and turned his head away to give me some privacy. I removed my panties, left them on the floor and went to the nearest corner. I stood facing the corner in only my blouse and bra and felt even more like a recalcitrant schoolgirl.

“Put your hands on you head. Stand up straight,” he said from behind me. “Your bottom is bright pink. Why is it bright pink?”

“It’s pink because I was rude, Sir.”

“Is that all?”

“No, Sir.  I was foulmouthed and made a scene in the lobby.”

“I am going to make that ass red before I am through with you. Then we will both know how sorry you really are. You are in need of much discipline, wouldn’t you agree?”

“Yes, I am, Sir.”

I don’t know how long I stayed there like that, it was likely about five minutes but could have been twenty for all I knew. Troy seemed to be moving around the room, getting himself a drink perhaps, I couldn’t see. I felt even more like the naughty girl I was; should have put my hair in pigtails. A small, quickly suppressed, giggle escaped at that thought.

Troy sighed behind me. “Remove the rest of your clothing and then I want you over my knee again,” he said softly, almost ruefully as if he had thought he would not need to go this far.

I did as I was told with my face and bottom burning, so ashamed of how I had acted, of being naked like this, even of enjoying it all in an odd way and worst of all I was aroused. Having this man order me around like this was extremely exciting. I was always the one in charge, always the decision maker; not this time, yet I had made the decision to submit to this punishment. I wondered what else I might submit to and the thought brought a hot flush to my body and between my legs.

I was sure he would see my arousal but when the first smack landed on my bare bottom I forgot all about that. I yelped and tried to move but his hand on my back held me down again. Troy’s hand lifted and fell over and over, I don’t know how many times or for how long, and my bottom truly began to burn. I started crying out with each smack. This continued for some time and I began pleading for him to stop. ‘Red’ he had said, but only if absolutely necessary. He wasn’t going to get that out of me. I felt the tears at my eyes and when a little sob came out I thought he would stop. Instead, he increased the intensity and he was truly thrashing my bottom harshly until I was sobbing quite loud and without any shame. I felt something in me release and I slumped fully over his knees sobbing and making no effort to get out of the way of his hand.  The pain had transmuted into something else entirely and I felt in an almost dreamlike state.

I was still sobbing and hardly realised he had stopped spanking me. He picked me up gently, wrapped the bedcover around me and held me close stroking my hair.

“You did so well and were so brave. I was hard on you, for your first time, but felt you needed it,” he murmured.

“I did,” I admitted and looked up into his face. I must look a fright and was sure my make-up was running down my face. He smiled and kissed my mouth softly. “You’re beautiful,” he said as if reading my mind. We stared at each other a while and something gently blossomed between us in that moment.

“Go, have your shower and I will order us some food. We have a lot to talk about.”

I bounced off the bed feeling strangely energised, even with a burning bottom and a distinct but not unpleasant burning elsewhere, and with a quick grin said, “Yes Sir!”

Two weeks later.

I waited until my father was available and made a beeline to his office. My heels clicking on the floor as I entered; he looked up and smiled.

“Hiya pumpkin,” he spoke cheerfully.

“Dad! I wish you wouldn’t call me that at work.”

“For fuck’s sake, Zarah, no one’s around.”

“I know but what if you slip up when someone is, I’ll never live it down.”

“Alright, I’ll try. Now, why are you in here.”

“Can’t a daughter just say ‘Hi’ to her dad when she feels like it without it meaning more?”

“Not this one.”

“Out of your five children I am the only one who took the slightest bit of interest in the family business and this is the thanks I get,” I said laughing.

“Sorry pumpkin but I know you’re up to something. What is it?”

“Well, since you ask. What do we really know about this new guy, Jamison?”

“Enough to make him a partner, why? You don’t trust my judgment?”

“Of course, I do, it’s just…”

“What, exactly?”

“I don’t know, exactly, just something.”

“You two had a fight?”

“No, no nothing like that, just…do we really need him?”

“Look Zarah, he’s the best in the field, which means he’s the best in our field. You can’t deny the latest proposals have all gone a lot smoother than usual. Besides whether you admit it or not, you two make a great team.”

I looked at him sharply, he just stared back with his eyebrows raised. I couldn’t tell him the real reason. Daddy he spanked me, he spanked me till I cried and it felt so damn good I want him to do it again and this time I don’t want him to stop at the spanking. No, one does not admit such things to one’s father.

“You’re right, it’s just all the changes are getting to me a bit.”

“Good girl, now I’ve got a meeting in ten so…”

“Sure, thanks dad.”

I went back to my office and sat for a while, trying to work and failing miserably. I got up, paced to the window and looked out over the city.

Damn it, the man was driving me crazy. Two weeks ago I had what could be described as an epiphany at his hands. Then nothing, nada, squat! He had said after I showered we would talk, we talked alright, he asked about every detail of the company. But not one word about what happened when he took me over his knee and spanked me to submission. I was mortified when he said nothing and then couldn’t bring it up myself. He proceeded like nothing had happened, as if I hadn’t just been completely naked and in his power. Not one word, and I didn’t know how to handle this sort of situation.

At first I was confused, unsure, within days embarrassed, and now I was just plain angry; fighting mad and it was time for a showdown.

I buzzed my PA. “Keira, please organise a meeting with Mr Jamison in the board room as soon as is convenient for him, tell him it is in relation to the Fortuna deal.”

“Right away, Zarah.”

I went back to my desk to wait and Keira called back inside two minutes.

“Zarah, Mr Jamison is free in fifteen.”

“Perfect,” no time like the present, “set it up Keira”

“Consider it done.”

I had time to check my appearance, collect the files that I wouldn’t be discussing and headed off to the fake meeting. I needed to appear confident, that was the trick, though I could feel my heart beating as if it sat in my throat.

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The New Partner – Part 1

the new partner

After some hiatus I have begun writing again.  This is much longer than I would normally write and will come in five parts. 


I stood in the lobby of the Grand Hotel, drumming my fingers on the desk. They had ‘lost’ my reservation which, I knew, would have been triple-checked before my departure by my ever-faithful assistant, Keira.

I hated this sort of incompetence and after an eleven-hour flight sitting next to the sweetest old lady in the world, and then wanting to throttle that same little old lady after the first hour; my nerves were a little worse for wear. I felt unkempt and gritty even though to anyone who chanced to look I would be immaculately presented. The crisp white blouse underneath my favourite navy pinstripe suit, blonde hair neatly coiffed at my neck and black Italian stilettos, that cost more than the girl behind the desk probably made in a week.

“Look, I need to shower, something to eat and then sleep, in that order. Now if you would kindly move things along a little faster I could get out of the clothes I have been in for the last 12 hours,” I snapped, knowing I wasn’t being very nice and no longer cared.

“Perhaps I can be of assistance,” sounded a deep voice from behind me. I whirled around and looked up to eye the stranger who eyed me back with one dark brow raised. He had not, as it happened, been talking to me so I turned back to the receptionist and ignored him.

“Ms Forster will be sharing a room with me.” said the stranger. Just how did he know my name?

“No, she bloody well won’t!” I cried.

“I made the arrangements already, and I am sure the room will meet with your approval,” he said as he turned fully towards me. Men who are about to get on my bad side shouldn’t look this good. “Your assistant, Keira, was faxed the details. I am surprised you were not apprised of the new plans.” Keira would pray for death when I get back.

“Mr…,” I started. “Jamison” he supplied. “Right, Mr Jamison, I don’t know who you think you are but this really is an intolerable proposal. I don’t know you at all and refuse to share a room with anyone, let alone someone I have never met.” My mind was working overtime, Jamison…Jamison, why was that name familiar. I was missing something big here but the long flight and my tiredness wouldn’t let my brain figure it out.

The concierge decided to join the conversation at this point. “I’m afraid there are no other rooms available. The hotel is now booked.” My head swivelled round and I pinned her with a laser eye. “What did you say?” The woman visibly moved back from the counter as if I was about to leap over it and strangle her…she wasn’t far wrong.

“Ms Forster, perhaps I wasn’t clear enough. My name is Jamison, Troy Jamison, your new business partner.” Oh. My. God. I had an overwhelming urge to punch him in the face. Instead, I took two, three, alright ten deep breaths before responding.

“Be that as it may, I still don’t see why I have to share your room. I am going to another hotel.”

“That’s ridiculous.  At least come and see the room; it is a large suite with separate rooms, if it is not to your liking, then I shall personally pay for another hotel for you.”

He was being so calm and reasonable I had to acquiesce because I knew my frustration was simply due to tiredness. Besides I could tell him just what I thought once in the suite, it’s not right to cause such a scene in the lobby. I ignored the fact that I had already made a scene in the lobby.

We made our way to the 15th, it was indeed a beautiful suite with lovely décor.  Large and spacious with separate lounge and dining areas, as well as two rooms at opposite ends of the suite. In fact, it was an ideal arrangement, considering we would be spending a great deal of time together on the proposals.

“It’s fine, I suppose,” was all I could muster. Our luggage was brought in at this point and Troy tipped the bellhop. I decided to head off to my room.

We both grabbed for my luggage at the same time cracking heads in the process, which only caused my ire to rise once again. I almost fell over and he grabbed me to steady me.

I pushed him away harshly and yelled, “Just leave me alone, it’s not bad enough my father decides to sell off half the company to a fucking stranger but now said stranger thinks he can manhandle me. You are very much mistaken, sir!”

And with that said I turned on my heel to go to my room leaving him standing with his mouth ajar.

Before I could take one more step I was spun around and hoisted over his shoulder.

“Sir, is exactly what you will call me from now on,” he stated and with me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, marched into my room.

He flung me down on the bed and I bounced lightly. I was quickly turned onto my stomach and dragged to the edge of the bed so my knees were on the floor. Effectively bent over the end of the bed, I struggled but he was too strong and held me down.

“Let go of me or I shall scream!” I yelled into the bed covers whilst fear and a very inappropriate response of arousal brought my body to life.

“No, you’re going to stay there and listen to someone else for a change. I am not going to harm you, I just want you to calm down and listen to what I have to say.”

“This is hardly a very dignified position to listen to someone,” I said

“You were hardly a very dignified person so the position fits. You have been nothing but rude to me and those around you since I met you. Are you always this way?” he asked sternly.

“I have been on a plane for eleven hours and all I want is a little comfort, I would have thought that wasn’t too much to ask.”

“So have I, but I have been able to remain calm and pleasant to those around me. First things first, I want you to apologise.”

“I didn’t mean it.”

“That’s not an apology Zarah.” Damn I liked the way my name sounded coming from his lips, his deep voice washing over me.

I sighed into the bed cover, “I’m sorry, I was very rude.”

“I’m sorry…what?” he asked.

I frowned, thinking, “I’m sorry…Troy?”

Then I was sure the sky had fallen down because I felt a sudden stinging sensation and it just couldn’t be what I thought it was; Troy had brought his hand down smartly on my backside and smacked me.

“Hey, what are you doing?” I tried to wriggle away but he got a firm grip on me, and before I could utter another word he had me positioned stomach down over his knee. The man was ridiculously strong.

“I’m just getting you in a position so we can have a more serious discussion. Now, you are sorry…. what?”

I wracked my brain to understand what he wanted, then remembered his half-muttered thing about sir when we entered the room.  Surely, he wasn’t serious.  “I’m sorry…Sir?” I asked and sighed again, just how had I ended up here? More importantly, why was I going along with it and not screaming bloody murder.  This was certainly not the time to acknowledge any underlying desire to know how it felt to be spanked, no not the time at all!

“It’s a start, but I’m not sure of your sincerity. Besides you are in need of some stress management and I think I have the thing to help you with that.”

“I was sincere. Please…Sir, I am sorry for that horrible remark.” I actually was sorry, how odd that I was even allowing any of this. A part of me felt I should atone for my rudeness.

“I believe you, but I still think you are in need of something more. Will you trust me to help you with this?”

“Help me, with what?”

That earned me another smack. “Help me, with what…Sir?”

“I want permission to spank you,” he said and I wondered if he realised the irony in that he had already spanked me a couple of times.  I tried to push up when I heard this. “Keep still, let me explain first. You are worn out from your flight, angry, emotional and stressed; a fair analysis?”

“Yes Sir.” No hesitation this time, I noticed.

“This may well help you, the spanking I mean. It can help release the stress. You were also very rude and that deserves punishment in itself.”

Strangely enough I did want to release the stress, and the pressures this job placed on me; perhaps this will even make me feel less guilty for being such a shrew tonight, I am not normally like this. “I’m not sure, I’ve never done anything like this before. Have you?”

“Yes, many times. It will hurt, but no more than you can bear and you may even find you cry real tears, but you won’t have to deal with it alone. I’ll be with you all of the way. What do you think?”

“Oh…what if…what if I want to stop?”

“Say Red and I will stop, but I only want you to say this if you truly can’t take what is happening. Okay?”

I thought for a moment longer. I was about to consent for this man, that I hardly knew, to spank me. “How does this work, I need to know more…Sir.”

“I will spank you with my hand over your trousers and we will see where we go from there, but it will most likely end in a bare bottom spanking for you to really feel the benefit.”

I thought on what he had said and made up my mind to go through with whatever he asked of me. I was so tired of always being in charge and I did bottle it all up inside me, would this really help me feel better? “Okay Sir, I consent for you to spank me.”

“Good girl, you have made a fine start.”

Go to Part 2

Barely Touched – FFF

BillConstruction worker

I run my tongue up his bare torso, tasting the sweat, teasing his nipples.  My hands follow, his heart races beneath my touch.  He wastes no time spinning me around and tears open my blouse roughly cupping my naked breasts.  Pushing me forward he yanks up my skirt and slaps my exposed bottom.  Soaked panties pushed aside as he drives into me giving me sweet relief…

“Stop ogling those workmen and get back to work girl!” the office manager growls, breaking my reverie. I scurry back to my cubicle with a secret smile on my lips.


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The River – FFF


The only place to cross the river was upstream, near the waterfall.  Beware the ferryman, they joked.

To my surprise a woman was there, with sweet turquoise eyes and golden hair cascading around her soft naked hips.

“You may not pass here,” she stated.

“I must,” I replied.

“There is a price.”

“I will pay.”

“Kiss me.”

I did as she bid, her passion intoxicating.  With lips and tongue she aroused me unbearably and as I sank into her I realised too late her price.  There would be no crossing now or ever.


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