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When we got back to the office I felt really guilty and you already know how I assuage my personal shame. By ten o'clock I couldn't stand it so I got the ruler and went into his office. He looked up and asked, "What's this about?"
I put the ruler on his desk, lifted my dress and slip, and peeled down my panties as I explained, "I screwed up and could have damaged the reputation of the business. We kept that thing to deal with errors like this and I'm ready to take my punishment."
I lay across the old oak table and waited. When nothing happened I looked back and he was still sitting at his desk. He said, "I thought I made it clear that you did not need to be punished."
I replied, "Maybe you thought I had cleaned the slate but I haven't. Please. I need it."
He picked up the ruler and moved behind me. The impact of the wood drove me into the table and I barely held in a screech. It was even worse than I remembered but I had asked for it so I stayed in position. Rather than striking immediately he asked me to explain why I went to bed with that man. A second hard swat induced me to tell him I was mad at him and acted foolishly. He said, "I know you acted foolishly but there are better ways of letting me know when I upset you. What exactly did I do?"
I felt my face flush with shame when I mentioned the trivial matter of his annoying habit. He said, "Oh; I didn't realize I did that. If it bothered you it might also bother others. Thanks for telling me. I'll be more careful about that in the future. Is that all the problem was?"
I shook my head but refused to answer. A refusal that only lasted one more swat. I told him about not liking it when he took me to the room and left me to satisfy myself. That led to my relating how frustrated it made me and that I was anxious for any man to fill me.
He said, "I see. Well, I don't intend to stop sessions like that but I'll make you a deal. If you are willing to wait three days I'll see to your needs the way we did in the hotel."
I nodded acceptance of his offer but remained on the table with my bottom available to the severe punishment of the ruler to continue. When he walked away I turned to see him back at his desk. He said, "I think those three with the ruler will do. We have work to do so pull your panties back up and go back to your office. However, we're not done. There is another matter I'll want to deal with. We'll discuss this further after dinner."
Luckily we did not have to communicate with each other the rest of the day. After dinner I got to the library before him so correctly assumed my punishment would be in the special room. When he joined me he said, "I want to read the paper. That will give you sufficient time to get ready. Go and put your pajamas on. Then wait for me in the other room as usual."
As I rose I wondered about my panties. When he spanked me in my pajamas he wanted me to wait with them at my ankles but in the little room he liked to see them on my bottom. So I asked, "Panties up or down."
He snorted, "Up of course. This is not going to be the way I spank you for lying. Get moving."
I hurried to do his bidding and then waited an interminable time for his arrival. I could see that the paddle was going to be my special friend this evening but what confused and concerned me was the set of cuffs on the hat rack.
I stiffened when I heard the door open and as usual he spent some time looking at me before moving to the chair. What followed was not out of the ordinary. Soft caressing, gentle swats that got harder, panties down and then the paddle. While it hurt as it was supposed to I was expecting something much more.
Then he slipped his hand between my legs which I was surprising since my panties were at my ankles. I moaned a little as he enhanced my arousal to a point short of climax. That's when I discovered the way he intended to punish me. I was put on my feet and the bottom half of my clothes were replaced. He sent me to the rack to get the cuffs and locked my hands behind me. I was sent to my knees to service what he extracted from his pants and then he said, "Thank you. That was very nice. Now, off to bed with you."
I fully understood. I was not going to be able to satisfy my own itch. However I had a concern about normal bodily functions and he said, "If you feel the need come to my room. I will take the cuffs off and you can have your privacy in the bathroom but if I think you are taking too long and touching yourself we'll go right down to the office for an extended session with the ruler."
I accepted his rules and took advantage of his offer before heading to my own room. He not only got me turned on after the spanking but the fact that I couldn't do anything about it just added fuel to the fire. I was briefly tempted to find a way to rub myself against something but discarded the idea. I was being punished (albeit in an odd way) and found it impossible to sneak out of it.
In the morning I again had to visit his room. As he promised I had my privacy for personal business but when it came time for me to take a shower he put towels on the floor and I had to keep the curtain open so he could be sure my compliance. He also monitored my dressing and left my hands free for breakfast. When we got to his office he said, "There's nothing pressing that you have to do today so I want you to stay here. You can sit down if you like."
I chose the padded chair and he looked me over before telling me to stand up. He raised my dress in back and had me sit again. Then he adjusted the front of my dress so it was up to my waist and said, "That's better. Now spread those beautiful legs wide apart. That's a good girl. Keep them like that."
Do I have to say my forced exposure and semi-helpless state kept me aroused? Well, it did and each time he either ignored me and worked on some papers or stared directly at my crotch I felt another surge. After an hour or so I asked for a bathroom break and upon my return he had me remove the dress and slip before rebinding my wrists. Standing in the center of the room (no sitting this time) with just my underwear on was humiliating and kept me on the edge. I was allowed to put my clothes on and have my hands free for lunch and then back to the office where I stripped as before only adding my bra to the pile; neatly folded of course.
He needed to go to the files a few times and gave my nipples a tweak or two on the way. Another short break and the rest of my clothes were gone. His all too frequent trips to the files gave him plenty of opportunities to tweak my breasts and add a few slaps to my bottom to the mix.
If you had told me a man could keep me on the edge of orgasm most of the night and almost all morning and afternoon I'd have thought you were crazy but that's just what he did. I finally started moaning and begging him to let me find release. That's when he left the office and returned a moment later with a towel that he put on the chair. He sat me down again and made me put my feet on the edge so I was widely exposed like the time I was with the butler. Another few minutes of my begging and he said, "The swats I gave you yesterday were for what happened at the convention. Last night and today were for another reason. Care to take a guess?"
I was finding it hard to catch my breath but I managed to say, "This was to teach me not to complain when you make me satisfy myself after a session where you don't use me."
He nodded, "Correct. Bend forward as far as you can. Don't worry; you won't fall. I'll hold you up."
I was leaning into one of his hands while the other freed my wrists. He gently pushed me back so I passed upright and was slouched back in the chair. My feet were still on the edge and I was as exposed as before. He stepped back and said, "Go ahead."
It was very embarrassing to touch myself with him watching but my need was stronger than my modesty. I came almost immediately and he had me do it again. I had my hand ready to comply if he wanted to see a third one but instead he had me stand, put the towel on the arm of the chair and bend over it so he could drive me to that third one in a most delightful manner.
After we cleaned ourselves up a bit he asked my advice on his latest proposal. Somehow it didn't strike me a terribly odd to be the confident business woman standing next to her mentor completely naked.
A week later I informed the last of the people who knew of my old boyfriend that we had separated. This time my panties joined my pajama bottoms at my ankles when he came to 'punish' me.
Then came the day I'll never forget. He came into my office and said, "This project is in pretty good shape. Let's take a break. Take a walk with me."
I wasn't concerned; just curious so I asked where we were going. When he mentioned the old playhouse I had to ask, "Do you have your knife with you?"
He laughed and answered, "I always carry it and I might consider giving you another taste of the switch sometime but not today. Your bottom is safe for a while; I have another reason for taking you there. For the moment please trust me."
I agreed and when we got to the spot we sat next to each other on the bench. He reached for my hand while looking at the remains of the small house.
He said, "I had this bench put here so I could have a quiet place to think and reflect on my life. Remember when you asked me why the previous owner sold the estate? It is related to this old building. He let it fall apart because there was no one to use it. He was the last of his family and never had any children. I know this sound foolish but I come out here quite often and just sit and look at it. I'm haunted by the fear that some day I will be like him. Unmarried and alone with a playhouse that will never be rebuilt."
This was a side of him that was completely new to me and I tried to comfort him. "I wouldn't think that's a problem for you. I'm sure there are quite a few women who would love to bear your children. If you're really lucky they'll even let you spank them."
He sighed, "You are right. All I have to do is put the word out that I'm looking for a wife and there will be a line at my door. In fact, the line has been there for some time. The problem is that I've been too busy with my business; I've never taken the time to really get to know any of them. I guess just as significant is that I never let any of them get close enough to really know me. Any of the women after my fortune would agree to endure anything I demanded but that's not what I'm after. I'm old-fashioned enough to want one I truly loved and who would feel the same way towards me."
I closed my eyes and almost told him about the change in my feelings towards him during the last few months. I thoroughly enjoyed being with him and started to realize I didn't submit to the switching or the last time he took me to the room just out of loyalty or obedience to his authority. I wanted to please him but not in the way I felt when I thought of myself as his slave. We were both lost in our thoughts for some time before he broke the silence. "I want to rebuild that someday but there must be children to play in it. I want them to be our children."
You could've knocked me over with a feather. I gulped and stammered, "What?"
He slid off the bench and knelt at my feet as he produced a small box from his pocket. He said, "I bought this last week and have been carrying it ever since. I have gambled on business deals involving millions of dollars and never felt this nervous. Will you marry me?"
I took a look at the ring he held out to me and said, "That's a pretty large diamond. People will get the idea I'm marrying you for your money. Don't you have anything less garish?"
Of course I was just joking but he smiled and replied, "The old touch hasn't left me. I had a feeling you'd feel that way so in fact I do have another one. How's this?"
Rather than one huge stone this one was much more subtle and it was the most beautiful ring I ever saw. I said, "That's better but I need to know one more thing. Would you still spank me?"
He stood up and had me do the same. A moment later he sent my jeans and panties south and I was over his lap. After he gave me one really good swat he asked, "You mean like this?"
I answered with a smile, "That's the general idea but feel free to continue the demonstration."
He did and got my bottom fairly hot before slipping the ring on my finger. Then we gave the trees a ringside seat to two people making love on the grass with plenty of wonderful kisses.
As we were getting dressed I mildly chastised him. "I thought you were a man of your word. You said my bottom was safe."
He defended himself. "I only said it was safe for a while; I did not say for how long."
That night he took me to his bedroom where my rear end got a little touch-up before a long frolic. Waking up with a smile on my face was nothing new but having the man I love next to me at the same time was absolutely wonderful.
When we told my folks of our engagement Mom was considerate enough not to say "Aha, I knew you were sleeping with him." but the tone of her voice sent the message through loud and clear. Aside from that she was overjoyed as the prospect and immediately started planning the wedding. It was all we could do to keep it to a fairly small affair.
On the plane heading back to our house he mentioned that Dad had called him aside for a special talk. The traditional 'father of the bride' questions about how his new son-in-law would support his daughter and his plans for the future were superfluous but he did have thing or two to say as advice. My eyes opened wide when he told me that Dear Old Dad brought up the subject of spanking. He reminded the groom of the time they had to punish me when they came to visit and added that I would probably still need that sort of guidance from time to time. He recommended the purchase of a suitable implement that would grace my bottom and keep me in line. What really caused me to gasp was Dad's mention of the old family strap. According to my seatmate Dad said, "I would give you that thing but I hate to part with it. Her mother gets a bit uppity from time to time and a good strapping does her a world of good."
I couldn't believe it. Dad spanks Mom with the strap and I never knew it. As I was coming to terms with the revelation my husband (and I love calling him that) patted my hand and said, "I assured your father that I was fully prepared to see that your rear end was not neglected when it needed it. What I didn't say was that I intend to give that part of you plenty of attention anyway."
Doesn't he say the sweetest things?
When we got home again the staff was there to meet us with hugs and good wishes. Then the butler said, "Everything is as you requested Sir."
My husband (and I still love saying that) led me to our special room. The place was festooned with flowers and crepe paper and a small bed had been added to the furnishings. But in the center of the room was the familiar table and chair. I kicked off my shoes and he spent a long time getting my bottom ready for both the paddle and the strap but only a few swats with each before we tossed our clothes on the floor and made good use of the bed.
That about ends my story but you're probably wondering about my book. It was moderately successful for a short time but not enough to call for a sequel.
Oh, and one last thing. Six months and many spankings after our wedding I semi-casually said, "I think it's time to get that playhouse rebuilt."
He grabbed me and kissed me all over. Life is good.
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