Mr. Storm
Her laugh as she sits with James is like music to my ears. It tingles down my spine like a waterfall of tones, easing my tense shoulders. It is not forced or false. It is pure and true. She likes the easygoing nature of one of my best friends. She doesn’t care that he is bald or obesed. She hears his jokes and laughs because she finds them entertaining. I sigh and close my eyes savoring the angelic sound.
James and I have been friends for a few years now. I met him and his wife of many years in the private BDSM club that I attend. We found that we had much in common and we enjoyed each other's company. But we never scene together. He and his wife only scene with each other and occasionally they bring in another sub. But I have watched their scenes and they have watched mine.
LillyThis has been the most confusing day ever. I have no idea what runs through the head of my boss. Why would he even sp… punish me like that? Is that something he usually does to his employees? A frown falls on my lips with that thought. I don’t want him to do this to other employees. I want him for myself.I stiffen at that thought. No. That is not true. Right? I don’t have any kind of claim on my boss. I shake my head and continue cleaning up the mess in the conference room. When I’m finally done the time shows a quarter to five. Over an hour left until I’m to meet with Nate. I sit down and check the email once more and make sure that Mr. Storm’s schedule is correct. Then I knock on the doorframe of Mr. Storm’s office.
Mr. StormI can understand why people become stalkers. That is what I feel like right now. When she said good night I knew that she wasn’t leaving just yet. I saw her, purely accidental, going to the large ladies room we have on our floor. A few minutes later her friends from the office entered the same room. The office was mostly quiet so I could hear them laugh in there, doing whatever women do in a ladies room.A short time before six Lilly left the room and left a large bag by her desk. She was wearing a gorgeous dress, way too classy for some deli-boy. I could see the red on her lips from the lipstick she wore. Her long blonde hair, which usually is up in a tight hairdo, was loose and fell in soft waves down her back.As she
LillyMonday morning rolled in as a bill in the mail. It was raining and I dropped my phone on the ground so now it is in bits and pieces. Then the bus never showed up and when the next one came it was already crowded beyond what should be allowed. To make things worse, the disgusting man that always sits next to me, stood right behind me. I am sure that I felt his hands on my butt more than ten times. And when the busdriver made a hard break he grabbed my hips and rubbed whatever part of his groin he could from beneath his fat stomach, against my behind.When the bus finally came to my stop I couldn’t get out fast enough. I gave the man an angry and disgusted glare but he only leered back at me. I wanted to burn my clothes and bathe in acid after that busride.
Lilly“Those are not panties for a good girl like you. There will come a package for you with something more fitting. Until then you will have to do without.” He says matter of factly and my jaw drops to the floor.“I can’t go around the office without underwear, Mr. Storm.” I say in horror. The corners of his mouth rise slightly.“You do not have a choice. You are not to wear undergarments like those again. Unless I instruct you to.” He walks up to me and takes my hand. He leads me around the couch and sits down. Then he pulls me down to straddle his lap. His arms go around my body. One of his hands presses my head against his chest. At first I felt embarrassed about the position but soon I relaxed. “I have something
Mr. Storm“The date with Nate?” She says with furrowed brows. Her taking his name in her mouth as she sits on my cock has a possessive feeling going through me. My fingers tighten on her hips and I thrust hard up into her. She gasps out of surprise and tries to move with me but my hands hold her steady, making sure I reach as deep as I can.“You should not mention his name while you’re sitting on my cock!” I give her a few more gentle thrusts and this time she moans and moves to meet me. When I again stop she whimpers but compiles immediately. My good little girl is a fast learner. I smile at that and one of my hands moves up to caress her cheek. She leans into my touch and closes her eyes.“I’m sorry, sir.” She whispe
Lilly“I’m so sorry, Mr. Storm! I will clean it up immediately!” I rush out as the coffee slowly makes its way across his desk and over the documents I just printed out for him. I can feel tears burn behind my eyelids.“I will take care of this, Miss Gaard!” He presses out between gritted teeth. “You just print the documents again and get me a new cup of coffee.”“Yes, yes. Of course, Mr. Storm!” I hurry out of his office to print out the documents, again. He needs them first thing tomorrow morning for an important meeting. This was not the first time things like this had happened. It’s not even the first mistake for today. I make mistakes and cause disaster severa
Lilly “Close the door and lock it. Then go to the back of the couch.” “Wh-why?” I ask apprehensively. “Just do as I say or I will add to your punishment.” He says and I can feel that he means what he says. I hurry over to the door and lock it and then I hurry over to the couch. “Face the couch.” He says and I obediently do what he says. Now I’m standing with my back towards his desk. “Good girl. It seems that you can do at least something right.” I only huff at that, feeling anger and irritation rise in my chest. Suddenly I feel one of his large hands low on my back, just above my butt and I jump at the contact. I didn’t hear him walk up to me. Then I feel his breath on the side of my neck. “Take of
Lilly “That has now earned you five more strokes.” He says in a calm voice. His hand slowly strokes the area he just slapped. “Which makes it thirty four left.” “No. Please Mr. Storm. I’m sorry. I won't curse again.” I beg him. I do not want five more of that. He never answers. Instead he slaps me again and again and again. I cry out and beg him to stop, but never curse. My tears are flowing from my eyes as the pain from his spanking registers in my brain. But there is not only pain. With horror I feel my sex overflow with slickness as arousal tingels through my body. After I don’t know how many slaps, he pauses. “Do you remember the safeword?” No, I do not. At least not while he was beating the cra