Admission Price

Chapter Nine

Exhausted by her ordeal yet strangely on edge, Zara went upstairs after hanging her raincoat up to dry in the utility room. She lay down on the bed just dressed in her stockings and stared at her naked body in the mirror for a moment before rolling over and looking at her bottom cheeks. To her disappointment, there was no sign that she had been spanked and she frowned then tentatively smacked her own softness, watching the flesh wobble slightly under the impact. There was a gentle sting after she spanked herself several more times but it was vaguely disappointing as she could not really manage to spank her own flesh hard enough. Having somebody do it to you was so different as then you had no control over how hard or how often they spanked you, she thought. Would he do it again? She smiled as she realised that she hoped so.

Still excited by the morning's events, Zara pulled her vibrator out of the bedside drawer along with the anal plug and the chains with their attached clamps. She fitted the latter first, tightening the jaws on her nipples cruelly until she was hissing in pain then doing the same to the metal clamps on her labia, feeling the soft flesh crushed underneath. The pain pulsed through her body, stimulating her clitoris and she stroked along the wetness gently before she parted her bottom cheeks and stroked some of her moisture down over her tight anal bud. The tiny hole glistened after a while and she pressed the anal plug against the wrinkled flesh and pushed hard, sighing as her bottom hole opened up gradually and the bulbous head sank into her darkness. Her anus contracted and throbbed around the intruder, beating in time with her crushed nipples and pink folds as she picked up her vibrator and switched it on.

Zara teased the buzzing head down towards her nipples which appeared to be twice the size of normal as they bulged out above the constricting clamps. She touched the vibrator to one and jerked suddenly as a flash of arousal shot into her body as the swollen flesh was so sensitive. Bravely, Zara repeated the action, managing to keep the buzzing head on for longer though her body writhed and wriggled on the bed. She alternated between breasts, teasing each nipple in turn as the delightful jolts of pain mixed with pleasure pierced her senses time and time again. Moving the toy down, Zara felt her mouth go dry as it got closer and closer to her crushed folds. She placed it on her pubic bone and felt the delicious tremors running down into her clit while her pussy seemed to melt with heat. She pushed the vibrator a little further and gasped as it touched her swollen bud, stinging it into pulsing life that made her whole being ache with arousal. A spurt of love juice soaked her thighs and then the duvet beneath her and suddenly she was coming, clamping her thighs around the buzzing head of the vibrator as powerful waves of pleasure swept through her senses and up into her brain.

A long, hot bath soaked away Zara's soreness afterwards. She lay there and stroked her body in pleasure, feeling more alive than ever before as it responded to her tender touch. If only she had known that you could get such delight from having a mystery man as your lover then she would have found one years ago, Zara thought to herself wickedly. He had found her though and she was very glad he had although she did want to know who it was. His voice was quite distinctive but she could not place it even though she was sure that she had heard it somewhere before. He definitely wasn't a work colleague though so perhaps he was somebody she had met on a course or in a meeting? She sighed in frustration at not being able to identify him then pulled out the plug and watched her body emerge from the soapy water.

Work was a pain the next day. Normally, Zara faced it with equanimity but it seemed that everyone expected her to sort out their problems. Most were trivial but she did have to terminate one girl who had been caught taking other people's possessions during her breaks. That sort of thing was never pleasant and Zara was looking forward to getting home and relaxing when she walked out of the office, locking it securely behind her, and headed for her car.

The late evening sunshine bathed her face with warmth and she felt the trials and tribulations of the day start to slip away with every footstep further away from her work. Then she frowned, screwing up her bright blue eyes to stare into the sun as she saw the flyer on her windscreen. How did those people get into the private car park? she wondered in annoyance before she noticed that it was actually a cream envelope and not an advertising leaflet.

Her heart leapt with excitement and trepidation as she pulled the envelope out from under the windscreen wiper which had held it firmly in place. She unfastened the flap and pulled out the note inside, scrutinising it quickly, face flushing as she took in the contents. For a moment or two, she was determined to disobey such was her desire to get home after her aggravating day at work. She even opened the car door and was about to slide into it but something held her back. She read the note again and sighed then locked the car door and headed back to the office, keys jangling in her hand as she prepared to unlock the front door.

It was only as she stripped off her clothes in her office and positioned herself over her desk that Zara suddenly wondered how he knew where she worked. Was there anything her master did not know about her? Then she closed her eyes and waited, fantasising about his hands spanking her once more as the clock on the wall ticked loudly round. The wait seemed interminable and Zara started to worry. What if something had happened and he couldn't come? What if one of her colleagues popped back for a file they had forgotten? She shot a quick glance at the clock and saw that it had only moved on five minutes at the most. Patience, she told herself sternly, closing her eyes once more and trying to relax.

The faintest of noises alerted her and she swallowed hard and found herself praying that it would be him rather than someone else. The door to her office creaked open and she heard footsteps then she jumped as his hand smoothed over her bottom.

"It is good to know that you can follow instructions, Zara...sometimes!"

"What do you mean, sir?" she inquired, puzzled by his statement.

"What did the previous note say? The one I left in your coat pocket?"

"To drive home naked," whispered Zara, face reddening.

"And did you?"

Zara stayed silent, unwilling to incriminate herself or to dissemble.

"Did you?" asked the man again, punctuating his question by smacking her bare bottom very hard. Zara yelped as the sting shot into her skin and mumbled a response only to be spanked again hard as he stated, "Speak up, Zara!"

"No, I didn't, sir," she answered, blushing as she admitted the truth.

"I know that you didn't, Zara, because when I drew up alongside you on my motorbike, I could only see part of your breasts and not all the beauty of your body. That was very disappointing so I am going to punish you for being disobedient.

"Yes, sir," responded Zara, hoping that he was going to smack her arse again and make it radiate heat down into her pussy like before.

"How many miles is it from your house to that stately home?"

"Um...er...about fifteen, I think," replied Zara, wondering why he was asking such a question.

"Then I will award you fifteen strokes of this nice wooden ruler which I found outside on one of the desks," he stated, suddenly tapping her buttocks lightly with the weapon.

Zara's heart skipped several beats as she felt the wooden implement tease her bottom cheeks. His hand had felt hard enough at first so what would the ruler feel like? She trembled in fear and, just for a moment, thought about defying him. She could easily leap off the desk and run away, she knew, and thereby save herself from agony. Did she want to though? Or did she want to experience something new once more? Being spanked had been totally new to her and, despite her initial fear, she had loved it. Would this be the same? Didn't she owe him her pain for being disobedient?

"Are you ready?" he asked, ruler still tapping on her soft flesh threateningly.

"Yes, sir," answered Zara, committing herself fully.

Zara heard the crack of the wood as it struck her flesh an instant before she felt the pain. Her knuckles whitened as she gripped the far edge of the desk and she squealed loudly. Her hips jerked forward into the hard edge of the desk and her bottom cheeks wiggled sensuously as she tried to cope with the blinding pain that flashed into her mind. A large hand reached out and stroked her bottom, soothing the wealed flesh for a moment before her mystery man remarked, "So much noise, Zara! I think that I might need to find a gag for you!"

He moved away for a few moments then returned and she felt softness pushing against her lips. She opened wide and then inhaled the faint but familiar scent and realised that it was her own panties that he was pressing into her mouth. The indignity brought tears into her blue eyes and then came the second stroke and she grunted through the gag, eyes bulging as the pain exploded into her senses.

It was on the tenth stroke that Zara became aware that she was pushing her buttocks up slightly and offering them to the hard ruler. Something had changed in her mind and body and she was no longer struggling to cope with the pain but enjoying it as it bit deep into her flesh. The sharp stinging sensation was exciting her and she could feel her quim dribbling moisture; something that caused her to flush bright red with shame as he teasingly trailed the ruler up her thighs then between her legs and commented on the shiny snail trail left upon its dark wood. He whipped the ruler down across the back of her thighs then for the final five strokes and she squealed into the gag of her own knickers, tears rolling down her cheeks in abundance as pain vied with pleasure for supremacy. The last stroke left her thighs burning, heat flooding through her senses whilst her body trembled and shivered as the pain rushed through it.

If only, thought Zara. She wanted to feel his cock sliding straight up into her pussy then, parting her pink folds and filling her up completely. Instead, he pulled her back slightly towards him then slid the hard ruler between her spread thighs and rubbed it back and forth. Excitement grew in her body as the hardness teased over her wet folds and pulsing clit. She fought against the pleasure, trying to deny her body as she felt so ashamed of how she was responding to being beaten and then teased by an inanimate object. It was no use, however, as the ruler moved more quickly, slithering back and forth over her soaking slit while her body shivered with delight. A rich, red flush of rapture spread down her body, chasing the whiteness out as it seethed through her breasts. Her arse cheeks jiggled and bounced as she pressed her pussy lips down onto the hard wood, grunting and groaning through the gag in ecstasy as she came. Her pussy leaked sweet juices copiously and they pooled on the wooden ruler, making the surface glisten as if it had been newly varnished. Strength leached out of her body and she slumped down onto the surface of the desk, breath rasping in her ears as the sweet sensations of her climax continued to ripple through her body.

Tear-stained and blurred, Zara's eyes were wide open when her master stepped round the desk and rubbed his erect cock over her face. Unfortunately, she was looking down and not up and so all she could focus on was the impressive thickness of the gleaming head as it teased over her nose and lips before he reached into her mouth and pulled out the sodden material of her panties. In and out, his thickness slid, exciting her lips with the sensation of his shaft slipping over their soft surface. His hands gripped her black hair, pulling her onto his prick and making her accept more and more of it until it was lodged in her throat and she was trying desperately to breathe. She inhaled his arousal and excitement as his pubic curls brushed over her nose and cheeks, cock so far down her throat that she could feel his taut ball sac banging against her lips. Her body quivered with shamed delight each time that he forced his jerking cock deep inside and she revelled in serving him so intimately.

Zara could feel the veins in his shaft bulging as they slid over her lips and then the massive knob swelling in her throat and she waited eagerly to receive his hot spunk only to be denied as he abruptly withdrew and showered her face with his offering. Sticky come splashed all over her cheeks and chin, dripped down the side of her nose and even got into her eyes as she stared out at the spurting slit. More and more shot out of his cock and bathed her in hot cream that dripped down onto the top of the desk beneath her or seeped into her open mouth for her to swallow. Then her master moved away back behind her, hands smoothing down her bare back and onto her wealed bottom cheeks before he snapped an order at her to lick up all the mess from the desk.

"After all, I don't see why the cleaners should have to do it as they didn't make the mess!" he remarked and she knew that he was smiling as he left her office.

After clearing up the sticky spunk, Zara got up off the desk and ran to the window that overlooked the front door. She stared down and saw a man exit the building after a few seconds but he was wearing a cap so she could not make out any details at all. Frustrated, she got dressed quickly, leaving off her sodden panties and headed home, giggling as she drove while she replayed the scene in her mind. The taste of his come remained in her mouth; saltiness that she savoured. Each bump in the road reminded her of the ruler lashing down across her bare bottom cheeks and her pussy flowed with pleasure at the memories.