She was beautiful, with an infectious smile and a filthy laugh. Her lines were a balance of dangerous curves, muscular tone and softness. Perfectly shaped breasts that even she was incredibly proud of and a full n' firm round ass that was crying out to be ravaged. Once tamed, never forgotten. And he had tamed her... and had not forgotten.
She had moved on. They still worked in the same place. She had a new boyfriend and told everyone she was pretty much in love. He heard the rumors through the usual water cooler channels and admitted a little jealousy to himself. For the most part they didn't see each other except for professional matters. Her tone was always courteous but ended at that. Nothing told him there was anything there, or had ever been.
Today was different. She'd called the office and asked if he wanted to have lunch. It had been a long time, and he thought she probably had a work related question. They met in their old favorite spot in the Atrium. She beamed her smile at him from beginning to end. She wasn't working that day and wore a perfectly fitted and rather flattering pair of jeans which seemed to have difficulty staying up at the back. Her tank top refused to get too close to her pants giving him more views of some once conquered territory. Laughing with him, touching his arm and thigh, making endless eye contact... It was just like old times. She was flirting one minute then telling him she was leaving the country in her the next breath. Talking about her current boyfriend while giving him the "come fuck me" eyes. From time to time, he would catch her glancing down at the front of his pants, as if looking for a sign of approval. He could feel it; She was really turning on the charms and none of it had anything to do with work.
When she got up to leave, he asked her point blank. "So... What was that all about?" She smiled and laughed. "Nothing. Just lunch." she said. Confused, he leaned forward to kiss her and she pulled away. "Umm. No." She said as her smile turned to a frown. "No." She walked away slowly, working her half showing ass as she went... and never looked back... Knowing he would watch every movement. He was left standing and confused. Wanting and rejected. He stewed... For days.
The door bell rang and she jogged down to the front door. Expecting her boyfriend, she greeted him with a smile! "Hey!... Oh." She said rather surprised. "It's you. I... Wasn't expecting you."
"I see that." He said as he brushed passed her and into the house. He headed for the kitchen where he found and began to fill the kettle. "Um, yeah, so make yourself at... home" she said rather sarcastically watching him look for tea bags.
He looked at her, unamused. "Actually, maybe we should skip the tea. I'm here to settle an issue."
She was looking rather embarrassed. She knew what this was about. "Lunch the other day?"
"Yes. You know, the one where you spent an hour trying to get me hard."
"What? No.. I..." She gasped
"Random lunch, wearing things you knew I would love, ass hanging out, flirting, touching me. Then giving me the cold shoulder. Not... acceptable. NOT at all."
"I didn't mean anything by it. I have a boyfriend now! And you know I'm leaving the country. I mean, c'mon. I would have thought you could figure it out. It's not like I said anything to lead you on. This is just silly."
"Silly? Seriously? SERIOUSLY? You can sit there and dare to tell me that was all in my head?!"
"Well, maybe you just saw what you wanted to see. I mean... I can understand! These babies ARE gin flavored after all!" She laughed, pointing at bulging mounds under her shirt.
He wasn't laughing.
"No? Too soon?" she said meekly but still giggling.
"Clearly, you don't seem to get what is and is not acceptable. It seems you feel you can get away with that bullshit and it will go unchallenged. Un-punished. Well, my dear, I have some news for you.... Stand up."
"What?!" Her face flushed red with surprise and a little annoyance.
"You heard me. Stand.... Up!" he said more firmly.
"I think you'd better leave" she said pointing at him then the door. Her tone was absolute as she rose to her feet.
In an instant he spun her around and all but threw her face down over the kitchen table. He was behind her, pinning the back of her knee to the table leg. He had a firm grip on the back of her neck. She reached back with her arms to push him away. He was expecting it. His grip fell straight to them and putting them behind her back, he squeezed her hands together. She was trapped and knew it. "Adam, let go of me. Please. I'm sorry, I know I shouldn't have teased you. I admit it Ok? I'm allowed to feel... desirable. Ok? Maybe I shouldn't have. It was harmless, I'm sorry."
She barely felt his subtle movement and didn't understand the significance until she felt cold steel and heard the ratchet of the first cuff go onto her wrist. "No!" she screamed. "No no no!" But it was too late. The second had found its mark and she was truly locked in. "I don't want it from you anymore. We're old news. Ok? Just stop. I don't want sex with you."
He laughed out loud. "Sex? SEX? My dear... who the fuck do you think you are?!? Sex? No no... I'm going to teach you a lesson."
She felt her mouth go dry as he began to unbuckle his belt. "You think you can tease me, play with my mind and walk away unscathed?" he hissed. "I don't think so." His belt slid from the loops one by one. "If I were you... I would just hope I'm lenient..."
His hands slid over her ass as he felt the target area through the thread bare material of her favorite pajama pants. He gripped the top edge and tugged downward. Hard. She let out a gasp as he almost tore them off her in one fell swoop. She tried to stand up but was slammed back down onto the cold surface.
"You played with me. So now it's your turn to be the toy." He said sternly
There she was, pants around ankles, her bare ass presented to him. Handcuffed and trying in vain to convince him to let her go. Instead, he reached for a towel and after rolling it into a rope, tied across and into her mouth. The dry fabric on her tongue muffled her voice now as she looked back at him. Her punishment was inevitable and well deserved. She was at his mercy.
The sound of his belt cutting through the air was unmistakeable. As was the slap and searing pain she felt as the first lash crossed her buttocks. One of her feet kicked back and up. Her back arched through the pain. A second and third lash brought a tear to her eye as her muffled cries fell on deaf ears. He once blemish-less ass was now a mix of crimson and purple as welts began to rise. He looked at her. "Are you getting the message now?" She quickly nodded in wholehearted agreement. "Are you... really?"
As his had glided gently over the now scorching hot stripes on her ass, his fingers slowly rode the edges of the cleft. Although barely perceptible, he saw it. A lesser man may have missed it. A look he remembered well. Her eyes had shut and her mouth widened wantonly for a moment. Her back arched by just millimeters bringing his fingers closer to home... An involuntary reflex.
