Characters are at least 18 years of age.
Thanks to Alex3010 for editing.
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Evelyn heard Calvin unlock the door and practically skipped to the foyer to meet him.
"Hi-" The rest of her sentence died on her lips as she assessed the amount of trouble she was in.
Calvin wasn't smiling his usual devious grin. He looked tired, heavy. But he was on a mission, slamming the door behind him. As soon as he saw her, a number of expressions crossed his face. Lust and confusion, then annoyance. His brows furrowed in anger. Evelyn felt just as thrown off as Calvin looked. A wave of heat broke out over her as she watched him watch her. She couldn't think of what she'd done to deserve such a reaction. Which was why, when he took a step toward her, she took a step back. Calvin's eyes narrowed on her. His posture changed as he settled into a lower center of gravity, ready to lash out and snatch her. He took another step forward and she took another step back. Again and again and again. Evelyn's heart beat so hard she felt her entire body pulsing.
"Do I look like I'm in the mood to chase you?" he asked.
"N-no, Sir."
His words were clipped when he spoke. "Then what the fuck are you doing?"
Evelyn's knees locked as she froze in panic. She realized that Calvin was standing next to the chair she'd been next to when he'd come in. She'd been countering each of his steps with one of her own. Calvin walked the two steps it took to get her within arms length. He took a fistful of her hair in his left hand, yanking hard. Evelyn's howl of pain fell on deaf ears.
"What are you here for cunt?" He'd never called her that before. She felt goosebumps rise across her flesh. An undercurrent of lust flowed between them, despite his anger and her fear.
"Your pleasure, Sir."
"Then why have you displeased me?"
Evelyn craned her neck, wincing at the pain of her skull. "I didn't mean to. I'm sorry, Sir."
Calvin gave her a once over while his free hand traced the places his eyes passed over -- her lips, the dip of her collarbone where it met the straps of her dress, the swell of her breasts. He cupped her left breast, fingers pinching her nipple through the cotton fabric. Evelyn was panting by the time his eyes focused back on hers. Evelyn tried to press her thighs together. For a flash, she thought about how stupid that was, like having Calvin smell her arousal was the worst of her problems at the moment.
"You ruined my plans for tonight," he said, pinching harder. Discomfort. "I had such a shitty day and I was gonna come home and just -"
He twisted slowly, casually. Painfully. Evelyn tried pressing herself closer to him, but that didn't stop him from twisting harder. Evelyn opened her mouth to protest, but the look he gave her eliminated that option. 'Do it and see what happens,' he mentally dared her.
"Instead, I come through the door and see this." The look of disgust on his face countered the lust that seemed to be coming off of him in waves.
Evelyn felt his disapproval pulsing through her. Clothes. She was wearing clothes and she felt embarrassed, the way she would if she was naked out in public. This was so confusing - fighting those societal habits and triggers of shame drilled into her since birth.
Calvin tugged on Evelyn's twisted nipple and she finally cried out. He released his grasp on her and focused on calming down as he lead Evelyn to his bedroom. Even though he was furious that her disobedience had put a halt to his initial plan, it also gave him time to think. Until he'd opened that door he'd been set on taking all of his frustration out on her. He wanted to be more clear-headed. He wanted them to be more familiar, at least. Which is why he was somewhat grateful for the short walk.
As soon as they got to the doorway Calvin ordered her to take off her dress. Evelyn felt her fingers betraying her, shaking as she struggled to undo the buttons. Calvin raised an eyebrow in surprise as the fabric fell at her feet. No bra or underwear underneath.
"Kneel." Evelyn fell to her knees, hands clasped behind her head, eyes downcast. Calvin walked to his dresser, opening a drawer. Evelyn risked a peek, catching a glimpse of a wooden paddle before looking back at the floor. She took breath, focusing on the way her overheated skin felt against the cool, hard wood. Calvin's feet came into her line of sight.
"Lets review the rules that have been broken here. You had clothes on though we specifically agreed that you were going to be completely nude whenever you are in my home, correct?" His voice remained totally neutral, which, for Evelyn, was the worst part. The discussion before the punishment made her feel a weight of almost unbearable disappointment.
"Yes, Sir."
"You were not in your kneeling position when I came through the door, something else we agreed upon."
"Yes, Sir."
"And," he added with harsh emphasis, "I had to play that little game of cat and mouse with you on top of that? I think a spanking would be quite the appropriate punishment. Does that punishment seem fair?"
