Chapter 12 Stepping Stones
Monday morning, Mark was already at work when Emily arrived. She glanced in Steve's office and Mark said, "He's not here yet."
Emily nodded and looked at Mark, then he said, "How was your family?"
"My family?" Emily questioned.
"Yeah," said Mark, "The family that you visited."
"Oh right," said Emily, "They are fine. It was kinda boring but my parents wanted me to go," she fibbed.
She decided to change the subject. She said, "You are so predictable. You weren't even in my apartment for two minutes when you decide to snoop in my underwear drawer."
He looked at the floor, then he said, "I'm sorry I just, didn't think..."
"Oh bull crap," interrupted Emily, "You thought. You thought I was stupid."
"No; never," said Mark.
"Don't worry," said Emily in a cheerful tone, "I'll forgive you, right after your spanking."
"About that," said Mark, "I was really hoping we could avoid that."
Suddenly Steve walked in. Mark said, "Good morning Mr. Harris, how was your vacation?"
Steve glanced at Emily and she gave him a subtle wink. Steve said, "It was great; unforgettable."
"Good, good," said Mark.
"And how was your vacation Emily?" asked Steve.
She looked at Mark and then Steve. She said, "Well, visiting family can wear on you, but I actually had a really good feeling about it most days, and nights."
Steve looked nervously from Emily to Mark then he said, "Well, I'll be in my office getting caught up."
"Okay sir," said Mark.
He stepped in his office and closed the door. Emily moved close to Mark and said, "Be at my apartment tonight at eight o'clock, exactly. Not a minute earlier, or a minute later."
He gulped and said, "Yes Miss Emily."
Mark's day dragged on and Emily's order had the planned effect for Mark. He was thoroughly distracted as he dreaded his punishment.
That evening Emily was looking forward to a fun discipline scene with Mark. She took her time preparing by carefully shaving her pubic hair and intentionally teasing herself. She was deliberate about keeping herself near orgasm but not allowing herself to complete the task. Being horny always led her to more intense play. Only after she had completed Mark's spanking would she allow herself the pleasure of an orgasm.
She had purchased a new, black latex micro skirt and matching bra. She decided to wear a red thong to tease Mark. He was intimately familiar with her pussy but she would deny him the pleasure of seeing it until she had reddened his bottom.
By 7:50pm she was ready and she went to her bedroom to get her paddle and ball gag. She carried them out to her living room, placed them on the couch and sat down next to them. She reached over and turned on her Bluetooth speaker, then she used her phone to open her "Domme Session" playlist. She had updated it with some new songs. She turned the volume low and pressed play.
She reached up to caress her nipples and found the feeling of the thin latex strange. Her nipples still firmed but the latex material dulled the sensation as she dragged her fingernails back and forth. The harsh music helped her drift into a dominant frame of mind. She could feel her pussy getting wet as she anticipated the punishment she was about to dole out.
She watched the time on her phone as the top of the hour approached. The exact moment the time changed to eight o'clock she hear the familiar wrap on her door; two quick taps, a delay then a third. She smiled and reached down between her legs. She placed her fingertip on the fabric of her thong and pressed it to her clit. She didn't move at all, she just held firm pressure as she pictured Mark waiting outside her door. She suddenly got an idea and went to her room to get some extra implements.
Mark was genuinely nervous. He was horny, as he typically was, since Emily rationed his orgasms but, at the moment, his predominant emotion was dread. Emily's spankings were genuinely painful but he knew he had to take it.
He stared at the door and hoped that, somehow she wouldn't be home, that he would wait and eventually have to leave. Maybe that was her mind game, to make him worry about a spanking, but then delay to another day, only to worry more.
"Click!" the deadbolt unlocked loudly. Mark's stomach fluttered at the sound. The door swung open and he was stunned by Emily's look. She was a goddess. Her curly auburn hair cascaded over her shoulders. His eyes first went to her full breasts which were barely covered by her small, shiny black latex bra. He looked down, past her flat stomach to the tiny latex skirt hugging her hips. It couldn't have extended even one inch below her sex. Looking further he saw that she was barefoot and her toenails were painted red.
Then he looked up to her face. He noticed that her lips were painted red and they were curled into an evil grin. She wore severe makeup and the contrast of the dark accents with her crystal green eyes was stunning. His mouth dropped open in awe.
She stepped aside and Mark walked in. She closed and locked the door. She turned to Mark and folded her arms under her perfect breasts. He immediately began undressing. He removed his shoes and placed them beside the door. Then he began removing and folding his clothes neatly, placing them on his shoes. In a few moments he was nude and waiting for her orders. She stepped close to him and looked down at his penis. Of course he was completely hairless because he knew Emily despised pubic hair.
She looked down, reached out and grasped his growing cock. She spoke in a wistful, almost sad tone, "It's too bad your penis is so tiny. It's literally of no use to me, whatsoever."
"I'm sorry Miss Emily," said Mark.
She looked into his eyes. "Yes, you are sorry," agreed Emily, "You're a sorry excuse for a male. Between her touch and demeaning comment Mark's penis grew rigid, yet it was barely four inches long.
Mark enjoyed Emily's touch on his penis. He had never had sex or any experience with a woman touching him, other than Emily's cruel hands. She knew how desperate he was and she loved tormenting him by keeping him horny. However, she didn't want him to enjoy it too much. She raised her other hand, opening it and revealing two red plastic clothes pins joined by a short cord. Upon seeing them, Mark's mouth dropped open and she smiled. She released his rigid cock, reached up and began caressing his right nipple. It immediately firmed and she gently pitched and tugged on it. Once it was prominent she took one of the clothes pins and pinched it open. She lifted it to his vulnerable nipple, then slowly let the tiny red jaws close around it. Mark winced as the plastic device bit into his sensitive flesh.
Emily looked at Mark's face. She was amused at his obvious distress. She repeated the action on his left nipple, first teasing it firm, then applying the cruel little clothes pin. He was breathing heavily with his teeth clenched.
Very quietly Emily said, "Does that hurt?"
