Scott Willard was a very successful business man. By the time he was 30 he owned half of the real estate in Houston. He was self made and made most his income in very wise investments. He was disgustingly charming, very Type A, 6'4" and had swimmers body with salt and pepper gray hair and a matching beard. Women fawned over him every where her went but no one could quite hold his interest like Daphne Jones.
He met Daphne though a submissive website. Being the boss man all day had increased his blood pressure and it was taking a toll on his health. At 40 his doctor put him on medication and told him that he needed to find an outlet to take the edge off.
Daphne was the first black woman he'd ever been interested in. She was so beautiful, she could've been a model. Standing at 5'8"and slender; she was highly intelligent, and was the first woman he ever met that challenged him mentally. She was a professor at a prestigious private university. Her demeanor was calm, yet she had an electricity about her that was hard to deny.
They had been meeting weekly for dinner and playtime once a week for a year. Scott was completely enamored by her and tonight he was going to take it to the next step. He wanted her to move in and own him 24/7. Instead of a keys to properties and cars, he would've preferred to give her 10 carat ring from Tiffany's but he knew that he needed to be patient with her.
He arrived in a chauffeured black suburban. He always met her in the lobby of her condo and waited with a dozen roses in hand. One time he thought he would surprise her and randomly bring her flowers at her university, that didn't go as planned.
He walked into her office and asked her secretary, Tammy, if she was available.
You could hear Tammy's school girl giddiness over the phone as she paged Daphne.
"There's a handsome silver fox asking for you with a bouquet of flowers."
Daphne already knew who it was. She greeted him and showed him into her office, locked the door, and closed the blinds.
"Not one for calling ahead are you?"
"I was in the area and wanted to sur... "
Before he could even get the sentence out of his mouth, Daphne unbuckled his slacks and whipped off his belt.
"You know that you are supposed to call before. I could've been in meetings or teaching."
"Yes, Mistress it won't happen again."
"Drop your slacks. Be a good boy and bend over my desk."
Scott did as told always. Daphne stroked his cock and got him nice and hard before she smacked him across his bottom 10 times with his own belt. He had welts for a week. After he pulled up his pants, Daphne said," but you can take me out for lunch." That was the last pop up visit her ever did on her, even though the spanking made him drip pre cum on her rug.
Scott arrived at the condo, flowers in hand wearing dress slacks, a button up shirt, tie, and a sports coat. He always dressed impeccably; all the way from his Italian leather shoes to his watch. Daphne arrived in the lobby looking stunning. She had her hair in a high bun with chopsticks, a black lacy tight fitting dress, and strappy sandals.
"You look radiant," he always acted like school boy with a crush everytime he saw her. He would stumble over words and look down if she gazed into his eyes too long.
"Not too bad yourself cowboy."
