A submissive swoons for his strict mistress, who knows exactly what to do with her favorite naughty boy.

Beginning the day with a hot ass definitely put me in an interesting frame of mind. That Monday morning I stood on the subway. Not because there weren’t any seats, but because I couldn’t imagine sitting down. At work, I found myself perched on the edge of my office chair. I couldn’t comfortably sit the way I normally would have. I craved a cushion, but I was fairly sure bringing in pillow would raise eyebrows among my less-than-kinky coworkers.

“Hey, Steve, why are you carrying that pillow?” I imagined people saying. How would I respond? “Well, Jude gave my backside a proper hiding this morning, so I thought a little extra padding might make the day more comfortable.”

Right. That wouldn’t cause a commotion.

An hour into my workday, my girlfriend, Jude, called to check how I was doing. No, that’s not the real reason. She wanted to gloat. She loves to spank me bright and early on Mondays. She gets a thrill as she imagines me struggling through my day with her handprints on my ass cheeks.

“Sitting pretty?” she asked.

“Standing pretty,” I responded, and I was. I’d divided my tasks into ones I could do standing and ones for which I’d have to sit — the latter I planned on delaying as long as possible. Perhaps even until the following day, if I could manage it. That morning, I’d decided to organize my office, spending a lot more time than usual at the filing cabinet and printer.

“Smart ass,” Jude snarled.

“Not so much,” I said, remembering what had made her put me over her lap that particular morning. She’d woken me with her hand wrapped around my dick. But my mind had wanted to linger in my beautiful dream about the two of us at a BDSM club in the city that featured a spanking horse. Jude was wielding a cat-o’-nine tails and looking deliciously wicked. I wanted to ride out the last moments of that fantasy. I’d muttered something about “two more minutes,” but she hadn’t appreciated my response. That’s how I’d found myself sprawled across her lap while she’d hand-spanked me before finishing the job with her favorite paddle.

That was one way to wake me up!

She’d punished me until she felt my rock-hard dick pulsing against her thigh. Then she’d told me I could get her off, but I was not allowed to come myself. That was the sweetest form of torture. On her orders, I settled against the cool black sheets — my ass hot and throbbing — as Jude rode me. She really worked me, riding my pole like a madwoman. I had to hold myself in check. She’d warned me not to shoot. If I came inside her, she’d undoubtedly spank me again. Or perhaps she’d do something else. Like make me wear a butt plug to the office.

I managed to hold myself together — barely. Jude reached a blissful orgasm and smiled at me as she slid off my raging erection with her hair tousled and her eyes bright. I’d passed her test.

“Good boy. You’ll get a reward tonight.”

“What sort of reward?” I couldn’t help but ask.

“Wouldn’t you like to know…”

I dressed gingerly. My butt was sore, and my dick was hard. I wished I could blow off work to stay home and fuck Jude all day long. But she was already dressed and heading into the office herself. There was no choice but to wait until later.

What a Monday.

Of course, after lunch my boss scheduled one meeting after another. I found myself sitting down far too often. Every time I moved, I was reminded of Jude’s spanking, and every time I remembered, my dick throbbed. Yes, my girlfriend knows me well. She knows exactly how to push my buttons.

Near the end of the workday, she called again.

“How are you doing, baby?”

“I’ve got blue balls like you wouldn’t believe,” I told her softly.

“Would you like a little relief?”

“What are you offering?”

“Come for me.”

“I’m at work, Jude.”

“I know where you are.” Her laugh was light. “Come for me.”

“You’ve got to be kidding.”

“Are you disobeying?”

Was I? I put the phone down for a moment and locked the door to my office.

“Okay,” I said. “I’m back. What do you want me to do?”

“I want you to take out your nice, thick dick and work it with your hand.”

Hadn’t I wanted to do that all day? Hadn’t I fantasized about jerking off since I’d felt the first sharp sting of her paddle against my ass at dawn? I obeyed, wrapping my fingers around my impossibly hard erection as Jude then instructed, “Now tell me how you feel when I spank you.”

Christ. She wanted me to talk while I manhandled myself? My darling domme was really firing on all cylinders. In a low tone, I replied, “You know… ”

“I don’t. Tell me.”

“Turned on,” I said. My voice was quiet, but my dick was loud. I mean, it was a raging beast in my hand. I could remember in exquisite detail how I’d felt that morning, bent over her lap while she punished me with her palm. Then holding myself as still as possible when she’d traded up for the painful paddle. I had a feeling Jude wanted to hear about the sensations in great detail. The fact that I was at work only added to my mortification.

“Louder,” she said. “I can’t hear you.”

I cleared my throat. I moved as far away from my door as I could. In what was basically a hoarse stage whisper, I said, “It turns me on.”

“I had her coming like a she-cat, growling as a major orgasm crashed through her.”

She made a tsk sound with her tongue. She wasn’t pleased. What was I supposed to do? Suddenly inspired, I said, “Hold on a second.” Then I adjusted myself, took my phone with me and hurried down the long hallway to the stockroom. I shut the door behind me. There were no offices back there. I had more freedom to speak.

“When you spank my ass, you make my cock hard,” I said, speaking in a normal tone. Jude laughed, pleased. I continued to explain what my day had been like. “Work is a nightmare. All I want to do is come home and serve you.”

“That’s my boy,” she said. “Now spank yourself.”

“Excuse me?”

“Take down your slacks and spank your naked ass for me. Hard.”

The stockroom door did not have a lock. I moved so I was standing behind a row of shelves. Would she know the truth if I told her I’d spanked myself but didn’t?

“Put the phone down so I can hear the slap.”

Damn. She was one step ahead of me. I had a decision to make. I chose Jude. I set the phone on a shelf so I could unbuckle my belt and lower my pants. Then I held the phone in one hand and spanked my ass with the other. My dick throbbed painfully with that single punishing blow.

“Again!” she insisted when I brought the phone back to my ear.

I spanked myself once more.

“Now pull on your cock.”

I tugged my dick.

“Harder.”

I really worked my rod with my fist. I pushed out all thoughts of potentially being caught. Jude was the only thing that mattered.

“Make yourself come.”

But that was going too far. “I can’t.”

“You can’t or you won’t?”

I hesitated. There was too much risk in coming in the stockroom. I couldn’t make myself do it. Slowly, I tugged my slacks back up and said, “Tell me to do something else.”

“Go to the men’s room and make yourself come.”

That I could do. I took the phone with me and found the room empty. I chose the last stall, and while Jude peppered me with plans of punishment, I gave in to her demand and jerked off to completion.

“See?” Jude said. “That wasn’t so difficult, was it? Now you really will get a reward when you come home.”

“What reward?”

“You’ll find out,” she assured me before hanging up. I fixed my clothing, willed my dick to stay down and behave, and then headed back to my office in a daze. I knew I wouldn’t get a lick of work done for the rest of the day. My mind was consumed by Jude, what I’d just done and what she’d promised me.

A reward. My mind whirred. What sort of reward? Something sexy, for sure. Something I’d like. Otherwise, it would be a punishment and not a reward. My thoughts raced until it was finally time to leave.

On the commute home, I replayed sexy scenes between the two of us in my mind. I thought of Jude paddling me with a spatula one Sunday morning. I remembered the different times she’d used my own belt to tan my hide. Thinking of being spanked was its own erotic torture because I had to keep my dick in check. As soon as I arrived home, however, my cock sprang to full mast. Jude was already there, and she had left out a clue as to what I was in for — a wild slippery ride from the look of things.

On the table where I set my keys were a bottle of lube and brand-new anal beads, still in their shiny cellophane package. The beads were purple, dark like wine grapes, and tapered from the size of a large marble to a tiny pebble. My asshole clenched as I stared at them and called out to Jude, telling her I was home.

“You know what to do,” she called back.

Damn. I took off my clothes and neatly folded the slacks, shirt and underwear… then I lubed up the beads and prepared myself mentally. I like it better when Jude takes care of that sort of task, as she knows full well. Somehow, performing the act myself is more humiliating, but I know nothing turns her on as much as my total submission, so I relented. I worked slowly, pushing each bead deep inside my hole, one at a time. Then I took a breath and announced, “Done!”

“Not even close,” she said.

I looked up to see her standing in the doorway, having approached silently on stockinged feet. I didn’t know how long she’d been there. Obviously, she’d watched me put the beads up my ass. I felt my face flush with heat.

“You enjoying your present?” she asked coyly. I nodded. “Show me how much.”

I dropped to my knees and crawled to her. She was wearing a sheer dress over nothing, and I pressed my face to the split between her legs and started to lick her through the filmy fabric. She fisted my hair and yanked me away from her.

“You didn’t say the magic word,” she hissed.

“Please,” I begged.

“Please what?”

“Please let me lick your pussy.”

She seemed to be considering the request. I waited, almost breathless, desperate to press my face to her once more. I could smell the scent of her juicy cunt. All I wanted was her tang on my tongue.

“What will you do for me if I let you?” she asked. I had to do something before I could do something else? My mind spun.

“You can spank me,” I offered.

“I know that.”

“I mean, you can spank me right now, while the beads are in me, and then I’ll go down on you.”

“Would you like that?”

“We climaxed together, shaking the bed with the power of our pleasure.”

My bobbing dick said “yes” before my mouth did.

“If you’d like that, then how is it something for me?”

I was flooded with endorphins and having a difficult time putting thoughts into words. What would I do? I’d do whatever she asked. Whatever she wanted. I tried to come up with a brilliant idea; something she wouldn’t be able to resist. I wanted to lick her pretty pussy. I wanted to suck her clit.

“You could whip me while I eat you out,” I suggested. “At the same time.”

She liked that one. I crawled to my clothes and retrieved my belt. With only a little maneuvering, I was able to dine on her sweet snatch while she flicked the leather against my naked skin. She didn’t let me take off her dress right away. She made he eat her through the fabric. I got a little too aggressive and tore the sheer shift with my teeth. That won me an especially smart blow, but she sighed blissfully when my tongue met her naked wetness, so I knew she wasn’t really upset. Before long, she dropped the belt and hiked her hem to her waist.

“Make me come,” she demanded, “and then I’ll spank you with my hand.”

I did as she ordered, using my fingers to part her pussy lips, then ringing her clit with my tongue and sucking hard. She threaded her fingers through my hair as I employed all of the methods she loves best. I had her coming like a she-cat in heat, growling deep in her throat as a major orgasm crashed through her. She recovered in no time, spinning me around but keeping me on my hands and knees. Without delay, her firm palm connected with my naked hindquarters. I held myself as still as possible, but I felt my cock dripping pre-come. I was sure I’d manage to stave off my own orgasm — I have incredible discipline — but then she pulled the anal beads out one by one and I was done for.

“Jude… ” I groaned, feeling my climax threatening to break. I wanted her to know. I had to tell her… but it was too late. She pulled out the last bead, and I came in a rush, shooting semen all over the hardwood floor.

I felt as if I’d let her down, but Jude didn’t say a word. Instead, I heard her rustling behind me. I turned to see her buckling herself into a strap-on harness with an unfamiliar dildo. I watched as Jude transformed herself. With an intimidating faux cock bobbing before her, she sent me to fetch the lube. I obeyed and handed her the bottle.

I should have known the anal beads were only the beginning. She’d opened me up for the main event, and I stared at her hungrily as she lubed her cock from tip to stem. We’d played like this before, but not often. I was taken aback by how beautiful my domme girlfriend was with her dick in place and her eyes so hard and cold.

“Bedroom,” was all she said. That one word. I hurried to our room and then waited for her next instruction.

“Bend over the mattress,” she demanded, “and hold yourself open for me.”

Facedown on the bed, my fingers reached back. I parted my cheeks, and Jude pressed the head of her toy against my hole. I held my breath. She gripped one of my ass cheeks in her hand tight enough to leave marks. I knew I’d be admiring the ghost of her fingers the next day in the mirror. I love when she leaves handprints on me.

My dick had returned to full mast even though I’d just come. Then there was Jude, so calm and cool. She exuded the type of icy attitude that makes me worship her. Only when she thrust inside me and let out an unexpected sigh did I realize this was as much a turn-on for her as it was for me.

I thought of her going shopping with this night in mind. She would have hit our favorite toy store, searched out the beads she desired and bought a large bottle of lube. I imagined her choosing the perfect harness and then dawdling over the dildos until she discovered the one that best suited her needs. Her needs and mine, I should say, because that dildo was in me to the base.

For some reason — some inexplicable reason — Jude took pity on me. As she fucked me, she reached one hand under my body to grip my dick. Then she was squeezing me in time with her thrusts, and I was crying out her name and shaking all over. I’d just come on the floor. Now I was going to come on the bedspread, too.

But before I could, Jude pulled out of me and discarded the harness. “I promised you a reward,” she said, and to my delight and relief, she maneuvered herself under me. I hesitated, because I know that being in command is her ultimate aphrodisiac. My cock was poised and ready, but it wasn’t until I asked, “May I, Mistress? May I fuck you?” that she gave me the go-ahead.

I plunged into her immediately, and her sweet, juicy pussy contracted around me. Jude wrapped her legs around my waist and held on while I rode her. I stared into her bright green eyes and kissed her plump lips as pleasure ran from me to her to me again. We were connected, a conduit, and when I said, “Oh, Mistress, may I… ” she didn’t even need to hear me say “come” before she gave her approval.

We climaxed together, shaking the bed with the power of our pleasure, joined as tight as I could imagine. Only after the final flickers of bliss faded did we part.

“You did so well,” she said. “I couldn’t believe how loud you were on the phone for me today! Spanking yourself like that in your office.”

I felt myself start to blush. Not meeting her eyes, I confessed to having been in the stockroom. She gave me a stern look — one I recognized and treasured — and then with a tiny smile she reached for her paddle once more.

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