Summer Hire Ch. 16

Apparently her efforts were successful. Erik stood back up, his voice dropping a notch, "Oh yes."

Whack!

"Oww!" she yelped, unable to stop herself. She steadied herself and said, "One."

Erik chuckled, "You're allowed to cry out. But tell me, color?"

"Ah, lime green?"

"You mean green with a bit of yellow?"

"Yeah, that tawse thing's... ouch!"

Erik lightly skimmed the arc of her buttock with the tawse. She fought hard not to flinch. He said, "Indeed, this very tawse has disciplined hundreds of young ladies from the most privileged of England's upper class. Think of all those other young women, stretched across the headmistress's desk, their skirts gathered around their waist and their knickers on the floor around their ankle boots."

Whack!

"Unhh!"

"All waiting for this very implement to caress their butt."

"Two, Master. And... ah, that's kind of a funny notion of caress, Master."

Whack!

"Three!" she cried out shrilly. Her bottom felt like it was on fire. While the pain of the stroke was sharp, the afterglow created an enormously heightened sensitivity. He lightly skimmed the tawse across her rear yet again. Every nerve ending in her body seemed to jangle and cry out. She wasn't sure if it was excitement, pain, arousal, or all of those feelings combined. She was already so wet below that she couldn't rely on that signal to measure her body's response. On the other hand, she could feel wet streaks growing down the inside of both thighs, so she decided it was likely that at least some of her reaction was arousal.

Whack!

"Four!" She realized that she had been panting for awhile. The hyperventilation was making her feel a little lightheaded. She tried to slow down her breathing, but her anticipation of the next stroke only made it speed up again.

Erik pressed his hand gently, but firmly, into the small of her back. Then pressing his fingers against the tense muscles on either side of her spine, he slid his hand slowly upwards until he reached her neck. As he softly took his hand away, she realized that his firm caress had somehow released much of her fear and tension. Her breathing steadied. The heat in her rear was rapidly transforming into a powerful need for another orgasm.

Whack!

"Five." This stroke didn't hurt the same way. She didn't know if he had lightened up or if she was simply getting used to the intensity. Her head slid a little forward on the table as Erik rearranged her for the final stroke, parting her legs a bit wider. She was vaguely surprised to discover that she had been drooling from her mouth and had left a puddle behind. Without realizing it, she arched her back, presenting her buttocks for the final stroke.

Whack!

"Six..." Erik's finger slid inside her, pressing down on her G-spot. With an explosion, she threw her head up, arching back as an incredibly intense orgasm burst forth. She lost control of her arms and legs, flailing. Erik caught her as she fell back forward, just before her head hit the desk. Every muscle in her body was trembling. She hung in his arms, suspended, not caring that the warmth running down her leg was her bladder emptying. Her loss of control was near total.

Erik gathered her up in his arms, cradling her. He carried her over to an overstuffed reading chair in the corner of his office. Carefully, he sat down, snuggling her into his lap, with her head tucked into his shoulder. She purred softly, like a cat.

He chuckled softly, "I so enjoy doing that to you."

She murmured, "Beating me?"

He laughed, "That too. No, I meant giving you that sort of wonderfully intense orgasm."

"Hunh. Did I pee on your floor?"

"It's okay; I needed to get that rug cleaned anyway. I spilled coffee on it a couple of weeks ago."

"Sokay."

He stroked her hair as she drifted off to sleep.