Under His Discipline - Love Under Lockdown

I gave her a quick squeeze and a gentle spank, each eliciting their own response. Leaving one palm on the small of her back, I stroked the other one down to her tender prize and pushed three fingers inside. It was a lot, but it was also a kind of test to see how much she could take.

She let out a little cry at first but soon settled into it. Careful to keep stroking her back, I massaged her tender, virgin cunt until she exploded with a second orgasm, rattling and shaking on my fingers as she came all over my hand.

I took her around the waist and held her tight as she recovered.

When she got back to where she could support herself, I put her back into position and moved behind her. My pure little darling gasped deeply as I first made contact, stroking the big, warm head of my cock against her asshole.

I planned on taking her virginity the old-fashioned way—from the shy, inexperienced way in which she carried herself, I knew she was a virgin—but ever since she spilled the coffee, I’d wondered what her ass would feel like wrapped snug around my thick cock throbbing inside her like a second heartbeat.I woke up in a tangle of sheets and with a streak of fresh cum on my chest. My cock was still rock-hard.

It hadn’t been a dream or a fantasy. Not really. It was neither and both, almost like one of the wackier concepts in Quantum Physics. It commenced as a dream but quickly turned into a fantasy.

I wasn’t sure about the hows or whys. The only thing I knew for sure was that I desperately needed a shower.

While washing the cum off my body, I thought about my assistant again—not that I ever thought about anything or anyone else these days. It had been a week since she started, and I was getting to like her despite her obvious shortcomings.

She was sharp as a katana in some ways and seemed to be doing her best. She took direction well. Yes, there was definite potential there. She just needed to be properly trained, and if I had my way, I would be the one to teach and train her and soon.

I got to work later than usual but still well ahead of everyone except Elsa. I had never tested it, but I was sure that I could come in at five or six a.m., and she would already be there. There was a rumor going around that she never slept.

“She’s here,” Elsa said, before I had my jacket off.

“Who?”

She rolled her eyes.

“The tooth fairy. Charlotte, who else? She’s waiting in her office. She seems eager.”

“She’s early, for a change.”

“I know. I was surprised, too. I think she is trying to do a good job for you, chief.”

I grinned.

“Fancy that.”

To my surprise, the day was far from an unmitigated disaster. Charli, as I called her in my mind but never to her face, even made it through without screwing up too badly, which was a record for her.

Even then, the faux pas was minor and involved forgetting to include a napkin with my lunch. A situation that Elsa soon rectified by bringing me a paper towel from her own stash. Between the two of them, I had everything I needed.

“Enter,” I said in the afternoon, in response to Charli’s light knock on my office door.

I kept meaning to tell her she didn’t need to do that. It was an office, not a monastery. Nor was she going to awaken some kind of dreaded beast by knocking too loud. I didn’t bite— well, I did, but only those who wanted me to.

“Hello, Sir. I did the copying you requested and—”

What followed was like something from an old slap-stick movie. The reports flew up as Charli went down. The stark white sheets fluttered down around her like attacking birds.

I would have laughed if it hadn’t looked so painful. Instead, the emotion that overtook me was one of concern. Not for the reports, though they were important too, but for the girl on her hands and knees on my office floor.

Charli didn’t object as I helped her to her feet. She didn’t weigh a lot, allowing me to sweep her into my arms and place her onto the leather chair opposite my desk.

“I-I’m sorry, I—”

“Hush,” I ordered, and Charli stopped talking.

It came out rougher than I had meant it. I intended to be comforting, but some people found the way I spoke to be commanding and sometimes frightening.

“Are you hurt?” I asked.

“I-uh-yeah, it hurts a little.”

“Where?”

“My knees mostly, and my ankles.”

The cause of injury to her knees was obvious; both of them were afflicted with carpet burns. There wasn’t much we could do about that. The pain would go away in time.