His Dirty Secret

Tyler spoke again, and this time his tone was informative; almost devoid of emotion. “When I punish you with a spanking, you will count the number of the spanks and thank me after each one. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Sir.” Isobel was almost breathless with excitement. If this was all a spanking was then she knew she would be able to handle it with ease.

The next time Tyler’s hand connected with her rump however, she had to rethink her last thought. The smack was slightly harder than the first one, and overlapped the position the first one had been placed, so it stung a little more.

It hadn’t hurt so much that she was going to forget what he had just told her though. “Two. Thank you, Sir.”

“Good girl!” The approval was back in his voice, and Isobel smiled, happily. Then his hand came down again and the smile disappeared. She counted a total of ten smacks, five on each cheek and each one harder than the one before, and she thanked him meekly for every one of them, although by the end of the ordeal she was gritting her teeth and wishing he’d hurry up and get it over with.

While the experience hadn’t been overly painful, it hadn’t turned her on either, and she was finding it hard to understand the attraction. She chanced a look at Tyler, noting that the bulge in his pants was even more prominent than before, so he was clearly enjoying himself and was visibly aroused even though it didn’t look like he intended to do anything to alleviate it at the moment.

She felt the warmth of his hand on her ass again, but this time it was stroking the tender flesh; soothing it and causing a delicious, sensual friction that had her moaning again. “That feels so good,” she said in a quiet voice.

“It feels better than the spanking did, huh?” Tyler’s voice was curious, but not stern, and Isobel felt confident enough to answer candidly.

“Can I be honest with you?” She lifted her head to look at Tyler as she spoke.

“I would be very displeased and disappointed if you weren’t.” Tyler reached a hand down and helped her to stand up. “In fact, it’s one of the things I insist on, and if I ever discover that you’ve been dishonest or held anything back that may be pertinent to our relationship or the care that I take of you, you can rest assured that there will be consequences.”

Standing there naked in front of her new boss, Isobel knew that she should feel embarrassed or at the very least a little uncomfortable; but she felt neither of those things. In fact, she felt incredibly confident and natural, almost as though this is what she had been waiting for without even being aware of it.

“I promise that I’ll always try to be honest about everything, and if I’m not then I’ll expect you to take whatever action you see fit.” Did those words really just come out of her mouth? Isobel had never been the meek and docile type; quite the opposite in fact. And yet here she was telling this man that she knew hardly anything about, that he could do whatever the hell he wanted to her.

“I’m very pleased to hear that, Isobel. Thank you.” He had been stroking her arm while he spoke, and it felt as though her skin was burning where his fingers touched. “Now continue with what you were going to tell me, please.”

She had almost forgotten that she had been about to say something to him, but Isobel pulled herself away from concentrating on the feeling of his hand on her and concentrated on her words instead.

“To be honest, the spanking didn’t really do anything for me.” She felt herself blush at her words, and once again she couldn’t believe that they’d come from her mouth. “I mean, I know that it was supposed to be a punishment, and maybe it was supposed to turn me on as well, but it didn’t do either of those things.” She smiled cheekily. “Maybe I really am a hard ass.”

“Hmmm. Maybe I should rethink my tactics.” Tyler’s eyes twinkled down at her and he dropped another brief kiss on her upturned mouth. “Thank you for being so candid with me, Isobel. Unfortunately it leaves me in a little dilemma.”