“Oh, no! I’m sorry, Mr. Lamb,” she said, mildly worried.
I put down my spoon.
“I’m ready to accept the punishment as you see fit.”
“Dixie, please come to this side of the table,” I said, turning my chair to the side.
She walked over. Again, she had that nervous energy of anticipation.
“What did I say about phones at the dinner table?” I asked.
“No texts at the dinner table,” she said. “They’re rude. You made that very clear.”
“Please, bend over across my lap.”
She started to move.
“The other way, please,” I said. “I’m right-handed; you must always put your ass to my right hand.”
“Yes, Mr. Lamb.” Dixie adjusted accordingly, putting her warm body across my knees. I could feel the raging hard-on in my pants. I just wanted to tear off all her clothes and bang her right there on the table. But this extended foreplay and teasing… it would make it better. I would have her, but to deny myself for a time… That was erotic, too. For both of us.
I spanked her through the dress. She made a noise of satisfaction and of pain. But I wanted to touch her bare flesh, so I lifted the dress up so I could better see her bare, perfect bottom and thong. I slapped her bare cheeks, and she squeaked a bit, biting her lower lip. I rubbed her red cheeks. They were warm.
“Dixie, this isn’t sufficient,” I said. “I’m going to need to take you into the next room to complete the rest of your punishment. You’ve been a bad girl.”
“Yes, sir,” she said immediately. “I’ve been bad.”
Chapter Nine
Dixie
I was in a different world now. Mr. Lamb’s world. As I entered with a mixture of fear and excitement, I wondered where it would take me. So far, it had aroused me like nothing else. Mr. Lamb’s stern leadership made me melt inside.
“Walk this way,” he said. “There’s one room in the house that I didn’t show you.”
We walked down to the basement. There was a second door he had completely ignored during the tour; I had assumed it was some sort of utility closet. He unlocked it with a key and opened it up.
Inside was another bedroom, of sorts: The walls had hooks for various whips, chains, and straps, and there was a large wooden X with padded cuffs.
Some people might’ve walked into this room, seen these items, and turned right around. I was fascinated, but also calm. This felt good. This felt right, and Mr. Lamb would see to it that no harm would come to me.
“Now you know my dirty little secret,” he said. “What do you think?”
“I think I want to know more.”
“That’s good,” he said, smiling. “I’ll show you. You’ll be my new assistant, not just at work, but in other ways. Now that we’re stuck together, I think we can get a lot of work done in here.”
“What do you want me to do?”
“Get undressed. There’s a closet there to put your clothes.”
As I got undressed, I wondered what Shawn would think of all this. He’d probably go crazy. He’d be jealous enough that I was living with another man, but this… This would be insanity to him.
But I needed to forget about Shawn. He was no good. He didn’t protect me like Mr. Lamb did.
After putting my clothes in the closet, I stood before Julius, completely naked. I used to blush in front of Shawn and turn the bedroom lights off, but here, in the well-lit basement, I didn’t feel that shyness.
“Come over here, Dixie,” my boss said.
I walked over to the big X and put my arms and legs into the cuffs. He tightened them so I couldn’t move.
“How does that feel?” he asked. “Can you get out? Try.”
I tried to pull my arms and legs, but I was stuck. They weren’t too tight; I was just immobilized.
“I’m stuck, sir.”
“All right, good,” he said.
Julius found a remote and pressed a button. The wooden X tilted back until I was parallel with the floor. He set the remote down, then walked to a jar that had a bunch of feathers in it. He took one out, and I giggled nervously.
Taking the feather, he began teasing me with it, running the light, barely perceptible strands up and down my naked body very slowly. It was beautiful agony. I was ticklish, but I also was turned on. I didn’t know whether to laugh, cum, or scream. I just kept making moaning noises while squirming against the restraints.
Suddenly, I felt his tongue against my pussy. I was already dripping wet, but this made me want to explode.
“Oh! Oh God!” I cried out. “Yes! Please! Don’t stop!”
I lost all sense of time. Reeling in ecstasy, I enjoyed the deep, satisfying feeling of his tongue against my clit. It went inside me, and I could feel his rough face against my privates. As he brought me to the brink, I was squealing and squirming against the restraints. Just as I was about to cum, he stopped.