But she was so, so wet. Dripping wet.
“Your skin is like alabaster,” he said. “I’ve never felt anything like it.” And then he stopped. His hands withdrew from her body, leaving her cold and lonely.
“Thank you sir,” she whispered, desperately wanting to ask him for more.
Could we go lay together in your bed—just for a little while?
Nicole knew better than to ask.
“Feeling better now?” he said, smiling at her, as if he knew the effect he’d had on her.
“Yes, much better, sir.”
“And the essay?” He held out his hand for it.
“It’s not very good, sir.”
He swatted her negative response away, irritated, and waited with his hand outstretched for her essay.
Nervously she dug in her purse, finding the folded pieces of paper, withdrew them and handed them over. They looked silly now, like a teenager’s classroom homework. He’d surely wanted it printed out from a computer, hadn’t he? Why had she decided to do the essay longhand?
She wanted to bury her face in her hands and scream.
Red took her pages and walked to the chair opposite the couch, sat down and began reading. His face was expressionless but intent. It took him a long time, what seemed like forever to finish, and Nicole had to sit there and be still while she waited for his judgment.
Her stomach was in knots.
Finally he was done. He took one last glance at her essay and then folded it in half and set it on the glass coffee table. His expression was unreadable.
“I know it was a mess,” she said. “But I wasn’t sure what you wanted, sir.”
“Stand up,” he commanded. His whole demeanor had changed.
She immediately stood, her blood pressure rising instantly. He looked her up and down, boldly taking in ever detail with his eyes. Her nipples stiffened and she could feel them poke through her sheer dress.
“You have a beautiful body,” he said.
“Thank you, sir.”
“I can see so much of it without your bra and panties on. Do you like that?”
“Yes, sir, I do.” A tremble ran through her legs.
“Turn around so I can look at your ass.”
She did. She could feel his eyes on her.
“You have a nice tight ass,” he said. “I like the way it curves, the slope of it. Would you enjoy being spanked?”
“I think so, sir.”
“Never been?”
“Spanked?” she asked.
He waited without speaking for her answer.
“I’ve never been spanked, sir,” she replied.
She heard him rise from the chair and then the squeak of his shoes against the floor. He was slowly approaching. Soon she could feel his body heat behind her, he was very close now. “Your essay was good, Nicole.”
“Thank you sir,” she said, gratified and surprised that he liked it.
“But that was just something you wrote.”
“I meant every word, sir.”
“Tonight, you came in here with a bad attitude.”
“I was frightened sir, I apologize.”
“That’s no excuse for being disrespectful, Nicole. Now bend over and grasp the couch with your hands.”
She knew what was coming and her entire body trembled with anticipation—both fear and longing. She leaned forward and her hands grabbed the top of the couch. The hem of her dress pulled up to the very top of her thighs.
“Spread your legs further apart now.”
She stood with her legs further apart, and her dress moved upwards again. She could feel the air on her butt now. Red Jameson was seeing her ass.
He maneuvered himself so that he was slightly at an angle to her, and one of his strong hands gripped her shoulder. “Your insolence requires punishment,” he said tightly.
She felt a sting as his other hand came down and slapped her buttocks. Her ass cheeks bounced with the force of it. “I’m sorry, sir, I’ll do better.”
“Yes, you will.”
Another hard slap. The sound echoed in the apartment. Her pussy vibrated from the pressure. She was getting excited.
“I think your bottom needs to be fully bare.”
He slowly, ever so slowly, pulled her dress up over the curve of her ass. Now her butt was totally in his view. She could hear his excited breathing, but other than that he was silent.
Next, there was another crack of his hand against her naked butt.
She cried out, mostly in pleasure. This seemed to goad him to spank her more fervently. Soon he was paddling her butt with his hand.
The slaps were firm and strong, but the pain wasn’t very intense. Nicole was enjoying it much more than she would have imagined. It was intimate, she felt completely connected to Red, and trusting that he wouldn’t do anything to truly hurt her. She moaned as he beat her buttocks.
Finally, he seemed to relent.
“Pull your dress down, cover yourself,” he whispered huskily, moving away.
She did as he said. Her cunt was dripping down her legs and she wanted nothing more than his hand on her bare mound. If he so much as grazed it, she’d have gone off like a fire alarm.