Tears for My Master: Cat's First Punishment (2 page)

“What are you thinking about?” the voice was
so close to her that Cat started, quickly opening her eyes to see
Mr. Stowe sitting not in his normal chair behind the large oak desk
but right beside her, watching her. She hadn’t even heard him sit
down.

“I was just taking a deep breath, I guess,”
Cat didn’t really know how to answer him. All she could think about
was the scent of his cologne, intoxicating her mind and body. Again
she felt her nipples harden and press against the white silk of her
thin blouse. She saw his eyes flick down and notice as he appraised
her breasts, and just for a microsecond she saw a gleam of lust
disrupt the perfect mask of his face. Her lips parted as she felt
her body respond to his gaze. But just as quickly as it came it was
gone.

“We need to discuss your performance,” he
said, all business again. “Lately, I’ve felt that you’ve been very
forgetful, not doing simple things that I’ve asked of you. Is there
something that I need to be concerned about?” He leaned back in his
chair and folded his muscular arms over his chest, exuding
power.

It happened before Cat even knew what she was
doing. In a split second she had thrown her body on the floor in
front of him.

“I’m so sorry Mr. Stowe,” she said, pleading
on her knees in front of him. “It won’t happen again, I promise,”
she said, her own eyes looking down at the marble floor from her
place below him. She realized that her hand was on his knee when at
the same second that the embarrassment of what she’d done really
hit her. Was she really on her knees, begging her boss to forgive
her? She felt her face flush with shame as she removed her hand,
bringing it down to clasp her other hand in front of her. When she
finally looked up at Knox, the reaction on his face was visceral.
His jaw was clenched in a firm line, his nostrils were flared as he
breathed heavily in and out, and his grey eyes were bright and
gleaming with intensity. Cat didn’t know what to do; it seemed that
she was frozen there on the floor in front of him. Finally he broke
the silence.

“Go home, Cat,” he said his voice steely.
“We’ll discuss this tomorrow.” Cat picked herself up and began
backing away from Knox towards the door.

“I’m sorry,” she began; her voice cracking as
she tried to think of what she could possibly say to explain
herself.

“Tomorrow!” he bellowed, cutting her off. “Go
home, NOW!” She heard his voice practically screaming at her as she
turned and rushed out of the room, afraid to look behind her,
slamming the office door behind her. Cat felt hot tears running
down her face as she gathered up her belongings and headed to the
elevator, wiping her face and looking down, avoiding eye contact
with the other employees until she reached the solitude of the
elevator. She was still trembling when she reached her Magnolia
apartment. That’s it, I’m getting fired tomorrow, she decided,
running herself a hot bath. She went into the kitchen and poured
herself a glass of red wine, then, stripping off her clothes as she
sipped the rich, soothing liquid, she went back into the bathroom
and sank into the scalding hot water.

As she soaked in the bath, Cat wondered what
had motivated her to do what she’d done in the office today, and
why did she fear and desire Knox so much? She’d gotten down on her
knees in front of him like some kind of slave, a physical situation
that she’d never even considered before in her life, and it had
happened automatically, without even thinking about the
consequences. The entire situation: her out of control attraction
to her boss, her unpredictable and reckless behavior, her body’s
reaction to him, was so strange to her and she felt a little bit
relieved that she would probably not have to work for Stowe Holding
Companies after tomorrow. Maybe it was for the best, she thought,
finishing off the last dregs of her glass of wine. She’d almost
convinced herself by the time she went to sleep.

When her alarm sounded the next morning, Cat
considered not even getting out of bed. Why bother? She thought to
herself, huddling under the covers to the cold morning air, if I’m
just going to get fired anyways, I might as well not even go
in
.
This rational worked for about three minutes, and Cat
had almost convinced herself that pulling a no-show was the best
option, but a little nagging voice inside her head kept reminding
her over and over that she was a professional, and sometimes the
easy thing was not the right thing. Sighing, Cat pushed the sheets
off and sat up. She was going to go in and face Mr. Stowe and
whatever fate she had waiting for her—and she was going to make him
regret firing her. Cat’s jaw set in a firm line as jumped into
action, planning out her revenge on Knox Stowe.

Ninety minutes later Cat breezed into the
Hudson Building. She felt dozens of shocked pairs of eyes on her as
she confidently strode down the hallway towards her desk, as the
co-workers that normally ignored her existence stopped their work
and stared at her in awe. Her plan was working perfectly. As Cat
got to her desk, she was relieved that Knox hadn’t come in yet, and
took a second to appraise herself once more with a makeup mirror
that she kept in her top drawer. Her hair, normally worn straight
down her back or in a modest ponytail, was fluffed and curled to
perfection in sultry waves framing her face. Forgoing her normal
modest cherry lip gloss, Cat had painted her lips bright red, and
the full curves stood out against her palest of skin. Her eyes were
smoky and lined in black, her long lashes mascara-ed to the point
where their long length almost touched her eyebrows as she looked
down at herself. She looked fabulous—daring, provocative and
sexually confident.

But the real coup de grace was her outfit.
The black cocktail dress was something that Cat had picked up in a
flurry of shopping bravery for a formal in her last year of
college, but she’d never worn it, deciding at the last moment that
it was too revealing even for a Friday night date. She’d stuffed it
in the back of her closet with tags on, hoping that one day she
would have the guts and occasion to wear it. The dress was short
and backless, showing not only Cat’s long, lean and freshly shaved
legs, but the delicate and soft skin of her shoulders all the way
down to the gentle curve where her back became butt. The black
satin draped perfectly over her firm tight breasts, which perked up
and bounced perfectly, hard nipples in a salute, as she proudly
flaunted them braless to the world. She’d worn the dress by itself
with a pair of daringly high black velvet stilettos that were cut
to reveal the suggestive cleavage of her tiny toes.

If Knox Stowe was going to fire her, Cat was
going to make sure he had a hard time doing so. She stared into the
mirror and pouted her lips out suggestively. Just then she heard
the elevator bell sound, and she knew that it was Knox by the way
that her body responded. Cat slammed the mirror back into her top
drawer and rolled her chair out to the right so that she was no
part of her highly-exposed body would hidden by her desk. She
tossed her hair a bit as Knox strode down the hallway towards her.
Just like any other day, he didn’t turn his face to acknowledge her
as he approached her perch. Instead of waiting timidly for him to
notice her, this morning Cat called out in greeting. “Good morning
Mr. Stowe,” she said, running her hands from her knees up to her
thighs provocatively.

“Yes, good morning Catherine,” he responded
robotically as he continued the march towards his office. Cat
waited for the moment she knew was coming. As Knox spoke, he turned
his head slightly in her direction to acknowledge her greeting then
turned back towards his office door just as quickly. She almost saw
his confused thoughts as he stopped short of his office and turned
his head, slowly this time, back to where she was sitting. His lips
parted as he took a breath, slowly taking in her appearance.

Instead of looking down to the ground as she
normally would, Cat stared right back at him, and feeling very
naughty and defiant, she took a finger and slowly traced it down
from the bottom edge of her painted lips to the front of her dress,
pausing at the curve of one breast. She stared at him as the finger
dropped closer and closer to her nipple. Knox was frozen, but the
look in his eyes was animalistic. When Cat’s finger reached her
nipple she felt that it was hard, rising up through the black silk.
She tilted her head as she teased the pert nipple slowly with her
finger, still staring at Knox. Cat felt herself begin to breathe
heavily as her eyes smoldered. A rush of wetness hit her groin, and
she knew that more than anything she wanted Knox Stowe: his body,
his attention, his uncontrolled anger.

A few seconds went by as Knox and Cat stared
at each other, then something snapped inside of Knox. “In my
office, NOW,” he growled to Cat, opening his office door. She had
butterflies in her stomach as she slowly stood up from her chair
and felt his appraising eyes on her body as she walked past him
into the office. The lights were off, and the office glowed grey in
the early morning light. Cat didn’t look behind her, excited by his
anger but also a little bit afraid of what she might see on Knox’s
face. Instead she walked over to his desk and sat down slowly on
one of the large leather chairs facing it. She felt his presence
behind her before she heard his command. “No, stand up,” he said,
ordering her to her feet, his voice steely. Cat did as she was
told. At this point she had to remind herself to continue to
breathe in and out—her body was awash with emotions and urges. She
stood, and everything inside of her wanted to turn around to face
him, but she didn’t.

Knowing that Knox was behind her and that she
couldn’t see him seemed very exciting. As she waited Cat heard Knox
walk to the other side of the office. A door opened, and then
closed, and she felt him get close to her once again. He stood
behind her for a moment, and she could feel the energy of his body
and the anger that she loved so much emanating like heat from him.
Despite her nerves, Cat remained statue-still waited for the sound
of his voice. “Lean over the desk,” he finally said. This time his
voice was calmer, more controlled. Cat did as she was told. She
bent at the waist and leaned over the desk, her hands placed on the
cold leather surface. When she was in place, she felt a pulling
sensation on her dress and something small, hard and cold touched
the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. “I am going to punish you
now, Catherine,” Knox said. “You have been very, very bad and you
need a spanking and I am going to give it to you.”

Cat shuddered, this was not what she’d been
expecting, but somehow she knew it was what she was wanting and
even asking for over the last few months. She now knew that she’d
been angering Knox on purpose, begging for a punishment, and now
she was going to get one. Suddenly she felt the hard cold
instrument pulled away and Knox’s hand reaching and pushing up the
fabric of her dress until it was bunched up around her waist and
felt the cool air tingle on the skin of her ass. She was exposed to
him-- the lacy black thong she’d selected to wear that morning
provided no cover.

The fury of the first strike surprised Cat,
and she heard herself cry out in pain as the crop slapped against
her skin violently. She bit her lip and fought back the tears
stinging in her eyes. The second strike offered no relief—Knox was
trying to hurt her and succeeding. The ripping noise of the leather
against delicate skin pierced through the still air in Knox’s
office as he struck her with his crop again and again. “You’ve made
me so angry, Catherine,” said Knox between strikes. “You don’t know
how I’ve longed to do this, and now you’ve given me no choice.” He
struck her again. “Coming in to the office in that slutty little
dress. You knew exactly what you were doing to me,” he said,
striking her even harder. “You’re not going to be able to sit when
I’m done with you,” he said. Cat’s entire being was trembling as
she received her punishment. She knew he was right. She felt the
hot tears pouring uncontrollably down her face as she was spanked
over and over, and felt her body respond with desire as with each
spank she became more and more turned on. When Knox was finally
finished striking her, Cat’s pale backside was numb and red, but
her vagina was wet and wanting, hot with desire. She’d never felt
such a confusing mix of emotions: pleasure and pain, desire and
embarrassment, humiliation and satisfaction.

She heard the crop hit the ground as Knox
dropped it. “Now you are going to pleasure me, Catherine,” he said.
She felt his fingers over the black lace of her thong and ached for
him to touch her, but he didn’t. Instead she heard the fabric
ripping as he took both hands, slid them under the thong and pulled
it apart. The wasted fabric fell to useless the desk away from her
body. She heard fabric rustling behind her and suddenly she felt
him, hard and hot, as he slammed into her. Cat heard the sharp
intake of her breath as Knox’s hands grabbed onto her hips and he
filled her over and over, thrusting his cock all the way into her
wetness. He was not trying to be gentle, and the raw skin where
she’d been spanked ached with every thrust. The pain was
excruciating, but the pleasure was undeniable. The combination was
too much for Cat. She heard a low moan escape from her lips as the
first wave of pleasure hit her body. “You like that, don’t you
Catherine,” Knox responded. “I knew you wanted it, all along. I
should have done this to you months ago,” he said thrusting into
her harder and harder and deeper and deeper until she completely
lost control. The moans turned to screams of pleasure as Cat
climaxed, and she felt Knox’s body go firm as he spilled his hot
semen deep inside of her, grunting with pleasure.