Taming Megan(5)

By: Natasha Knight

He opened the study door and entered, pleased to find her just where she should be.

“I’m proud of you, Meg,” he said, walking up to her.

She turned but kept her place at the wall and he could see her eyes had already reddened and her lashes were wet. She had the clearest blue eyes he’d ever seen, accentuated by thick, black lashes. Eyes that looked pretty even when she cried. He placed his hands at her hips and brought his lips to the back of her neck. “You doing ok?” he asked, kissing her softly. He had to remember he needed to punish her first.

She nodded, leaning into him when his hand snaked around to find her taut nipple. Her breasts were full, not large but perfect as far as he was concerned.

“Lasagna smells good,” he said.

“Thank you.”

“You didn’t make my favorite meal to win any favors, did you?” he asked, that hand that had just pinched her nipple now finding its way down over the flat of her belly and farther, two fingers slipping into the waistband of her panties to tease her already swollen clit.

She pressed her hips into him and lay her head back onto the crook of his shoulder. She let out a moan when he pressed her clit between his fingers, opening her eyes when, a moment later, he pulled his hand from her panties.

“Are you trying to soften me up, Meg?”

She gave him a coquettish smile. “Of course not.” She paused. “Sir.”

Her expression and the tone of her voice told him just how much a lie that was. He was willing to forgive her that though. But he couldn’t give her the upper hand now. This moment was crucial.

He stepped from her and she looked surprised. He could see her waver, unsure whether to follow him or remain as she was. “Have you been standing here like I told you to since 4:30?” he asked.

“Yes… well, I started to but then the phone rang and I picked it up thinking it might be you.”

He signaled for her to face the wall and walked toward his desk, looking through the envelopes he had brought in with him. “Who was it?”

She hesitated. “Josie.”

He stopped, forcing a deep breath in. Josie was trouble. He couldn’t understand how Megan couldn’t see it. It was clear as day to him.

“I appreciate you telling me the truth and for the future, just know that I won’t call you when I’ve told you to stand in the corner at any given point in time so no need to answer the phone.”

She turned to look at him. “Are you mad?”

He set the mail down and met her gaze, studying her. Megan was a pleaser. It was good and bad. But one thing he knew was that she couldn’t stand the thought of him being angry with her. It disrupted something inside her. He wondered where that stemmed from, if it was just the nature of the submissive mind.

No, it wasn’t just that. He’d always been drawn to submissive women, but she was different, sweet, her innocence authentic.

He smiled and shook his head, slipping his jacket from his sounders. “No, Meg. I’m not mad.” But proper corner time hadn’t yet begun as far as he was concerned. “We’ll set the clock now for half an hour before your spanking. I have a little work to wrap up anyway. Face the wall please and this time, take your panties down to just below your hips.”

He waited while she shot a quick, worried glance his way. He could see her taking a deep breath, probably telling herself to stay calm. But the next thing she did surprised him. She turned to face him but didn’t meet his eyes. She shook her head fast once, wrapping her arms around herself, covering herself. She stayed like that, her gaze at her feet. He watched as a tear slid down her cheek but she didn’t make a single sound, didn’t try to talk her way out of it. There was no attempt to be playful or to seduce, no nothing. She just stood there, waiting, almost as if she were unable to obey.

This was unexpected. He went to her, gathering her to him. She let him, her body soft, not resisting him in any way as a quick sob escaped her. He held her tight with one hand and cupped the back of her head with the other.

“Hey, shh…” he coaxed. “It’s ok, Meg,” he said. “Look at me.” He lifted her chin. “Megan,” he said. She opened her eyes and met his. “It’s just us, you and me. It’s ok, you can do this. I’m here with you.”