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Rebecca's bare, caned thighs burned against the leather town car seat. She slid her hand beneath Damien's. Although covered by her dress when standing, sitting revealed her welted thighs. Her stripes delivered the sweet agony he'd given her. Pleasurable after the fact, severe strokes over his desk had brought her to heel for her gross inattention. Humble beside him, she respected his toughness. Brought together by his desire, she loved his ruthless determination to have her.

In their chauffeured town car, twenty minutes of his blissful fingers on hers had kept her sex throbbing. Tonight, his firm hand would spank her. Denied pleasure until her punishment was complete, her caned backside, striped thighs and red-hot sex kept their fiery passion crackling.

She'd persuaded him to go past her studio. Unsure of tomorrow, a single pair of wet panties wasn't safe. She'd grabbed sweatpants, tops, underwear galore, three different shoes, two office dresses, and her reliable gray pantsuit. Tipping her gym bag onto her bed, she'd repacked it with her clothes, makeup, travel hair products, and her killer black silk negligee.

The town car slowed beside a low stone wall six feet behind the precision-cut grass verge. Nicknamed Chateau Lane, it contained mega mansions behind private drives. Turning into 'Sky Reach', they swept through low stone pillars, the dark charcoal metal gates wide open. Smooth tarmac slid beneath the wheels like silk. They whispered along the drive, stopping in a huge tarmac square before a grand white colonial mansion.

Alighting, she stepped over the cobbled edge. Taking his hand, hidden lights guided her up carved stone steps, between spot lit green plants. Their car disappeared as he unlocked his solid black double doors. Ceiling spots came on as she stepped into his lobby. White marble inlaid with stone colored wisps spread before her. Matching twin staircases rose either side of the arched lounge entrance beyond.

He pulled her tight, retaking her lips. She succumbed, softening into him. Her sex applauded his return, demanding instant satisfaction.

He broke his hold. "Right, Rebecca. You've earned a hard spanking, I'm afraid. Upstairs, turn left. You'll find the bedroom."

"May I shower beforehand, please?"

He smiled. "Of course. Change as you wish. But you're going over my knee, bare-bottomed."

She gasped, her sex roaring its support. Her strict sentence straightened her spine. She nodded. Words failing her, she headed towards the stone and marble stairs. On the gallery, she turned left, noticing his walk-in closet. Entering, she deposited her gym bag beside his marble-topped central island, packed with drawer space. Surrounding her, gray wooden sliding doors hid his clothes. Limited backlit shelves contained watches and ties. Sliding a tempting door, she discovered available space beside his suits. Closing the door, she appreciated its silent glide.

Retracing her route, on warm wooden floors, she reached the main bedroom. The same silver gray wood formed a massive master bed, extending into a high, cushioned headboard. Luxurious white linen graced the proud bed. She felt his pillows, edged in matching gray, the heavy cotton softened into her fingers. Turning, she entered his ensuite. Grey flecked marble stretched wide. Twin glass showers occupied each distant corner facing each other, an enormous white tub between. A white leather cushioned seat stood before the tub, welcoming her. She sat, staring at twin marble topped sinks, gray wooden drawers and cupboards beneath, framing the archway she'd stepped through.

Glancing right, she spotted another entrance to his walk-in closet, spying her gym bag. She headed for it. Stepping through the doorway revealed a further bright white room beyond his walk-in closet. She stared. Matching his closet design, its brilliant white wood clued her to its purpose. The makeup chair and mirror set between twin windows provided validation. She slid open closets, all empty. Grabbing her gym bag, she returned, spreading her meagre clothes selection on the white marble-topped island. Sliding open the top drawer, she ran her fingers over its beautiful wood surface. Checking her spotless fingertips, she placed her panties in the drawer, laying her limited choices across its immense space. Shifting down, she found homes for her leggings, sweatpants and tops, arraying her options. Spinning, she hung her rolled pantsuit and dresses in the closet.

The pristine space denounced her damp panties. Ripping her black minidress over her head, she shoved her black string bikini panties to her feet. Unsure of her laundry strategy, she flung her panties into her empty gym bag, stashing it in the closet. Naked, she returned to the shower, carrying her essential hair products.

Opening the glass shower, she reached in, activating knobs. Warm water fell from the huge silver square in the shower ceiling. She stepped up onto its raised marble platform, adjusting its temperature. Staring over her shoulder, the mirror over the basin opposite showed her caned curves. Twelve professional red weals graced her gorgeous bottom. Placed with flawless precision, they represented her boss's harsh judgement. Six severe welts lined her smooth legs, advertising her formal correction. Pride bubbled from her core. She'd shown him absolute obedience, taking her severe office caning. Giving subpar performance, she deserved his tough marks. They showed she worked for a strict boss. Cascading water stung her proud stripes. Tracing them, she enhanced her pain, pulsing it into virtuous pleasure. Losing its patience, her sex ordered her to hurry.

Massaging her long strands, she washed her hair before obeying her determined sex. Stepping from her clean space, she found abundant white towels stacked beside the shower. Drying herself, she cherished his unexpected strictness. Her boyfriend should spank her. Her sex heated in anticipation. Grateful for his firm hand, she'd withstand her bare-bottomed spanking despite her soreness. Cruel, dominant, and demanding, it was perfect boyfriend behavior. Padding into her walk-in closet, she slipped into her black silk negligee, sliding her black silk g-string beneath. This beautiful space demanded she look gorgeous for him, even if he must bare her bottom and spank her hard. Duty-bound to obey and accept, she welcomed her strict obligation with all her heart, despite its coming pain.

Entering the bedroom, she smiled. Sat on the edge of his bed, his dark suit pants defined his muscular thighs, his open white shirt part-revealed his broad trunk, and his eyes devoured her. Approaching him, delightful shivers wracked her spine.

"Rebecca, I must impress upon you a vital relationship lesson. When you're punished by your boss, I'll also punish you at home."

She nodded. His firm words formed a structure she respected. Her boyfriend would rein her in hard.

"I may repeat your office punishment, or deliver worse. I'll decide. Tonight, I'll spank you. Your sore bottom won't thank me. You should."

She said, "I'm sorry you need to spank me. I deserve it."

He'd imagined incredible female humility in his bedroom. In the flesh, she crushed all his fantasies. He locked her gaze. "Good girl. Bend over my knee."

Frissons of delightful fear coursed through her. Leaning on his solid knee, she lowered herself, resigned to her surrender. A gray patterned luxury rug covered much of the wooden floor. Meeting its soft pile, she spread her fingers. Her feet didn't reach the floor. Flying behind her, they highlighted her complete capitulation. He slid her silk negligee upward. Her hips rose in instinctive obedience. Presenting her bare bottom for his approval, striped by his cane, profound submission smothered her. Gentle caresses over her caned cheeks spread incredible intimacy and meaningful pain. Gliding upwards, his fingers slid beneath her black silk strings. She forced her hips down, determined to keep her minor modesty.

His firm voice cut into her. "Bare bottomed is bare bottomed. I suggest you cooperate."

Told off, she raised her hips, meeting his stern demand. Stripped of her remaining dignity, she lay naked across his lap, her black silk negligee bunched below her breasts. Humiliation hardened her nipples. Her traitorous sex slicked its already wet slit.

"You were a disobedient girl. I've forgiven your momentary lapse because you let me remove your g-string. I won't forgive it again. Obedience isn't optional, Rebecca."

Reveling in his decisive tone, his words wrapped around her in warm comfort. He'd bared her over his knee for a boyfriend spanking. A delicious coming to heel.

"I'm expecting a response, Rebecca."

She snapped out of her revery. "Yes, Damien. I'm sorry. I promise to obey you."

"Excellent," he said.

His hand rested on her tender weals. Generous sting radiated from his kind palm.

"Is it bad?" he asked.

"Mmm. It hurts," she said. Pride reinforced her voice. "No less than I deserve. I disappointed my boss."

"He punished you well."

She grinned. He'd given her a comprehensive caning. Acute pain had withered her ego. Repeats of her distraction would land her across his desk until she learned self-discipline. His palm departed her bottom, offering relief and disappointment.

"No mercy, Rebecca, because I care."

Warned of coming pain, her bottom tensed. A violent retort smashed across their private space. Brutal string burst across her bare butt. She cried out. Clenching her teeth, she contorted her body. His firm arm wrapped around her, forcing her still. Harsh male spanks rained down on her helpless cheeks. Tenderness welled within her pain, lauding his uncompromising firmness. Held over his knee, heavy spanks landed across her soft under curves, spreading layers of vicious sting between her fiery stripes. Tears flooded her eyes, turning her cries into deep, wracking sobs. His relentless palm smacked her sensual inner thighs. Striking virgin skin, fresh sting brought profound private penitence. She deserved his severe spanking. He was her boyfriend, a tough boyfriend. Humbled by his hard treatment, she slumped, her cries overtaking her. Sobbing across his knee in total submission, she missed his firm hand coming to rest upon her burning bottom.

His firm arm pulled her into his lap, enclosing her in his protection. Settling, she pressed her face into his chest, soaking her tears into his warm white shirt. Fingers splayed on her bare back, his smooth strokes strengthened her spine. Her burning bare butt melted into his firm thigh, proclaiming his authority. "Thank you," she panted.

Leaning, he tapped a button. The lights dimmed, soothing their private space. Lifting her in his arms, he spun, placing her on his bed, his eyes ravaging her. She scooted beneath his heavyweight comforter, smoothing her negligee, her panties lost. Silk caressed her stinging stripes, welcoming her to his enormous bed. She watched him remove his suit pants. Muscular legs spread from his tight black boxers. He discarded his shirt. Slipping into bed beside her, he pulled her into him.

"I'm sorry it had to be so hard," he whispered.

"I'm not," she said, pressing her silky sex against his rock solid hardness. "You've established your complete command. You spanked me to tears, you lovely man."

"I want you, Rebecca," he growled. Releasing his hardness, he crammed off his boxers.

Rising over her, he shoved up her negligee. Spreading her legs with his knee, he stroked her sex. Wet heat obliterated her brain. Pinned under his prowess, his manhood thrust deep. Lunging, her deadly sex drained pleasure from his power. Pain, her persuasive companion, she screamed towards unparalleled lust. Wrapping her sore thighs around him, she drew him deeper inside her. Staring into his eyes, her sex gripped his rugged hardness, sweet satisfaction sweeping through her body. "I'm yours," she whispered.

Rising together, he drove her to ultimate madness. Pausing their journey under his absolute control, he froze their pleasure at the peak of undeniable truth. His body flexed against hers. Detonation rumbled deep in her devoured sex, rupturing her fragile self-control. Mountainous orgasms rampaged through her. Avalanches of raucous pleasure gushed into her pummeled sex, swamping her beneath glittering adoration. Still throbbing, he slumped on her, his warm breath caressing her ear.

"You're mine," he panted.

"I am," she swore. She'd never felt so claimed.

He slid beside her, caressing her cheek. "I never dared dream."

She rolled towards him, her fingers stroking his muscular side. "You gave me an exquisite thrashing."

"Alexandra taught me this afternoon. Clare organized it."

She smiled. "I imagined you'd always caned girls. You've seen Virtue?"

He nodded. "Impressive."

She grinned. "Clare is brilliant. I owe her."

He said, "She marched in this morning, demanding if I fancied you. Denying it became impossible. Cornered, I conceded. She called Alexandra, issuing veiled orders. She told me Mark punishes her."

Rebecca gasped. Her friend's stark risk humbled her. She blinked away tears. "Clare spanked me last night. A merciless thrashing with her wooden hairbrush."

"I'd have paid to see her spank you."

"Tickets weren't for sale. I needed setting straight."

He slid several of her long strands behind her ear, stroking them. "You're a proud girl, Rebecca."

She couldn't believe she lay in his bed beside him. Except she could. Discipline, her reliable remedy, had earned his staunch respect. She scrutinized his earnest face. "Why me?"

Resting on his elbow, he said, "Poise. You're unflappable. Despite your mistakes, you bounce back. When I imposed Clare on you, you didn't run to me protesting. You worked with her. I didn't imagine her spanking you. Your acceptance brought her steamrolling into my office and you into my bed. Ordered over my desk, you raised your dress without argument, despite your obvious embarrassment. You just don't lose your cool. You're also stunning."

She stared. Although radical, his view resonated. She recalled her desperate search for her job. Facing financial ruin, her precious studio apartment almost lost, she'd kept her head, reaching out to Clare for help. Reframing herself, her pride spread. She didn't lose her shit. She never had. On her cheerleading team, she'd stepped forward, fearing they'd lose their vital teammate. Taking her friend's ferocious paddling, she'd handled her public embarrassment as her short cheer skirt had risen before thousands of fans, revealing her reddened butt cheeks, framed in crisp white panties. She'd discovered Miss Roberts, keeping herself in check amid her chaos. Expecting a speeding ticket, she'd befriended Melody, receiving a whipping in the woods instead. They'd become friends. "Thank you," she said. Around her, his vast, palatial home spread space. Peace in which to think. He'd seen her. Stroking his cheek, she said, "Your beautiful home brings incredible clarity."

His heart surged, her fingers transmitting wonder. "Nobody ever understood why I love this gigantic house. It's why I called it 'Sky Reach'." Girls had tried to claim his space. Rebecca hadn't. She'd understood it.

"I love it too." She grinned. "Can we explore it tomorrow?"

"Only tomorrow?"

Her grin spread. "I'm starving."

Bursting from their bed, he stood. She grabbed a white bathrobe from the ensuite, wrapping herself. He led her along the corridor, down the back stairs to his impressive kitchen. Three gray cushioned armchair stools lined his marble kitchen island. She hopped up, nestling her punished cheeks in their softness.

Pulling a glass disk from his imposing built-in fridge, he slipped it into the huge silver oven range, spinning a knob. "Turkey and spinach pinwheels. Ready in twenty minutes."

"Sounds delicious." She hadn't eaten since lunch.

He chopped lettuce, adding cucumber, bell pepper, and red onion. Sliding his creation onto huge white plates, edged in gray, he sat beside her waiting on the pinwheels.

"Do you always make dinner in advance?" she asked.

He smiled. "My housekeeper, Jana, organizes landscapers, pool maintenance, cleaning and basic cooking. She's very experienced."

Glancing at his pristine home, it was obvious. She imagined Jana applying her vintage skills to his shiny modern surfaces. "I look forward to meeting her."