Chapter 12
Wednesday - Day 12
I woke up on Wednesday to the sound of gagging. Becky was providing my usual wake-up blowjob, but she was doing things differently today. "Are you OK?" I asked.
"Yes, sir," she said. "I just thought that it was time that I learned to deep throat you. I love the way it feels when your cock is buried all the way in my cunt, and the way it feels when you are sunk as far as you can go into my ass. Now I want to be able to get you all the way in my mouth."
Becky tried again, and she did get further than she ever had before, but still did not get close to all of it in her mouth. After a few more tries she pulled out and said, "It's clear to me that I am going to have to practice this a lot, sir. I hope you don't mind if I use you for practice?"
"Not at all," I said. "Feel free to practice as often as you need to until you get it right!"
Becky kept trying, but couldn't get past the gag reflex. After a little longer, she gave up and concentrated on providing me pleasure. After I had fed her the breakfast she insisted on, she came up to hug and kiss me. "I will learn how to do it, sir, you'll see!"
"Given the way that you throw yourself into everything else, I really believe that you will!" I told her. Eventually, I let her go to work and I got cleaned and dressed and went to my work.
I took a late lunch on Wednesday, and I went to the gym where Becky was working out. As I walked in Veronica saw me, smiled and came over to me.
"How are you?" she asked.
"Fine," I said. "I wanted to see how Becky was doing. I haven't gotten any progress reports, and I wanted to see if she was following her trainer's instructions."
"She's in the back with Nelly. I'll take you to see them," Veronica told me.
We went back and I saw that Nelly was with Becky as she was pulling some weight down on a machine. Nelly saw us coming and waved. She said something to Becky who looked up. She saw me coming and she jumped up and ran over, giving me a hug and a big kiss.
"What are you doing here, sir?" she asked.
"I haven't gotten any progress reports from Nelly, so I thought I'd stop by and see how she thought you were doing," I told her.
"She's doing very well," Nelly said. "She is following all my instructions and working very hard. She's already lost five pounds, and she is starting to firm up. If she keeps this up you'll start seeing a noticeable difference very soon."
"And has she given you any problems?" I asked. "Is she skipping sessions or not working out as hard as you'd like?"
"No," Nelly told me. "In fact, she's been a model client. I wish all my clients worked at it like Becky does; my job would be much more fun."
Becky stuck her tongue out at me and said, "See! I told you I would work at it!"
Veronica asked Nelly to come with her for a minute, and I continued talking to Becky. "I am very proud of you. You are working hard. Can I see the workout that she has set up for you?"
Becky showed me some of the things that they were working on. Nelly came back, looking a little upset. Veronica was with her and said, "They are almost done for the day. Would you like to sit with me until they are finished?"
I agreed, and we went off while Nelly helped Becky through the end of the routine. Veronica said, "I am sorry that one of our employees did not provide you the service that you requested. Nelly would like to apologize to you when she is finished with Becky, if that is OK with you."
"That's fine," I said. When they were done with the workout, Becky went to the locker room to shower and change and Veronica escorted Nelly and me to an office in the back.
"Nelly, do you have something to say?" Veronica asked.
Nelly looked at Veronica angrily and said, "I'm sorry that I did not send the status reports that you asked for. I was wrong, and I think that I deserve to be punished for my actions."
"Excuse me?" I asked, surprised.
Veronica said, "We know what would happen to Becky if she got a bad report, and I have spoken to Nelly and she agrees that since Becky would be spanked if she did not perform, than Nelly should be spanked since she did not perform."
"And I am the one to do the spanking?" I asked.
Veronica replied, "You are the one who was wronged." Then she said, sternly, "Nelly!"
At Veronica's command Nelly went to the front of the desk, lowered her sweats and panties and draped herself across the desk.
"Would you prefer to use your hand or a paddle?" Veronica asked, clearly excited.
"What I'd like," I told Veronica, "is to have a moment alone with Nelly."
Veronica looked like she did not understand.
"Leave the room, Veronica," I repeated. "Don't worry, I won't touch Nelly while you are gone. Go tell Becky where we are, and have her wait for me."
Veronica looked like she wanted to argue, but she simply left as I had instructed. I went around the desk and sat down in the chair. Nelly had not moved.
"Why are you doing this?" I asked.
"Veronica told me that I had to," she replied.
"Had to or what?" I asked.
"We used to date, and she liked to make me do things like this," Nelly told me. "She wasn't particularly good at it, but occasionally she makes me do something 'for old times sake.' Plus, I'm afraid if I piss her off she could get me fired."
"Why didn't you send me progress reports?" I asked.
Nelly looked down and said, "I forgot. I told Veronica, and she said not to worry about it, but I should have. I'm sorry that I did not send the reports to you, and you can be sure that I will in the future."
"I appreciate that," I told her. "What do you mean that Veronica was not good at things like this?"
Nelly sighed. "I really shouldn't be airing my dirty laundry."
"But..." I prompted.
"She likes to play the dominant one, but she really isn't," Nelly explained. "I think she is terrified of losing control, but she really is not a particularly dominant person. When she plays the games she seems more insecure than dominant."
"Yet you are bent over the desk with your pants down," I said.
"Well, I still sometimes like the games," Nelly told me, "and like I said, I'm not sure how she'll react if I don't do this."
"Is there a way that you can page Veronica back here?" I asked.
"Sure," she said, and she picked up the phone and paged her.
"Does anyone call her anything but Veronica?" I asked Nelly. "Ronnie, perhaps?"
"Not really," she said. "She doesn't like it when people call her Ronnie."
Veronica walked in, closed the door behind her and stood there nervously.
"I had a talk with Nelly," I told Veronica, "and I agree that she dropped the ball. Please sit here, and I will administer her punishment. I will give her ten spanks on her bare ass with my hand."
Becky sat down and I went behind Nelly and began. I gave her the promised punishment, though I did not do it very hard. After I was done, Nelly said, "Thank you. I won't forget again." She got up and pulled up her pants.
"You're welcome," I said. "Now Veronica, while I've punished Nelly, don't you think that you have some responsibility in this as well? You are the manager here, and you knew what I had requested. You didn't ensure that your employee did what she was supposed to.
"Furthermore, when I confronted you about it, you passed the blame onto Nelly, and encouraged me to punish her, when, as a manager, it is your responsibility to handle internal matters. Don't you agree?"
Veronica looked like a deer in headlights. She didn't say anything. Her mouth was opening and closing, but nothing came out.
"As the manager, I believe that you should share the punishment with Nelly, and in fact, I believe that you should receive an additional punishment for not performing your duties as a manager to the level that you should have. Don't you agree?"
Again, Veronica said nothing.
"Veronica, please take off your pants and bend over the desk," I told her.
Veronica just sat there doing nothing, looking at me blankly. Nelly, on the other hand, had quite a smirk on her face.
"Now!" I barked at Veronica.
Veronica jumped up, lowered her head, and then lowered her pants. In a few seconds she was draped across the desk.
"For not ensuring that I got the reports that I requested, you will get the same punishment that Nelly got. For being a bad manager, you will get ten with a paddle. I believe that you offered a paddle before. Where is it?"
"In the bottom drawer," she whispered.
"Please get it for me Nelly," I asked.
I got behind Veronica and I said, "Count for me, Ronnie."
I spanked her once and she said, "One."
"One, what?" I asked.
"One, sir," she replied.
I continued until the ten were done. I didn't do it particularly hard, but she definitely felt them. I went around the desk and sat down again. "Do you have something to say to me, Ronnie?"
She looked at me with a confused look, with tears on her cheeks.
"Do you remember what Nelly said after I spanked her?" I asked.
"Thank you," she said. "I'm sorry you didn't get the reports."
"Very good," I said. "Now we'll move on to the second part of your punishment."
I went back around to her ass, and said, "Spread your legs wide, Ronnie."
Veronica did not hesitate. Her brown pussy hair was evident, as was the fact that she was aroused. How did I manage to get women into positions like this? I took the paddle from Nelly and, without warning I slammed it into her ass. She yelped and after she got her breath back said, "One, sir."
I did the next nine, though with a greatly lessened force. When I was done, she said without prompting, "Thank you, sir. I am sorry that I was not a better manager. I will try harder."
"You're welcome," I said. "You can go now, Nelly." Nelly left with a wink to me.
Veronica did not make any move to get up. I went back around and sat down in front of her. "Are you OK?" I asked. She nodded her head.
"Do you still want to borrow Becky?" I asked. She looked at me with a terrified look in her eyes and shook her head no.
"Is there anything you'd like me to do?" I asked. She looked down and did not respond.
I moved my head right next to hers and whispered in her ear, "Would you like me to make you cum, Ronnie?"
She started crying and squeezed her eyes shut tight. For a moment she did nothing else, then she nodded her head slightly.
"Are you sure, Ronnie? Do you really want me to make you cum?" I whispered.
She nodded her head violently, still not opening her eyes. I got up and went behind her. I put my fingers on her pussy, and it was a little moist. I then dipped one finger into her cunt, and it was very wet, very hot, and very tight. I slipped two fingers from my left hand into her cunt, and started rubbing her ass with my right hand. Then I picked up the paddle and simultaneously pushed my fingers into her hard and landed another blow on her red ass. The only sound she made was a small squeak. I did that three more times while probing her cunt and playing with her clit, and she came.
The only way I knew that she was cumming was because her cunt practically crushed my fingers. She made absolutely no sound. I stopped moving and paddling and removed my fingers.
I went back to the front of the desk and sat down again. Her eyes were still closed, but her head was relaxed on the desk. "Are you satisfied?" I asked. She nodded her head.
"Is there anything you'd like to say?" I asked.
She whispered, "Thank you, sir."
I said, "Once again, you're welcome. I'll show myself out."
I got up and walked to the door. As I left, I turned around and saw that Veronica had not moved at all. I closed the door and went to find Becky.
When Becky saw me she asked, "Will you be coming home with me now?"
"Sadly, no," I replied. "I have to go back to work. I'll see you when I get home though."
"What happened in there with Veronica and Nelly?" she asked.
"I promise I will tell you all about it when I get home," I told her.
"OK, sir, I'll wait," she said. She kissed me, and I went back to work.
At work, I contemplated what had happened in the gym. I could not believe it. This was me. I was a wimp. I was a doormat. I was not someone who had strange women pull their pants down so that I could spank them. What had happened to me?
Clearly, one thing that had happened to me was Becky. Left to my own devices, I would have pushed Becky to a certain extent, and I would have felt a little more comfortable, a little more powerful, a little more confident.
But Becky kept pushing even further. Becky brought Jamie into the picture. Becky kept having me dominate her more than I expected. Becky sent me Joan. Becky was increasing my comfort with being dominant.
How was it that I recognized that Veronica was not dominant? She certainly tried to act like she was, but I could tell that it was just an act. She was not a dominant person. She was, in fact, a very submissive person, terrified of her submissiveness and masking it with a dominance act. But I still did not understand how I knew that.
'Oh well, ' I thought to myself, 'the world certainly works in mysterious ways. And for once, I seem to be on top of it!'
When I got home, Becky was in the kitchen cooking. She was wearing the schoolgirl skirt and blouse, and her hair was done up as I had requested. She was a walking wet dream. As she came over and kissed me, I wrapped my arms around her and slipped my hand under the skirt, squeezing her naked ass cheeks.
"And how is my sexy little girl today?" I asked when I came up for air.
"Hot, wet and wondering what went on at the gym today," she replied.
How to explain? "I had asked Nelly for progress reports, and I had not received any. I brought this to Veronica's attention, and she wanted me to punish Nelly for this oversight."
"Punish Nelly?" asked Becky. "What does that mean?"
"What does it mean when I punish you?" I asked Becky. "Remember that I had told Veronica and Nelly that you would be spanked if you did not progress. That is what Veronica wanted me to do to Nelly."
"Did you do it?" Becky asked.
"Yes, I did," I told her. "But first I talked with her about why she was doing it and about Veronica. I realized that Veronica was not as dominant as she tried to make herself out to be."
"Really?" Becky said. "And did you make use of that information."
"I did," I replied.
"What did you do?" Becky asked me with an exasperated tone.
"What would you have done?" I countered.
"I probably would have punished Veronica too," she said.
"That is why I don't get you," I told Becky. "You make such an excellent slave, accepting everything and begging for more. And at the same time, you would make a perfect mistress. You would know just the buttons to push."
"Like Christine's?" she asked.
"And Veronica's," I said. "I had Veronica bend herself over the desk and I gave her worse than she wanted me to give Nelly. And in the end, she was begging for me to make her cum."
"And did you? Did you make her cum? Did you fuck her?" asked Becky.
"How would it make you feel if I said I did?" I asked her.
"Jealous," she replied.
"Jealous because I was playing with someone else?" I asked.
"No, you ass! Jealous because it wasn't me spread across the desk being punished by you!" she responded hotly.
"Or the one behind her, paddling her?" I asked.
"That would a nice consolation prize," she said. "Or better yet, I wish I were there while you were doing her. How did you make her cum? Did you fuck her?"
"No, my horny little Becky," I told her. "I didn't fuck her. I won't fuck anyone other than you unless you are there, or you know about it in advance."
"Or Jamie," she said.
"What?" I asked, confused.
"Or, Jamie," she repeated. "I want you to feel free to fuck Jamie even if I am not here and I don't know about it."
"Even if she is not also my slave?" I asked. "That's not what you said earlier."
"I changed my mind, sir," she told me. "Either she will become my sister slave, in which case you can do either of us at your whim, or she won't, in which case I am even less nervous of losing you. Because I know you, sir; at least I do now. Given a choice between someone, even someone as sexy as Jamie, who will pleasure you as much as you want, and someone like me, who will do the same thing and be completely subservient to you, you'll pick me every time."
"You? Completely subservient to me?" I exclaimed in mock surprise. "I'm not sure who's leading whom in this relationship."
"Sir, you are," she said seriously. "Anytime you doubt it, use me in a way I don't like. You'll find that I will do anything you want, and do it with joy." She dropped to her knees and bowed her head in front of me. "You are in charge, sir, and I will always serve you."
"Get up here," I said, pulling her to her feet and back into my arms. "I'll do what I like to you, but I seem to be having a hard time finding something you don't like," I told her with a smile.
"It's because you've brought out my inner slut, sir!" she grinned back at me. "But seriously, sir, you need to find something you like doing to me that I don't like, and then do it every now and then, so that you can reassure yourself that you are in charge of this relationship; that you can do what you want to me. That I am your slave."
I kissed her and said, "We'll see. Now I want my house slave to go finish making me dinner!"
"I thought I wasn't your slave yet," she said to me, grinning and she squirmed away from me.
"That doesn't mean that I won't take you over my knee and make it so that you can't sit for a week!" I told her.
"Promises, promises," she said, going into the kitchen.
I smiled to myself, and went to edit some more video. When dinner was ready we sat down and I asked about her day.
"Both Christine and Jamie called again, just like yesterday," she told me.
"And?" I asked.
"Nothing - it was just like yesterday!" she said in frustration.
"Well we'll know about Jamie on Friday," I said. "As for Christine, you'll either have to let her come to her own conclusion or push her on it."
"And how about Rachel?" I asked. "Any other interesting conversations with her?"
"Oh, she came in to work today looking quite satisfied," Becky told me. "I wonder if her husband had to take a sick day to recuperate? She's quite happy."
"I'm glad of that," I said. "I think next time, though, I'm going to charge her for using you to spice up her sex life."
"I don't think she'll cheat on her husband," Becky told me.
"I don't want her to," I said. "But next Monday, call me again like you did this week, with her in the office."
"OK, sir," Becky said.
"Before dinner I was editing some of the apartment video," I told Becky, "and I noticed something interesting from yesterday. Did you enjoy putting on the show?"
"Whatever do you mean, sir?" she asked.
"Whatever do I mean? Get over here!" I said. I bent her over the couch and flipped her skirt up. "We are going to watch your performance from yesterday, and every time I see you cum, I am going to spank you five times."
"Why, sir? Did I do something wrong," she asked.
"Absolutely not," I told her. "We are going to watch the video. It is going to turn us both on, and I am going to spank you, not in punishment, but because it turns me on to redden your ass, and it turns you on when I do it."
"Oh, if that is the case sir, please do that!" she said.
I turned the video on, and I saw Becky come into the apartment. She stripped off her clothes at the door ("good girl," I whispered to her, rubbing my fingers along the outside of her pussy) then went to the bedroom. Then I saw her come out of the bedroom dressed in the schoolgirl clothes.
She pranced around the room, twirling and skipping, clearly getting into the schoolgirl mentality. Then she headed back into the bedroom, and when she came out she had the dildo with her. I watched as she flopped herself onto the couch. Then she started looked around, almost guiltily and slipped her panties off. She tucked them under the seat cushion, as if she thought someone might come in and find her.
She then picked her skirt up and started rubbing the dildo all around her pussy lips. Then she slowly started feeding it into her pussy. I watched her masturbate on screen, moving the dildo in and out while she manipulated her clit with her other hand. While the action was happening on the screen, I knelt down behind Becky and started licking her from the top of her ass crack, down over her puckered asshole, over her pussy lips and up to her clit, then back again. At the end of each cycle I'd sit rest my head on her back and watch the action on the screen.
In no time at all, the Becky on screen started gasping and moaning as she came, and the sounds were punctuated by the loud shots of my hand hitting her ass.
After the Becky on screen finished her cum, I went back to licking Becky with the same long strokes. Between the screen, the spanks and the gentle licking, she was going nuts. She was squirming and leaking and moaning. On screen, Becky had not even slowed her pumping and she was quickly approaching another peak. When she reached it, I reddened Becky's ass some more.
Altogether Becky on screen came five times, and the Becky on the couch had been moaning for me to fuck her since the third cum. The Becky on the couch had not cum, as I was being too gentle with my licking. After the last cum on screen, Becky said, "I'd better return this to Jamie," and went back into the bedroom. Then I saw her come out of the bedroom and leave the apartment.
I turned off the TV, stood up behind Becky, dropped my pants and slowly sunk my cock into her. "Faster! Harder!" she kept screaming. But I was in the mood for a slow fuck. I gave her long, slow strokes, enjoying her oven hot pussy.
"Please, sir, I can't stand it," Becky screamed. "I need to cum. Touch my clit! Fuck me harder! Do my ass!"
I leaned over her and very gently ran my fingertips over her nipples. "No," I whispered in her ear. "I want to enjoy a long, slow, leisurely fuck. I am going to stop moving now and you are going to fuck me, but you are going to do it the way that I want it."
"Yes, sir," Becky whispered back at me.
I stood back up and Becky started moving slowly. After about ten strokes, I felt her clench up and she came quietly. She slowed down even more for a minute, and then started stroking again. We went through this cycle three or four times, until I felt ready to cum. Then I pulled myself out until the head of my cock was just inside the tight opening ring of her pussy. I moved millimeters in and out for a minute until I came, right at the opening of her pussy. As I finished cumming I slammed myself all the way in and pulled her back to me by her tits. I kissed her neck and held her like that for a minute. The I let myself fall out of her, and still holding her, rolled over the back of the couch so that we were both lying on the couch. Miraculously, neither of us ended up on the floor.
"I liked that," I told her.
"Oh, sir! I did too," she said, kissing me. "I needed you to pump me hard, and you didn't. But when you whispered for me to fuck you slow, when you ordered me to, I swear I got even more turned on. I didn't think that I could cum like that, and then I did! Four times! Just from moving on you. Just because I knew you required me to. YOU are the expert at pushing people's buttons!"
"Not people's," I said, "just yours."
"How about Veronica?" she asked. "And Jamie? And Nelly? And is there a woman you've met in the last two weeks whose buttons you didn't push?"
"OK, maybe certain people's," I acknowledged.
"Ummm." Becky moaned contentedly as she snuggled into me. I let her stay there for a few minutes, and then said, "I think the bed would be more comfortable."
"Carry me," she said in a little voice.
I was happy to, so I picked her up and took her to bed. I rolled up behind her, snuggled in, and we both went to sleep.