Sitting at her desk, the neat pile on the corner much too big, Hayley absently slipped another sweet into her mouth.  That was going to get her in trouble, she was already over her daily limit (a new rule), but part of her was craving a good, hard spanking.  Hell, it had been twenty eight days, she was craving everything.  At times she felt like she’d gotten used to the crazy, towering, gut-twisting need.  At other times, late at night or after she’d just edged, she’d be breathless with need, on the edge of breaking the most important rule, part of her just wondering what would happen if she did.  He would do something wicked, something really wicked, and you would like that…  And the plug in her ass wasn’t helping anything.  All week he'd worked her up to the biggest one, a different color each day.  Every time she moved, it reminded her that she was owned.  And how long it had been…

She was losing her mind.

As if he could read that very same crazy mind, her phone buzzed.  Doesn’t he know it’s tax season?   Still, part of her was excited by the text.  He was in California, buying a hotel, so he would be just waking up.  Would his cock be hard?  Would he be stroking it, thinking of her?  Part of her needed to hear something sweet and caring from him.  It was sounding more and more like he wasn’t going to make it back to London for the weekend, and she couldn’t imagine he’d let her come after a month without being here.  So she was going to have to wait longer.  He’d even said the most horrible of words Baby, if I can’t make it, I’ll make it up to you.  She looked at her phone.

Him:  Go edge.  Twice.  Please me.

Well, so much for anything sweet.  Not even a bloody-damn good morning.  Bastard.  The word was almost his new nickname, at least in her mind.  

Her:  Sir, I’m really busy.  It’s tax season, remember?  Please.  

That should piss him off.  Which is what she wanted, but she immediately regretted thinking that.  And the text.  Frustrated, in nineteen different ways, she sighed heavily.  She needed to come.  But she also needed him.  Needed to smell him, needed to feel his arms around her, needed to feel loved.  It was starting to scare her.

Her phone buzzed again.  She knew it wasn’t going to be good.

Him:  Hayley, are you going to disappoint me?

God, using her name, that wasn’t fair.  

Her:  No Sir.  Please, Sir, may I please go rub my owned clit?  

Him:  That’s better, but no good girl.  You’ve earned the clamps.  Now.  You have five minutes for two edges and clamps applied.  

Christ.  She got up, the plug still rude in her ass.  She looked at her watch—ten minutes until her next appointment, her last of the day, a Mr. Abercrombie.  He was a new client, and those always took longer.  Hopefully she’d be back to her office, and he’d let her take the clamps off before her meeting started.  God, he wouldn’t be that cruel…

She nodded to her receptionist, Katie, as she went by.  “Katie, if Mr. Abercrombie arrives before I’m back from the loo, please show him in.”

“Of course.”  

Six minutes later, her nipples on fire, her pussy throbbing—she had no idea how many times she’d edged in the 28 days—she walked back past Katie.

“Mr. Abercrombie is in your office.”  Katie was smiling a funny little smile, but Hayley was too focused on her nipples to give it much thought.  

Putting on her new-client smile, she stepped through the door to her office.  A white vase with a wild mix of flowers sat on her desk.  They were beautiful.  She stopped, confused.  She looked at Mr. Abercrombie sitting in front of her desk, his back to her, then back at the flowers.  She was about to step back out and ask Katie about the flowers when the man in the chair turned towards her.  Mr. Abercrombie was smiling at her, a big, cat-ate-the-canary smile, only it wasn’t any Mr. Abercrombie.  It was her Henry.

She went from confused to stunned.  

“Hi there,” he said, as he stood up and walked to her.  “Surprised?”

She couldn’t speak, couldn’t say a word.  His arms wrapped around her and he kissed her.  Sometime during the kiss, her mind caught up.

“You’re…you’re in California.”

“Obviously not.  I wouldn’t miss your big day.”

She had no idea what he was talking about.  “What—“  He cut her off with another kiss, and suddenly she was crazy happy and kissing him.  

He pulled her with him, back to the chair, and then helped her into his lap.  She said, “I’ve missed you so much.”

“Me too, baby, me too.”

She felt like she wanted to cry.

His hand brushed across the front of her shirt, and he could feel the nipple clamps.  He chuckled.  “Were you a good girl?”

“Yes, Sir.  I edged twice, just like you said.”

“Yes, the second time I asked.”  He wasn’t too happy about that.  Which was exactly what she wanted, except he wasn’t supposed to be here.  It was much, much safer angering him when he was eight time zones away.  “And by my watch, you were at least a minute late.”

Katie popped into her office.  Hayley tried to stand up, to make things look normal, but Katie just smiled at her and shut the door.  Part of her was worried about Katie knowing, but mostly she just wanted to be with him, touch him, kiss him.

“And is my slut a horny girl?  Has she been enjoying her month of teasing?”

“No.  Yes.  I don’t know.”  It sounded like she was going crazy.  “It’s been hard.”

He chuckled.  His hand slipped between her legs, pressing against her snatch, cupping it.  Another kiss, but this one was different, harder and hungry.  Her hand found his cock, hard and ready, and stroked it.  She tried to pull his zipper down, but he stopped her.  “Oh, you don’t get that yet.  We need to get you spanked, you naughty girl.”

“Please?”

“No, my slut.  Get those pants down, get across that desk.  I’m sure you remember how.”

She huffed, tried to act upset, but a squeeze of her clamped nipple and she was moving to the desk.  Her snatch was as wet as a London winter as she pulled her slacks and panties down to her ankles.  She wanted a spanking, wanted to feel his touch, even wanted it to hurt.  She needed to feel his, to feel owned, he’d been too far away.  She bent over the desk, grabbing the far side, happy to be showing him her plugged ass and wet pussy.

Two fingers plunged into her pussy.  God that made her feel owned.  She wiggled her hips, encouraging him, but the fingers still slid out.  They took the end of the plug, pushed it deeper in, then pulled it partially out, spreading her ass wide.  He pushed it back in.  

Without a word, one hand pressed into her low back, pinning her to the desk, as the other cracked into her left cheek.  “Such a perfect, unbruised ass.  We should take a before and after pic.”  Crack, crack, crack.  His hands were big and strong, but strangely, she wanted more, wanted it harder.  

“Harder, Sir, please.”

“Oh really?”  The hand disappeared from her back.  “I have a present for you.  Get it out of my briefcase.”  She was confused, again, and looked at him.  He gestured towards the briefcase next to the chair in front of her desk.  She stood up and shuffled to the chair, then picked up the briefcase and sat it on the chair.  Wrapped in brown paper, a little, pink bow on top, it was pretty damn obvious what it was.  “What could it be?” she asked.  The package was round with a handle, a bit bigger than a ping pong paddle.  He chuckled.  She picked it up; it was heavier than she expected.

She asked, “Can I?”  He nodded, and she unwrapped it.  It was wooden, a light brown, and had holes in it.  She thought her wish for a harder spanking had been a very bad idea.

He put his hand out.  With some trepidation, she handed it to him.  “Get back over the desk.  Get that ass up, nice and high.”

“Yes, Sir.”  She shuffled back to the desk, bent over and arched up for him.  How much was it going—

Thawp!

It took her breath away.  Oh Christ.

Thawp, thawp!  

Both cheeks, one after the other.  The sound was meaty and thick, and she knew the paddle was going to make a mess out of her ass.  

Thawp, thawp. 

How many was he planning?  She didn’t think she’d make ten.  

Thawp, thawp.  

He was taking his time, rubbing the paddle across her ass between swats, letting the pain sink in.  

Thawp, thawp.  

What had she been thinking?  It was too much.  

Thawp, thawp, thawp!  

She said, “Sir, please… enough.  It hurts.”  

He sat the paddle on her lower back, the handle between the tops of her cheeks.  He tugged her slacks and panties off of her ankles, then she felt something very soft—her panties?—rub up the inside of her thigh, across her pussy, then back and forth.  He was drying her with her panties.  Why?

Finally satisfied, he walked around the desk and sat in her chair.  He didn’t say a word.  The room felt as it had been dipped in ice, but she wasn’t sure why.  Finally, she lifted up and looked at him.  Her panties were dangling from his index finger, looking blue and pretty and damp.  His eyes were cold—he was not happy.  Angry, even.  He moved his other hand in front of her face, opened it, allowing the gold wrappers to float down to the floor.  

“There are a lot of these in your trash can.  With no trash on top of them.  What would Holmes and Watson make of that?”  He liked Elementary, and the British version, too.   Usually she would tease him about that, but thought it better to save that comment for later.  “How many have you eaten today?”

“Six…or seven…Sir.”  

“And what is your rule?”

“Three per day, Sir.”

“And yesterday?”

“I… I don’t remember.  Sir.  Probably ten or twelve.”

“Hayley…”  The tone in his voice hurt far worse than the paddle.  A finger lifted her chin up, so she had to look at him.  He shook his head.  “Hayley, you’re never bad.  Not ever.  Normally you’d walk ten miles, naked and in the London cold, if I even hinted that’s what I wanted.  And yet just a little while ago you questioned your orders.  Then I see you’re eating way too many sweets.  And you dare to tell me ‘enough’ when I’m paddling you?”   She couldn’t stand to look at him, had to look down at his shoes, embarrassed and ashamed.  “Tell me what’s going on with you.  What’s really going on.”   

She closed her eyes, trying to figure it out herself.  “I…I’m not sure.  It just felt like you were so far away.  One of us is either always at work or asleep.  I don’t know.”

“There’s more.  Tell me.”

She thought about it, searched for it.  She’d felt like she was losing him.  She didn’t know why.  “Is there someone else, Sir?  Someone in California?”  She did look up then.  She was very relieved that he looked stunned.

“No.  Hayley, God no.  Why would you think that?”

“You just seemed so busy.  Always busy.  Always short with me.”

“I was buying a hotel.  I’ve never done that before.”

“Did you buy it?”

“No.  Nothing was going right, every ten minutes was a new hurdle or something went wrong.  Finally, I thought, I don’t know a damn thing about hotels except how to stay in them.  What am I doing?”  

He leaned forward and kissed her.  Then looked into her eyes for a long moment.  He asked, “So instead of asking me about this, or telling me you weren’t getting enough attention, you decided to be bad?”

“Well, I didn’t really decide.  It just sort of happened.”

“Have you come?”  

She could tell that was a very important question.  “No Sir.  I wouldn’t dare.”  Well, I had thought about it quite a bit.

“And you still want to be owned?  To be mine?”  

That question scared her.  “Yes, Sir.  Of course, Sir.”

“This isn’t your way of telling me you don’t want to be?”

“No Sir.  Please Sir.  It’s all I want.  I love…you…owning me.”  She hadn’t been quite sure how that sentence was going to end.

Very slowly, he stared to fold her panties up, from one end to the other.  “So you are still mine?  Owned?  Every inch of you?”

“Yes, Sir.  All of me.  I am yours.  Your slut.”  

“In that case, who decides when you edge?  When your paddling stops?  How many sweets you eat?”

“You do, Sir.”

“What should I do about your poor behavior?”

You should paddle me until I cry.  “Punish me, Sir.  Punish me as you see fit.”

He nodded.  He was done with her panties, a nice, neat ball of soft and damp.  He put them in front of her mouth.  “Open.”

She did.  He pushed her wet panties into her mouth.  Her smell, her want, filled her senses.  

“Get naked.  Now.”

She stood up, and the paddle fell to the floor with a loud clatter.  She ignored it, stepped out of the one leg of her slacks, then slipped off her shoes.  She knew better than to leave a mess, so she folded her slacks neatly and put them on the chair.  She unbuttoned her blouse, the chains swinging from the clamps attached to her nipples.  She picked up the paddle, sat it on the desk, and then she was back over it, her ass high, wanting it.

Taking his time, he slowly walked around the desk.

He made her wait, lightly taping the paddle against his hand.  She pushed up higher on her toes, as high as she could, straining for him.  

Thawp, thawp!  

The sound was loud, filling the room.  Could Katie hear it?  She waited, for the half of a second between the sound and what she knew was coming.  Then it hit, the pain rolling through her, deep and raw.  They were harder this time.  They fucking hurt.

“From now on, there will be no sweets of any kind without permission.”  

Thawp, thawp.

“And there won’t be any permission given for at least ten days.”  

Thawp, thawp.  

“That rule is to make you healthier.  It is for your own good.”  

Thawp, thawp, thawp, THAWP!  

“Do you understand?”

She nodded and mumbled, “Yes, Sir,” as best she could around her panties.

Thawp, thawp.  

“If I have to spank you again for this, Katie will be invited to watch.”

Now that was motivating.  Arching higher, she nodded and mumbled again, swearing to herself she’d never eat another of those damn, little sweets.  

Thawp, thawp.  

“I had wanted today to be special, a special day for you.  But when you’re naughty, especially this bad, it has to be dealt with.”  

Thawp, thawp.  

She had no idea what he was talking about.  Had they started this on the 3rd?  What special day was it?  

Thawp, thawp!  

Her ass was roasting, the heat and the hurt rising.  A tear dribbled down her cheek.  All the work she had to do in the next few days, and she wasn’t even sure when she’d be able to sit again.  Maybe a standing desk— 

Thawp, thawp.  

More tears.  She arched up, wanting to please him, wanting things to be okay again, feeling horrible in having disappointed him.  Of having doubted him.

Thawp, thawp, THAWP!  

She was crying now, simply crying.  “That’s it, baby.  Let it out.  It will all be over soon.” 

Thawp, thawp.  

He said, “Six more, on each cheek.  Then we will be done.  Arch that owned ass up.  Ask for them.”

Arching up as high as her toes could strain, she mumbled a “Please, Sir,” around her wet panties.  Tears were running, now.  

Thawp, thawp.  

It had never hurt like this.  But she knew she deserved it.  Needed it.

Thawp, thawp!

Those were harder, low on her cheeks.  She cried out, almost stood up.  Her hands squeezed the edge of the desk, holding on like it was a life raft.

THAWP, THAWP.  

His hand in the middle of his back held her in place as she cried.  “It’s okay, my love.  You were bad, but you’ve paid the price.  You’re forgiven.”  That made her cry harder, a rush of emotion filling her.  He rubbed her back, comforted her with little, kind words, until she had calmed down.  She reached back with her hand, to hold his.  He leaned over and kissed it.  

“Okay, get your nose in the corner.  Bad girls get corner time.”  He helped her up, then guided her to the corner.  Put in the corner in her own office, her ass spanked raw, her wet panties filling her mouth.  You wanted to feel owned…

He left her there, opened the door and walked out, leaving the door open.  She could her him talking to Katie.  Was he going to bring her back in here?  Hayley wondered what she would do…. I do not want that.  I do not want that.  Yet she could feel her pussy heating up with the wickedness of it, the humiliation.  He might make her crawl around the room, might make her show Katie the plug in her ass, let Katie touch her paddled ass.  Stop that!  I don’t want any of that!   Her heartbeat far too loud in her ears, she listened with her whole being for Katie’s footsteps, or her voice, headed her way.  She realized the answer was she’d do exactly what he told her too.  She’d already been bad today, she didn’t plan on being bad again for a long, long time.  

His footsteps came back, only his footsteps, thank God.  He closed the door.  She wanted to look, to make sure Katie wasn’t there, but she didn’t dare.

He ignored her.  Made a phone call, told someone about the deal falling through.  His American accountant?  After that, she could hear him tapping away on his cell, answering emails, no doubt.  Or playing a game, not even looking at her flaming bottom.

She was thinking about Katie again, him making an appointment with her for Hayley’s next spanking, when he touched her shoulder.  She jumped.  His hands ran down her back, took a cheek in each and squeezed.  Fuck, fuck, fuck.

He said, “Go back to the desk.  Sit on it.  Spread your legs and edge three times.”

She walked to the desk, knowing it was going to hurt.  As gently as possible, she lowered herself down to the wood.  Oh fuck.  She popped back up.  

“It’s going to take a while for your owned ass to heal.  You should be very, very good until it does.  Another paddling…”

“Yes, Sir,” she managed around the panties.  She tried again, managed to put a little weight on her cheeks.  Damn, damn, damn.

Keeping her toes firmly on the ground, she reached between her legs and started to rub.  

“Legs wider.”  

Bastard.  Every inch wider put more weight on her ass.  He motioned for her to go wider still, until all her weight was on her ass.  Fuck, fuck, fuck.  She hated the paddle.

“Perhaps the paddle will deter you the next time you think about being bad.”

She mumbled, “Yes, Sir.”  Fuck yes it would.

“Close your eyes.  Rub that owned pussy.  I don’t have all day.”

She did.  She edged three times as he ignored her, played on his phone, even made more calls.  And damn Katie kept slipping into her thoughts, watching her get paddled, watching her clean off his wet cock, watching her edge herself, having to ask Katie for a sweet.  On the last edge, she’d even imagined him calling Katie, having her paddle Hayley.  She was thinking, no, no, no, as she almost came.  

Her breath ragged, she opened her eyes to him sitting in front of her, having been watching for who knows how long.  “Done, Sir.”  It sounded like blah, blah.  

“Good girl.”  That felt good to her heart, like a cold glass of water on a hot day.  “On your back.  Now.”  Very carefully, she rolled back, her ass crying out.  “Spread your legs.  That’s it, nice and wide.  Now hold them there with your hands.”  She was holding the backs of her knees, her legs obscenely wide, her pussy on full display.

He walked back around the desk, gave her a kiss on the forehead, then opened a drawer.  Not finding what he wanted, he opened another.  Her wooden ruler appeared in his hand.  He slapped it against his palm as he circled back around.  He pushed two fingers into her owned snatch.  “All of that, and you’re still dripping wet.  I’m sure you’re enjoying the taste?”  She was pretty sure that was a rhetorical question.  His fingers started fucking her, fast and rough.  She knew he was edging her, that there was no way she was coming.  Would he wait another month?  Part of her thought he should, maybe even wanted it.  

It didn’t take long, and the wicked edge was there.  She moaned, loud, to warn him.  Since her mouth wasn’t available, he wiped her wetness on her breasts, moving her nipples around.  Oh, those were going to hurt when they came off.

The ruler smacked her snatch.  Not hard, but it did sting.  Thwack, thwack, thwack, he worked his way up and down her pussy, outside her lips, between her lips, on her lips. She liked it.  Did he know that?  Or did he think he was still punishing her?  The thwack’s moved up to her clit, which was still alive and needy as hell.  She spread wider, would have encouraged him to spank her harder, if she could have.

“Yes, you’re enjoying this, aren’t you?  What a naughty slut.  Did I spank you hard enough?  Or do you need more to learn your lesson?”  

To answer, she pulled her knees closer to her chest, the skin on her ass crying out.  He gave her six more, with his rough, strong hands, on each cheek, in that horrible position.  Hurt, hurt, hurt.  Fresh tears ran down each side of her face.  Then it was back to the ruler and her naughty snatch.  He peppered her inner thighs, her lips, her clit.  When he was satisfied, he walked back around.

After a kiss to her forehead, he pulled the panties out of her mouth.  “Who owns you?”

“You do, Sir.  All of me.”

“Have you learned your lesson?”

“Yes, Sir.  I'm so sorry, Sir.  I’ll be good.”

He nodded.  “And if you feel that way again, you will tell me?”

She knew that would be very, very hard, but she nodded.  “Yes, Sir.  I will.”

“Good girl.”  Another kiss, this one with tongue.  “Now, if you’d not been such a bad girl, I had planned just to spank you with my hand, and then give you the ruler.”  He tapped her poor, clamped nippled with the end of the ruler.  Why did she like that pain, and not the paddle pain?  Casually, like it was nothing, he reached out and undid her right clamp.  Fuck, fuck, fuck.  That hurt, and she had to bite her cheek to keep from crying out.  He tapped the left one, the sensitive one, but didn’t undo it.  “Then I had something special planned, for your special day.”  She opened her mouth, to ask what the hell he was talking about, and he pushed the panties back in.

Staring at her, he moved back around the desk, pushed her thighs even wider, and bent over and kissed her clit.  Fuck he’d never done that before.  It suddenly was a special day.  He kissed and licked his way down one side, just outside her lip, then licked from the bottom of her pussy down to the tip of the plug.

Please, please, please dear God, don’t let this be him edging me.  Please, please don’t make this part of the punishment.  Please.  It felt heavenly.

Then it was back up, teasing her lip, his tongue flicking back and forth.  He spread her lips with his fingers, then did a big, wide lick up her snatch.  She moaned around her panties.  Damn, he’s good at that.  Damn, he needs to do it more often.  Of course, it helped that it had been a forever since she’d come.  Maybe that was why it seemed like he was good at it.  Then his tongue found her clit.  Oh, fuck, he is good.  She moaned again.  She was close.  She moaned, loud, hoping he’d understand.  

He stood up, looked down on her.  “What was that, my slut?  Do you want me to keep licking your clit?”  He was smiling a wicked smile, his chin and lips wet with her juices.  She nodded, tried to say please around the panties.  “Well, since it is your day, even though you were naughty…”  Her prayers answered, he bent back over and his lips touched her clit.  He kissed it.  His warm, soft tongue circled around it, smaller and smaller circles, until her body was shaking.  She could feel his breath on her pussy as he said, “Come for me.  Now.”

Nearly a month of teasing inside her broke like a dam; a small dribble at first, then all hell broke loose and the flood followed.  She was crying out into her panties and coming on his lips and tongue.  He didn’t stop, and she knew better than to close her legs.

He kept licking, then shoved two fingers inside her snatch.  She could feel it as his finger tips slid across every bump on the plug filling her ass.  

She came again, as hard as she’s ever come, biting down hard on her panties.  He bit her clit.  She screamed.  She shook.  She forgot her name, who she was.  She was nothing more than her clit and his tongue, his teeth.  

His wonderful tongue disappeared.  She heard a zipper.  She looked down, at him smiling his big, American smile, as he lined his cock up with her pussy.  “You are owned, Hayley, my sweet slut.  Don’t ever forget that, or doubt that, again.”  She nodded.  His cock pushed into her.  It felt too big, with the big plug in her ass, but he didn’t stop, the invasion filling her.  He stared at her, his eyes intense, as he gripped her thighs and fucked her.  Her pussy was still on fire, still spasming, tight around his cock. 

Without stopping his cock, he reached up and undid the other clamp.  She came again, the pain exquisite and deep.  He put his hands on top of both of her breasts, her nipples still on fire, holding her down, and fucked her hard, his body slapping into hers.  

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes…. She was insane, her mind gone, one short, intense orgasm after another rolling through her until it was a blur, one long orgasm.  His fingers pulled her panties out, then pushed into her mouth.  She sucked on them, sucked hard.  He bent over, his hand holding her down by the hair, and kissed her.  Finally able to talk, she said, “Fuck me Sir.  Fuck me hard.  Fill me up.  I want your come.  Show your slut who owns her.”  He adjusted her legs, bent her even further in half, her knees at her shoulders.  His cock slammed into her, his thighs smacking against her holy-fuck sore and bruised ass.  Slap-slap-slap.  It hurt.  It felt so good.  

He gave her a good, long fucking; a wonderful swirl of pleasure and pain.  He kissed her again, bit her lip, and she knew he was close.  He fucked her harder, pinning her hard against the desk.  He came, came hard, by the sound of it, and she had one more, a little one, sweet and perfect as his come poured into her.    

He kissed her again, his hard cock still sliding in and out.  He said, “Happy Birthday, my sweet Hayley.”

She looked at him, confused.  “It’s not my birthday.”

“What?”

She laughed.  “It’s not my birthday.  Not for another month.”

“But I looked. It’s February third.”

“No, it’s March second.”  She was laughing harder, now.  Then she figured it out.  “It’s 2 March, not February 3.”  Now she couldn’t stop laughing.

He was staring at her, not believing it.  “You Brits do the date backwards.  Fuck.”

She knew it wasn’t that funny, but she was laughing hard, really hard, all the tension she’d been holding in sliding out of her.  Finally, he had to laugh, too.  She asked, “So I get all this again, in a month?  Your tongue, again?”  She really wanted that.

“Maybe.  If you’re very, very good.  For a change.”

“Oh, for your tongue, I will be.”  She pushed him back, his cock slipping out of her.  She kissed him, a good, long kiss as his cock pressed into her stomach.  Then she slid down, to clean up her mess, hoping she could get him hard again for another go.

He said, “Maybe I can take the flowers back.”

She slapped him on the side, but she didn’t stop licking.  Her ass hurt, really hurt, and she knew it was only going to get worse.  Her nipples throbbed, her snatch was even sore from the ruler and the fucking.  She was on her knees, licking a cock that was a mess of him and her, once again his slut, happily owned, and as happy as could be.