Never Enough Ch. 07

Chapter Seven - With Benjamin at the hotel

Paddington station was quieter than I'd seen it before. But then it was nearly 8pm on a Monday evening, so the commuters were long gone, so it was mainly just a few groups of tourists heading back to their hotels after an afternoon in Kensington Gardens or Hyde Park.

I was wearing a pair of light summer trousers - "harem pants" they were called on the website - dark red with a vaguely arabic design, and a white vest top that may have been a mistake because I realised as I got out of the taxi into the evening sunshine that my nipples were actually slightly visible through the material. If they became erect they'd be even more obvious, and so I tried my best not to think about what had happened before I left the house.

Stephen had been very pleased to see me already home when he arrived. Especially as I was waiting naked in the hallway for him, on my knees. I knew that he would like that, and how right I was.

And so before we'd even spoken to each other, he had given me his cock to take eagerly into my mouth.

But before I'd made him actually come, he'd pulled me to my feet and we'd kissed passionately, his hands all over me.

We did that for a long time, and then he picked me up in a fireman's lift and carried me up the stairs as I giggled and struggled, and he gave me a few playful slaps on my bottom and told me to behave.

I was thrown onto the bed, and he'd been on me then, kissing me urgently again, pinning my wrists above me against the bed with one large hand.

He was still dressed, and I loved the feel of his clothed body against my smooth naked one.

He put his knee between my legs, pushing them apart, and moved it up until it was against my pussy and I was rubbing myself against it and groaning.

He sucked my nipples and kissed every inch of my breasts and my sternum and then my tummy, shifting himself down until his mouth was on my pussy and I cried out at the heavenly sensation of his tongue licking me bottom to top. He lapped at my slick juices, and my hardening clitoris, but only once.

Then, from between my legs, he said:

"Tell me about your day. All of it."

And as I did, he licked me every few seconds, making me catch my breath and groan in pleasure and have to stop, but then he would pinch my nipple as punishment. "Keep going," he'd say sternly, but then lick me again a moment later.

In this halting way, I managed to tell him all about my encounters with Benjamin. How he'd had me strip completely. How he'd touched my bottom to see how well I'd been spanked over the weekend and that morning. And how he'd made me spread my legs for him and insert the remote controlled vibrator.

I told him every detail as best I could about the entire day, right up to my staggering walk up to his office while he triggered the vibrator, and the new case he wanted me to work on, and how he'd made me remove the vibrator in front of him and told me that it would be our ritual at the start and end of every working day.

And when my story was done, Stephen pushed his tongue inside me and licked me and kissed and sucked on my clitoris over and over until I felt an orgasm building.

And then... And then he stopped, and stood up, leaving me writhing and pleading desperately.

"Oh god Stephen please. Please please make me come. Oh god please. Ohhhhh god....."

He took both my ankles in the same strong hand, and lifted my legs up in the air so that he could smack my bottom - four or five times - before I was then flipped onto my front.

I heard the sound of the tube of lubricant and I began to plead with him.

"Oh Stephen. Won't you fuck my pussy. Please? It'll be so soft and tight and heavenly for your cock. I promise I'll try not to come. I'll make it so nice for you, you can fuck my pussy really hard if that's what you want. I'm yours. You can do whatever you want to me, but please use my pussy. Please..."

On and on I begged and wheedled, but it did me no good at all. Moments later, it was my anus that felt his massive cock nudging it.

And of course, that was as it should be. I was his sex slave. And this was my punishment week. And so I took his cock deep in my arse, groaning as it filled me, pushing myself back onto it like the good submissive girl that I was.

And stood here now in the station I could still feel it. I loved the sensation of still being able to feel his cock, and despite my out of control levels of sexual frustration, I loved that he'd stuck to the rules he'd laid out for me. Only anal sex. And no orgasms for me.

My pussy craved cock. It was as simple as that. I needed it so badly, and the thought occurred to me that I could go and buy a dildo and when I was alone in my hotel room later, I could....

"Jen!" Benjamin's voice was commanding. He was beckoning me from the other side of the concourse.

I looked down at my chest and saw that I'd failed in my attempt to not think about arousing things. My nipples were rock hard and very obvious through the white cotton. But then, if I was honest with myself, isn't that why I'd chosen it?

These were the only clothes I had chosen for myself. Stephen had packed my little suitcase for me. I'd only been allowed to pack the toiletries I'd need. I'd had a little delve though, and seen what he'd picked out for me. Nothing too revealing - which was a relief. I needed to be dressed modestly tomorrow in front of Michael Jacobs the foreign minister. It was a coral dress. Very very thin fabric, but it was no shorter than the one I'd worn today, and it had a high neckline, and the intricate pattern of plants and flowers was busy enough that if my nipples were hard, it wouldn't be too noticeable I thought. Under the dress I saw what looked like a new nightie - a very small one no doubt, but I didn't disturb his packing.

As I walked towards Benjamin, pulling my little case behind me, he was looking at his phone. He was wearing exactly the same clothes as he'd worn in work, but now had a little pull along case of his own, with his suit jacket slung over the handle.

At the last moment, I'd put on some high wedges instead of my converse trainers. Not as comfortable, but they added a slight sexiness, and it meant that the height differential between me and Benjamin wouldn't be as much which gave me confidence.

I had absolutely no idea what to expect from the trip. Benjamin was still unpredictable, and this wholly new context was unchartered territory. I wondered if he'd be more relaxed and friendly. And I wondered where we stood in terms of his agreement with Stephen out of work hours like this.

Well as it turned out, there didn't seem to be any difference between Office Benjamin and Evening Benjamin. He was brusque and matter of fact as I reached him.

"Platform 5. I booked us First Class so we can work more comfortably," was his greeting.

We walked side by side with our cases behind us.

I decided I wasn't going to grace his rudeness with any attempt at small talk. I'd see if he was going to venture something.

But he didn't. We walked in silence, and I found myself thinking about what had happened earlier that day in his office. Then I found myself imagining us at the hotel together. In his room, on the end of the bed with my legs apart while he insisted I insert that vibrator again.

Lying back on the bed while he triggered it over and over again and watched me orgasm in front of him.

"Have you eaten?" he demanded, interrupting my day dream.

It wasn't small talk I noted. It was a practical request.

"Yes," I said. "I had a quick bite before I left."

"Good," he said. "I did too. But if you find yourself feeling hungry, we can order from the buffet. Company expenses will cover it."

"Thank you," I replied, and I wondered at this strange man who had so few airs and graces, but who turned me on so powerfully.

----

The train journey went smoothly. We sat side by side at a table to ourselves, and it felt quite convivial to be so close to him like that, in a companionable way, looking through papers together and discussing the Jacobs case in conspiratorial voices so that no one else would overhear.

About half an hour before we arrived, Benjamin announced that he needed to attend to some work emails. And so as he pulled out his laptop, I decided to get mine out too and see if anything needed my attention.

But I didn't get as far as doing any work because the first thing I saw was an email in my personal inbox from Stephen. It had the subject line 'Contract of ownership'.

Dearest Jen,

If you click on the link, you'll find a contract I've drafted up which lays out terms for my being your official owner.

Have a read. If you're happy with it, you can sign it electronically. Otherwise, we can talk when you're back and make any amendments you think we need.

Hope you have a successful trip. Remember to be obedient to Benjamin.

I love you.

S

I glanced across at Benjamin, but he was engrossed in typing.

I clicked the link, and began to read.

It felt stark seeing my name in a document like this. It was so official. And yet the things it said made me blush.

He laid out, in expert legalese, his obligations to me as my owner, and my obligations to him.

The former said, among other things:

He would dominate me every day (where possible) for his own sexual enjoyment, or entertainment.

He would dominate me in order that I could fulfil my desire to be submissive, making sure to focus mainly (but not exclusively) on things which I found arousing.

He would ensure that I was regularly reminded of my role as his submissive.

My submission was predominantly sexual, and that we were equals in all other aspects of our relationship. However any other areas where he or I wished me to be submissive could be discussed and agreed.

To punish me as he saw fit, in order to improve my behaviour, to reinforce my role as submissive, or simply for his own enjoyment.

He would ensure that I was always kept safe (with a great deal about how, including safe words, and sticking to types of activity we'd previously done or discussed).

He would ensure that I felt loved, and aim to always maintain a healthy, trusting relationship and friendship

My main obligations were:

To give myself to him sexually whenever and however he wished.

To be fully sexually submissive and subservient to him.

To obey any command he gave me in his role as Owner without question. These commands would be recognisable because they would be direct instructions without please or thank you.

To keep myself fit and healthy and sexually desirable to him.

To wear clothes which pleased him, which would usually mean that they should be skimpy and insubstantial (with regard to appropriacy and public decency).

To use safe words, or, where I was unable to speak, the equivalent pattern of syllables, whenever I felt I needed to.

To offer myself for sex regularly.

To ensure that he had more orgasms than me in any given week.

To be open and honest at all times, with no secrets. To share all sexual fantasies, and desires. To own up to all transgressions promptly.

To aim to always maintain a healthy, trusting relationship and friendship.

Finally the contract stated that we should review the contract at least every month.

I closed my laptop and glanced at Benjamin again. He seemed oblivious to what I'd been reading.

My heart was aflutter. My pussy was dangerously wet.

I looked out the window at the beautiful landscape on which dusk was now falling. And after pondering a while, I opened my laptop and began to type some amendments.

Perhaps some people would say it was foolish, but I trusted Stephen completely. And so I removed the part about only pre-agreed activities. I felt that my safe words were enough, and I wanted the excitement of not knowing what he might do with me.

Into his obligations, I added that I wanted him to use my body as he wished for his own sexual enjoyment and gratification.

I also added something about restraining me and inflicting pain on me in any ways that he found arousing.

I thought some more, and then added to the punishment section that spanking should be the most common form of punishment. Being spanked was, after all, my greatest love when it came to being dominated.

Into my obligations I added that I had to always work hard at getting better at pleasuring him, including practising inhibiting my gag reflex.

I also said that I should always be respectful and act submissively with him when appropriate.

Finally I felt it was important to include something I was surprised he'd missed out. Thinking about the agreement with Benjamin, I wrote that I should be equally submissive to anyone that he deemed I should be.

Then, with a rush of excitement, I added my electronic signature, and sent it back to him.

I was now officially his submissive, to do with as he pleased. The thought filled me with warmth and love and sexual desire.

----

It was nearly half past ten by the time we got to the hotel, a four star place with a spa and golf club, in a village near Taunton. It felt welcoming inside, and going out on a limb, I suggested a drink.

To my surprise he said: "Why not?"

And so having checked in, we went through to the bar instead of going up to our rooms.

Again, it felt strange doing something so normal with this man who I associated with always being at his large mahogany desk, strict and disciplinary, authoritative, and sexually dominant.

It felt almost like we were equals as we ordered our drinks together, and I wondered whether the people in the bar assumed we were a couple.

But as we sat opposite each other in a little booth, there was no mistaking his power over me, even here in this neutral setting.

He emanated it. He was so completely at ease and confident, that I thought that there could be no scenario where he wouldn't be in complete control.

Gosh he was handsome, and as I thought again that we could be mistaken as a couple, I felt myself blush at the thought.

"Have you been to Somerset before?" he asked me.

So he could make conversation after all!

"No I don't think so," I said. "You?"

"You don't think so?" he challenged.

"Well..." I faltered. "No. I haven't."

"That's better," he said. "As a good barrister, you need to speak with clarity. Be factual. And don't appease - state what you mean."

"Yes, that's good advice," I smiled. So much for conversation. He was determined to train me.

"Sir," he prompted.

I blinked. "Yes. Sorry," I said. "Sir."

I felt my pussy moisten. What had I been thinking, that we would chat like friends? Or even that we could be equals. He effortlessly dominated me.

"I have been to Somerset, yes," he said. "I came here in 2008 with my wife. We stayed at Burnham On Sea."

"Oh, that's nice," I said brightly, having never heard of the place, but eager to grease the wheels of our conversation.

"Not really," he replied. "We got divorced the year after."

I was dumbstruck by this. Having just learned the revelation that he had a wife, I now learned that in fact he didn't, in a manner that allowed for no further questions.

We sipped our wine in silence for a moment, and just as I'd plucked up the courage to try a question, he spoke instead:

"I've had a message from your husband."

"Oh. What did he say?"

"I'll show you," he said, and pulled his phone from his pocket, tapped on it a few times, and then laid it in front of me.

"Benjamin, as I think I mentioned to you, this week I'm giving Jen a bedtime spanking each evening, and a morning one too. I wonder if you'd mind fulfilling this duty for me since I'm not there to do it?"

My heart skipped a beat.

But the message went on:

"It's entirely up to you how you do it, and how thorough you think is best. I'll message Jen and ask her to report back after each one, so there's no need to update me.

I hope you don't mind the imposition, but I'm sure you'll agree that it's important to maintain Jen's punishment this week."

I scrolled again. There was yet more. I didn't dare make eye contact with Benjamin as I read, but I was sure he would be studying my reaction.

"By the way, I've emailed you a contract. If you get a chance to sign it I'd be grateful."

My mind was ticking over at a hundred miles an hour, and my pussy was suddenly very wet.

I scrolled back up to re-read the messages and fully take them in, but Benjamin picked up the phone.

Just before he did however, I glimpsed an earlier message containing the words "anal" and "keeping her sexually frustrated".

"So," Benjamin said, taking his phone back. "What do you think about that?"

"I... don't know what to say," I said, blushing furiously.

"Well I can see that the thought excites you," he replied calmly, lowering his gaze to my chest.

I looked down and saw that my nipples were fully erect.

"It's okay to admit it," he added. "There's no shame in it."

"Yes," I said meekly. "It does excite me."

"Good. Well then I accept your husband's request. When we've finished our drinks, I suggest we go up to our rooms and you come to me to receive your 'bedtime spanking' let's say 15 minutes later."

It only occurred to me now, as I heard my boss utter the words, that "bedtime spanking" was so infantilising. It made me feel like a naughty little girl, and I couldn't quite believe that I was to receive this humiliating punishment from my boss, in his hotel room.

"Okay," I said timidly. I didn't feel like small talk now. I was consumed with nerves, and excitement, and arousal, all rolled up tightly inside me.

As Benjamin messaged Stephen back, I pulled my own phone out of my bag and saw that I'd missed a message from Stephen telling me the same thing, and instructing me that I needed to report back afterwards.

'Go to his room wearing the nightie I packed for you, and nothing else,' he'd written.

'Okay, I promise I'll be obedient' was my reply.

I put my phone down and looked at the man whose lap I might soon be draped across in nothing but a little nightie, and I felt a tingling in my whole body, but most especially between my legs.

"How will you spank me?" I asked him, biting my lip. My heart was beating hard.

He frowned slightly. At first I thought he wouldn't bite, but then he said: "Well how are you hoping I will spank you?"

I swallowed nervously. This was a kind of flirting, but the stakes were high.

"Hard," I said, my stomach flipping. What was I doing??

"I see," he said, sipping his drink calmly. "And in what position would you like to be? If," he added, "It was up to you?"

I knew the answer to this, but I didn't know if I dared to say it.

"Over your knee," I said quietly, blushing.

"I'm sorry? What was that?"

I couldn't tell if he genuinely hadn't heard me, or he was teasing me.

"Over your knee," I repeated a little louder. "Please. Sir."

I liked the way the lights from the bar twinkled in his eyes, and the little creases next to them as he chuckled softly.

"But giving you what you want doesn't seem like much of a punishment now does it?"

"I suppose not," I conceded. "And ultimately it is completely up to you how you spank me. I have no say in the matter."

He contemplated me, still with that little smile in his eyes and at the corners of his mouth. It gave me an enormous thrill that he was enjoying this conversation.

I sipped my wine, a tremor in my hand, not breaking our intoxicating eye contact.

"That's very true Jen," he replied. "It is completely up to me. Out of interest, how has your husband been delivering these bedtime and morning spankings?"

"Well," I began, biting my lip again. "Mostly over his lap. But also over the side of the bed a couple of times."

"And with his hand?"

"Yes. Except for when he used the cane on me on Friday night. That was my main punishment I suppose."

"Mmmm, yes. The cane is a very effective punishment. Even for submissive girls like you, who enjoy being spanked."

I said nothing to this, but I was insanely aroused discussing this with him, knowing that soon I was to be spanked by him.

"May I just ask a question?"

"Lots of questions from you," he observed. "Go ahead."

"What's the contract that Stephen mentioned to you?"

"Oh I haven't read it yet, but I believe it's a formal agreement of the terms by which I will... take you in hand."

I absorbed this, and its implications. And then I said:

"He wrote up a contract for me and him as well. I've now formally consented to him being my owner."

I felt the colour rise in my cheeks. I realised that no one else in the world knew that I was submissive to Stephen - although perhaps many suspected.

"Very good," Benjamin nodded, approvingly. "Well would you like to know what's in the contract he's sent me?"

"Yes please."

He opened his phone again and tapped and scrolled in silence for a minute or so.

"Well from a skim, I'm impressed with your husband's work here," he remarked. "These are the key points..."

I took a large sip of wine to steady my nerves.

Benjamin looked at me as if to assess whether I was ready for what I was about to hear.

"In essence, Jen, your husband says that I have free reign to discipline you in any way I like, within some specific constraints. Namely that I don't undertake or allow any sexual relations between us to take place. I am not to use you for my own physical sexual gratification. Etc. Etc. None of which I would do anyway of course, but it's good that he's included it."

He scrolled a bit more.

"He does also state some specific examples of activities which would be acceptable or even encouraged. Do you want me to read these too?"

"Yes please," I replied nervously.

"Partial or full nudity at my discretion, for the purposes of emphasising your role as submissive, inspection, or in order to allow access for other activities.

"Spanking with the hand or any implement I wish, as long as it risks no permanent damage and does not break the skin."

My stomach was flipping at the formality of what was happening between my husband and my manager. Another legal document, naming me, that described in detail the ways in which Stephen was granting consent for my domination and punishment.

"'Restraint or bondage of any kind, with due care for safety'. He has a whole section on safety incidentally. I understand that your safe words are "strawberry trifle" or any sound or signal with that syllabic pattern?"

He went on, without waiting for an answer.

"Gagging. Blindfolding. Etc. Etc."

He kept scrolling.

"Inflicting pain to the nipples, or genitals.

"Sexual touching and teasing, for the purposes of enhancing the punishment or reinforcing your role as submissive, using my hands or any toys or implements I consider to be appropriate. No orgasms to be granted. If an orgasm does occur, you should be punished."

This part sent a shockwave though me. I had a hot flush, and I found I was wriggling my hips as I imagined Benjamin touching me sexually.

"Finally, he says that I am essentially your delegate owner while he isn't available and I should feel at liberty to do whatever I like within the terms stated to ensure that you are properly disciplined for poor behaviour as a submissive, or substandard performance in work, and to ensure that you are regularly reminded of your status as submissive to me as his delegate."

I realised that I had been holding my breath as I listened, and now I began to breathe deeply, trying to regulate myself and stay calm.

I found that I wanted to be over this man's knee more than ever.

"Well," Benjamin said, finishing the last of his wine. "Since I already had no intention of initiating sexual relations with a subordinate, let alone a married one. And since I had no desire to do anything unsafe or harmful, the contract essentially gives me complete freedom to do as I wish with you, wouldn't you say?"

"Yes," I agreed. 'I think you're right."

"Good. Well then finish up your drink. We need to get upstairs so that you can get ready for your bedtime spanking."

As he stood up, I glugged down the last of my wine and hurriedly slid out from the booth and surreptitiously checked my bottom to make sure I wasn't damp.

I followed Benjamin to the lift and he punched the button.

"What room number are you?" he asked.

I fumbled to find my room card in my little bag.

"322," I told him.

"Good. We're on the same floor. I'm 346. You'll need to remember that."

The lift arrived and we went in. I no longer had any feeling that we were equals. He was in charge, and I was already sexually submissive to him even as we travelled up to the third floor in the little mirrored lift.

He turned to me, and I knew that he saw that I was ready and willing to submit to him.

He reached out and tugged on my left nipple, making me gasp in shock.

"I do hope that your clothes tomorrow will hide your nipples from the honourable Mr Jacobs."

I didn't reply, but I knew that my dress was incredibly thin, with only the pattern to hide things. I suspected that I might be in trouble when Benjamin saw it.

But this thought was interrupted as he put his finger on my bottom lip and pushed it into my mouth.

I just looked at him as I let him do it, breathing shallowly.

After a moment he removed his large finger and said:

"I think you have a love of things in your mouth, am I correct?"

I hesitated. The lift stopped, and the doors opened, but he was still looking at me awaiting a response.

"Yes," I said.

"Good," he replied. "I have just the thing in my case."

And with that he exited the lift and I scurried after him, my nipple aching.

Our rooms were in opposite directions, and it was at this point that I remembered Stephen's instruction that I was to 'Go to his room wearing the nightie I packed for you, and nothing else.'

"I'll see you in 15 minutes sharp," Benjamin told me. He looked at his watch. "Not a minute before and not a minute after. Understood?"

"Yes sir," I replied. And he strode off pulling his case behind him.

I checked my watch. It was 11:14. So I had to be at his room at 11:29.

I'm room 322. His room number is 346, I reminded myself as I set off in the opposite direction.

----

My room was nice but I didn't take any of it in really. I quickly stripped off and dashed into the bathroom to go to the toilet and have a quick shower.

My hands were shaking as I sat on the loo and fumbled with the shower cap. I had to be quick.

After the quickest shower in the world, I towelled myself off as fast as I could, and dashed through into the bedroom and opened my case, pulling out the nightie.

It was beautiful. Cream satin silk, with barely there straps, and sheer lace at the top and bottom. It was incredibly small.

I knew already that it wouldn't be fully decent. How could Stephen possibly claim that he was keeping me safe by telling me to walk the corridors of a hotel wearing this?

And yet, it was a thrilling idea.

I looked at the time on my watch.

"Shit!" I hissed. It was 11:25. I had four minutes, and I didn't know exactly how long it would take to walk to his room.

There was no time for thought. I pulled on the nightie. And then I tried to tug it down further - was that it? It was too short! I had tops that were longer than this.

I checked to see if anything was adjustable, but the delicate spaghetti straps had no way to extend them.

I looked in the mirror and there was no denying that what I saw was incredibly sexy. It would be any man's wet dream.

The pretty little nightie covered my pussy - just. But the two inches of sheer lace meant that you didn't have to look hard to see my bare pubis. I couldn't leave the room wearing this!

I turned round, and it was a similar story at the back. In fact, you could plainly see where my bottom met the backs of my thighs, and the next two inches were inadequately covered by the see-through lace. I could see the pink blush of my morning spanking still visible.

But I love the nightie - it was beautiful, and delicate. It plunged low at the back, and I loved how it looked with my hair pinned up like it was, showing off my slender neck and shoulders, and my bare back.

The skimpy garment skimmed the sides of my breasts, and didn't do a lot to cover them from the front either, but the see-through lace didn't extend down quite enough to expose my nipples, which was something.

I looked at my watch again. 11:27.

I swore and snatched up my room card.

There was no time to ponder how exposed I was. Probably no one would be around at this time anyway.

But once I was out in the corridor and the door had slammed closed, I felt really very naked indeed and I began to regret my decision.

I hadn't even got anything on my feet as I scampered quickly down the corridor.

426 I whispered to myself. No... 326, idiot. No. Shit, what was his room number?

I began to panic a little, and I had to have stern words with myself to try to calm down and think clearly as I made my way back to the lift where Benjamin and I had parted ways.

But as I turned the corner and saw the lift, I realised that it was arriving at this floor! I jumped quickly back out of sight. I heard a chatter of foreign voices, maybe Chinese, and prayed that they wouldn't come this way. If only I'd been faster and got past them, I could be at Benjamin's door now.

But luck wasn't on my side. The voices got nearer, and I had to make a split second decision - should I stay and face the embarrassment of being stood here so scantily clad, or should I try to run back to the safety of my room and accept that I'd be even later for Benjamin.

The family of 5 came round the corner and I was frozen to the spot. All of them, including their three little children gawked at me. The woman scrutinised my face and said: "You okay?"

"Yes I'm fine thank you," I beamed, trying to look as calm and casual as possible, while simultaneously holding my hands over my crotch. There was no reasonable explanation for being in the corridor in a negligee, so I didn't try to offer one, but the woman obviously decided there was no need to get involved. She nodded and ushered her family along, with her husband looking me up and down and grinning broadly, almost walking into the wall.

I dashed onwards, looking at the room numbers. I knew I must be late, but I wasn't wearing my watch so I had no idea by how much.

346. Yes I was sure it was 346. I'd arrived.

I quickly knocked on the door, and stood there with my knees together, looking anxiously up and down the corridor.

I half expected to hear him shout "Come!" but of course this was a door that he would need to open for me.

I heard the sound of movement on the other side, and felt a moment of rising panic that perhaps I'd misremembered the room number after all.

But then the door opened and there he was. Stern. Handsome. And wearing pyjama bottoms and a white T-shirt.

Instead of ushering me in, he said: "You are three minutes late. Was I not clear?"

"I'm sorry," I said. "I got held up by some tourists in the hallway."

"For three minutes?"

"Well, no," I admitted, padding from foot to foot, still worried that someone else would come. "I left late as well. I wanted to have a shower before I came. So that I would be... fresh and clean for you."

"There will be extra spanks for your lateness," he told me. "But I appreciate the thoughtfulness. And I approve of your nightwear - very alluring, and most appropriate for a submissive girl like you who has come for her bedtime spanking."

He stood aside and gestured for me to come in. I slid past him, grateful to be out of the corridor, and surveyed the large suite with its kingsize bed and little lounge area with sofa and armchairs.

As the door closed, he said: "Did you choose to wear that for your walk across to my room, or did your husband tell you to?"

"He told me," I said. "He was very specific."

Benjamin nodded. "Then I'm impressed with your obedience. That took some bravery. And it's a sign that you are a very trainable and very submissive slave. He's a lucky man."

"Thank you," I blushed. His use of the word 'slave' sent butterflies erupting in my stomach.

Here I was, standing in this tiny little negligee, having come here for the sole purpose of receiving a spanking. It was deliciously exciting, and my heart was beating hard.

I had never seen Benjamin wearing anything other than his work attire, and I found that he had just as much authority and presence in his pyjamas. In fact, his T-shirt was fitted enough that I could see he was in great shape. He had very sexy arms, a flat stomach, and a well developed hairy chest and I found myself wanting to slide my hand up inside his T-shirt and feel that chest hair, because all the men I'd been with had been relatively smooth chested.

"Now then Jen, it's late and we have an important day tomorrow. I want you to get on your knees."

His command sent a shockwave of arousal through me, and I immediately obeyed. When Stephen told me to kneel it was usually because he wanted to put his cock in my mouth. But I had no idea what Benjamin had in mind, given that both he and Stephen had been very clear that nothing of that sort was going to happen.

He told me to put my hands behind my back, and he walked calmly over to the bedside table where I suddenly saw a dildo, realistic in its contours but plain black, which appeared to be attached to a black leather strap. As he picked it up, I understood its purpose, and I gasped quietly.

Bringing it to me, he told me to open my mouth, and I duly obeyed, looking up at him, my full lips open and ready to take the dildo.

I didn't think it was especially large, but as he slid it slowly in, I found that it filled my mouth almost entirely, very nearly touching the back of my throat.

I was desperately turned on. The act of him putting this thing into my mouth felt so erotic, and then as he brought the strap round to the back of my head, carefully lifting my hair free of it, and buckled it up, I felt degraded in the most arousing way.

Benjamin traced his thumb across my bottom lip and I looked plaintively up at him with my mouth and throat full of the silicon cock.

Then he strode across to the generously sized sofa, and picked up a coil of rope. It was hemp, I thought, although I wasn't sure as I'd never been tied with rope before.

"Come here," he told me. "Crawling. On your hands and knees."

I blushed, and did as I was told, making my way towards him like a cat, trying to look as sexy as I could to please him. My nightie now wasn't covering my bottom much at all, and in fact as I arched my back, the satin silk slid up further, fully exposing my derriere.

Benjamin sat down in the middle of the sofa, still holding the rope.

"Get over my lap," he instructed.

And so I slinkily got up onto the sofa and crawled over his lap until I was in the position he wanted, my bottom raised up and ready to be spanked.

"Oh you've definitely done this before," he commented. "That is the perfect pose. Now stay like that."

He suddenly grabbed my wrists and pulled them behind my back, so that my cheek landed on the sofa cushion and I looked at him over my shoulder in surprise.

He crossed my wrists, and then set about wrapping rope round them.

He was fast and methodical as he wound the rope around my delicate wrists, and then performed a series of fast knots with definitive and expert force, cinching the rope tight. And just like that, I was incapacitated.

He knew what he was doing. It wasn't too tight round my wrists, but tight enough that I knew I couldn't possibly escape from it. I thought of the movie with the woman tied up by gangsters and how much I'd longed to be her. And now I was living that fantasy.

But Benjamin wasn't done. Next he took hold of my ankles, bending my legs back so that he could get to them, and I felt the rope winding around them and the same short sharp movements, as they were bound and knotted with no chance of escape.

I felt fully helpless now, bound as I was, with my mouth full of the dildo, and wearing nothing but this piece of skimpy silk which had slipped off my bottom anyway leaving it completely vulnerable to him.

There are no words to explain how turned on I was.

Benjamin leaned over me and picked up his phone from the coffee table. Next I heard the shutter click as he took a photo.

"I thought I'd do a before and after shot for your husband," he said, as he caressed my bottom softly.

"I can still see marks from your caning on Friday," he commented. "And your bottom is a little pink from your spankings since. I wonder if it still feels a little sore?"

I made a muffled noise to try to indicate that yes it did.

"Good," he replied. "And there's a little telltale bruising just here," he added, running his fingers up the side of my right buttock, which gave me goosebumps all over my body. "The tip of the cane I think."

Again I made a noise of agreement, because I'd noticed those bruises as well. I loved carrying the marks of a punishment from Stephen, even that one on Friday which had been given to me for being so shamelessly secretive about Benjamin disciplining me. Oh how things had developed, with Stephen now actually requesting that Benjamin gave me this spanking.

"So Jen," he said, still caressing my bottom softly, as I quietly moaned at how beautiful it felt. His fingers moved languidly from the backs of my thighs, up and over the curve of my arse, and back again. Sometimes straying between my thighs and travelling fleetingly across my pussy lips and up to my anus and back, making me whimper with pleasure.

"You actually asked to be spanked over my knee, didn't you."

I made another noise of agreement.

"And if I recall, you said you wanted to be spanked hard isn't that right?"

I didn't reply to this, suddenly wondering if it might have been a bit rash of me to ask for that, letting my submissive desires overrule reason. I had a feeling that this was going to hurt a lot!

He gave me a series of rapid light slaps to the lower part of my bottom, where it met the backs of my thighs, and it was deliciously sexy. And then suddenly he dealt me a hard SMACK that took my breath away.

"Ooohhhhhh!!!" I cried out round the dildo which filled my mouth.

The stinging was bad, and I writhed on his lap - but I was extremely limited in the movements I could make with my arms tied behind me and my ankles bound.

"So let's remind ourselves of why you're here being spanked," he said calmly, as he gave me another little round of playful little slaps. And then SMACK!

I cried out again, nearly drowning out what he was saying.

"Sloppy work that you hadn't properly checked."

He dealt me another hard SMACK with no playful build up this time.

"Exposing the marks from your spanking to me right there in my office."

SMACK!!

"Not wearing..."

SMACK!!

"Any..."

SMACK!!

"Knickers..."

SMACK!!

"Under a short dress!"

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK

I was bucking and writhing on his lap now, but there was literally nothing I could do to protect my poor bottom from the punishment he was giving me.

It stung too much - I couldn't bear it.

"And then... not telling your husband!"

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK

"And by your own admission, having sexual thoughts about me."

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK

"Thereby betraying the trust of your husband..."

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK

"And showing a complete lack of professionalism!"

SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!!

I was nearly crying now. I had never received such a hard hand spanking in my life, and this was just a routine bedtime spanking. Surely it didn't need to be so harsh.

Not only that, the things he was saying I had already been spanked for soundly. Surely I didn't need to receive such a hard spanking for them again and again?

But now he was caressing my bottom again, stroking it. God it stung, and yet his touch was so beautiful.

His fingertips found my pussy and I gasped as they moved through the wetness that was there, on their way to my clitoris, and back again. Over and over, until I was moaning and groaning and struggling against the rope which bound my wrists because I longed to be able to push myself back onto his fingers - to have them sink into me.

I couldn't lift my bottom any higher - my body was already arched to its limit - but I needed those fingers inside me. It was driving me crazy the way he just teased me.

"You are very very aroused now aren't you Jen," he commented.

I said nothing. I simply moaned and groaned, lost in my yearning and frustration.

I was in my subspace well and truly, bound and helpless, spanked ruthlessly, and now teased and denied.

"I could slip my fingers into you and fuck you with them. Would you like that?"

I nodded as best I could with my head on one side being pushed into the sofa cushion.

"UNGGG UUUUUNNG!!" I pleaded.

I wished that the dildo in my mouth was his cock. I wished that he would fuck me with his fingers.

And I wished that he would fuck me with his cock.

I longed for sexual stimulation. For an orgasm.

And simultaneously I longed to be denied all of it, and to be treated cruelly all night long.

"Of course, you don't deserve an orgasm," he went on. "But I can take you close to one. Would you like that?"

Again I nodded frantically, and uttered my incoherent noises, begging him to do it, even though I knew it would be a kind of torture.

And then, suddenly, he pushed his fingers inside me. Two of them, all the way into me, and I thought for a second that I would come straight away.

He wasn't rough, but he certainly wasn't gentle. He seemed to know exactly how to do it - and in seconds I was shrieking with pleasure. God it felt incredible.

He moved his fingers in me, powerfully and expertly fucking me with them, and I lost control. It's a good job he'd put the cock gag on me, because I would have been making a real racket.

"UUUHHHH UHHHHH UUHHHHH UHHH UHHHHHH UUUUUHHHH"

I was thrusting and bucking against his hand, my hips moving instinctively in my pursuit of the orgasm which was urgently rising up inside me.

I no longer cared that I wasn't allowed to come. I was beyond being able to avoid it, I needed it so badly - and anyway, I was just a slave - gagged and bound - powerless to stop him.

An then the orgasm was upon me, reaching its crescendo, about to tear through me in all its exquisite glory, when -

Benjamin stopped!

He simply withdrew his fingers from me completely, leaving me desperately floundering and writhing, and crying out a muffled sound of anguish. The orgasm teetered for a moment, suspended there on the brink as I humped the air with my throbbing wet pussy still wide open from where his large fingers had just been fucking me. And then the orgasm began to fall away, leaving me bereft and cruelly denied, and I struggled against the rope and begged him with incoherent noises around that dildo - which I desperately needed in my pussy instead of my mouth.

He said and did nothing for some time, and as I looked at him over my shoulder I saw that he was simply looking at my pussy with a little smile on the corners of his mouth, and his hand still held there poised, his fingers wet with my juices. I wondered if he was intending to push them into me again, and I wished I could plead with him to.

A minute or two went by. He simply waited until I calmed down a little, and I was only whimpering and slowly writhing there on his lap.

And then he said: "Your bedtime punishment is nearly complete Jen, but there is just the small matter of you being three minutes late coming to my room."

I looked at him wide eyed. There was more punishment?

He placed his fingers flat on my pussy, and I jolted at the touch, shockwaves of pleasure going through me - that's how electrically sensitive I was.

And then he gave my pussy a soft slap. It didn't hurt, but it made me jolt again - a girl's pussy should never be slapped, even lightly. But I found it deliriously arousing.

"One," he counted, in a deep velvety tone that sounded almost kind and fatherly.

And then he slapped me there again, his hand landing indiscriminately on my vulva, not caring what part of my sex bore the brunt of the gentle yet cruel collision of his strong hand against it.

My clitoris throbbed at the sudden stimulation - my whole pussy did. It longed for more.

"Two," he said. "And just one final slap to go now Jen.. Aren't you glad you weren't any later?"

But he was wrong. Lying there bound over his knee, with my bottom stinging savagely, and my pussy aching and sopping wet, I was in my subspace. I was absolutely his, and I longed to be treated like this all night.

His hand struck my pussy one final time, making a wet slapping sound - perhaps a little harder this time, to add some finality to my punishment I suppose - and I cried out, miserably frustrated but euphorically submissive.

"Three," he said, and he now sat back and surveyed his work. I saw him pick up his phone, and then heard the shutter click. He was providing Stephen with the "after" shot.

I wondered whether Stephen was up and waiting for the picture. It must have been quite late by now. What was he thinking? I hoped that he would be pleased with me for being so obedient, and turned on by the photos.

Then a nagging worry crept into my mind. What if he was regretting telling Benjamin to give me my punishment? What if he was appalled? What if he thought badly of me for giving myself to him like this?

But my fears were instantly dispelled, as Benjamin's phone pinged.

Benjamin chuckled as he read the message. "Your husband wants you to know that he's very pleased with you," he told me. "And that he loves you."

My heart swelled at these words - it was exactly what I needed to hear. Stephen always knew what I needed.

"He's asked me to take good care of you now and escort you back to your room, and then you're to call him before you settle down for sleep."

I nodded as best I could. I realised suddenly that I very much needed to move from the position I was in, and so it was a relief when Benjamin neatly loosened the knots from my wrists and freed me. He did the same with my ankles, and told me to get up, which I did with some difficulty. I was a little stiff.

He didn't get up though - he remained relaxing back in the sofa looking at me where I stood in that tiny nightie rubbing my wrists, the cock gag still in my mouth.

"You may take off the gag now," he told me. And as I undid the buckle at the back of my head, he stood up so that he was super close to me - so close that my erect nipples brushed against his hard torso - and, looking into my eyes, he slowly slid the dildo out of my mouth in a way that I found intensely erotic.

There was a moment - a brief second when the dildo was free of me, and my mouth was still open, and my eyes were wide and intoxicated by him, that I yearned for him to kiss me.

He discarded the cock gag on the sofa next to us, while his other hand caressed the nape of my neck, and then moved down my back, over the thin silk, to my bottom. He lifted the silk a fraction and slipped his hand underneath to stroke my punished bottom.

"You're not only a very promising employee, but you have a beautiful and very spankable bottom Jen," he told me. "I think I will be keeping you well disciplined in our working relationship. Would you like that?"

My stomach was churning with arousal. My pussy was throbbing hard.

"Yes," I breathed. "Yes please sir."