Tears for My Master: Cat's First Punishment Read Free Page A

the moment she knew was coming. As Knox spoke, he turned
his head slightly in her direction to acknowledge her greeting then
turned back towards his office door just as quickly. She almost saw
his confused thoughts as he stopped short of his office and turned
his head, slowly this time, back to where she was sitting. His lips
parted as he took a breath, slowly taking in her appearance.
    Instead of looking down to the ground as she
normally would, Cat stared right back at him, and feeling very
naughty and defiant, she took a finger and slowly traced it down
from the bottom edge of her painted lips to the front of her dress,
pausing at the curve of one breast. She stared at him as the finger
dropped closer and closer to her nipple. Knox was frozen, but the
look in his eyes was animalistic. When Cat’s finger reached her
nipple she felt that it was hard, rising up through the black silk.
She tilted her head as she teased the pert nipple slowly with her
finger, still staring at Knox. Cat felt herself begin to breathe
heavily as her eyes smoldered. A rush of wetness hit her groin, and
she knew that more than anything she wanted Knox Stowe: his body,
his attention, his uncontrolled anger.
    A few seconds went by as Knox and Cat stared
at each other, then something snapped inside of Knox. “In my
office, NOW,” he growled to Cat, opening his office door. She had
butterflies in her stomach as she slowly stood up from her chair
and felt his appraising eyes on her body as she walked past him
into the office. The lights were off, and the office glowed grey in
the early morning light. Cat didn’t look behind her, excited by his
anger but also a little bit afraid of what she might see on Knox’s
face. Instead she walked over to his desk and sat down slowly on
one of the large leather chairs facing it. She felt his presence
behind her before she heard his command. “No, stand up,” he said,
ordering her to her feet, his voice steely. Cat did as she was
told. At this point she had to remind herself to continue to
breathe in and out—her body was awash with emotions and urges. She
stood, and everything inside of her wanted to turn around to face
him, but she didn’t.
    Knowing that Knox was behind her and that she
couldn’t see him seemed very exciting. As she waited Cat heard Knox
walk to the other side of the office. A door opened, and then
closed, and she felt him get close to her once again. He stood
behind her for a moment, and she could feel the energy of his body
and the anger that she loved so much emanating like heat from him.
Despite her nerves, Cat remained statue-still waited for the sound
of his voice. “Lean over the desk,” he finally said. This time his
voice was calmer, more controlled. Cat did as she was told. She
bent at the waist and leaned over the desk, her hands placed on the
cold leather surface. When she was in place, she felt a pulling
sensation on her dress and something small, hard and cold touched
the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. “I am going to punish you
now, Catherine,” Knox said. “You have been very, very bad and you
need a spanking and I am going to give it to you.”
    Cat shuddered, this was not what she’d been
expecting, but somehow she knew it was what she was wanting and
even asking for over the last few months. She now knew that she’d
been angering Knox on purpose, begging for a punishment, and now
she was going to get one. Suddenly she felt the hard cold
instrument pulled away and Knox’s hand reaching and pushing up the
fabric of her dress until it was bunched up around her waist and
felt the cool air tingle on the skin of her ass. She was exposed to
him-- the lacy black thong she’d selected to wear that morning
provided no cover.
    The fury of the first strike surprised Cat,
and she heard herself cry out in pain as the crop slapped against
her skin violently. She bit her lip and fought back the tears
stinging in her eyes. The second strike offered no relief—Knox