everything he accomplished was done by force.”
Kaiser picked up the crop. “I will never force you, Heidi.”
She shivered as the leather end of the crop met her behind—just a tickle. Kaiser was stroking the reddened skin of her bottom with it.
“I don’t want to break you.” His words were hypnotic and she closed her eyes again in anticipation as he moved fully behind her. “I want to guide you…”
His voice was soft, almost a murmur, and she felt it like velvet over her burning skin. “Everything we do is a communication. Everything we say. Everything we don’t say.”
The crop caught her off-guard, the sharpness of it like a bite across the back of her thigh and she yelped, wincing.
“That,” he said firmly. “Is communication. Hands and legs apart, Heidi.”
She whimpered and complied, realizing she had forgotten her form. She splayed her fingers again, and spread her thighs further.
“Have I been fair to you, Heidi?” The crop teased her, moving down the bare crack of her ass. It made her blush.
“Yes, sir.”
“Have I corrected you when you didn’t deserve it?”
“No, sir.”
“This won’t ever be about violence.” The crop met her behind, quickly but without malice. She gasped, winced and spread her fingers again on the desk. She had curled them reflexively into fists at the tender, probing touch of the crop to her asshole. “It’s about control. I can’t allow the balance of power to be tipped. Someone must lead and someone must follow.”
“ I will lead.” Kaiser pressed against her from behind and she stifled a moan when she felt him, thick and hard through his trousers. “ You will follow.”
“Yes, sir.”
“My father knew how to break horses.” He put the crop down on the desk and held her hips still in his hands when she began to rock back against him. “But he never did learn how to train them. It takes a great deal of knowledge and skill to do so effectively.”
Heidi’s eyes flew wide when he slid an arm across her front, bringing her up against him in one, swift motion, her back to his front, their bodies fitted together like puzzle pieces.
“You’d snap like a twig,” he whispered into her ear, holding her writhing body still with his. “But I don’t want to break you.”
“You want me to bend,” Heidi agreed, molding herself to him like liquid, tilting her head back so she could see his face, meet his eyes.
“Yes.” He sat back in his chair, pulling her with him, cradling her now, and she blinked in surprise but settled her head comfortably and happily against his chest, wondering if that was it, if her punishment was over. “You don’t just need a firm hand, you need a steady one, don’t you?”
“You want someone to guide you… give you direction...” he mused, pulling the hem of her skirt down primly to her knees. “You crave it.”
Covered now, she had never felt more naked.
“I’m always listening.” His whispered words made her shiver. “I’m always paying attention.”
She couldn’t help the slight, slow grind she was doing in his lap—it was nothing compared to what she really wanted to do. The hardness of his cock against her bare behind even through his trousers made her crazy—she wanted to get down on her knees and worship it, she wanted him to bend her over the desk and fuck her, she wanted him to use her, take her, fill her, push her, pull her…
But Kaiser was the picture of self-restraint. He held her still until she finally submitted to his will, relaxing against him, sighing deeply as he cradled her in his arms.
If someone had told her a month ago that she would be sitting in Warren Kaiser’s lap, in Warren Kaiser’s office, after having been spanked by that same man, she would have told them they were a few stitches short of a seam, but here she was.
Here she was. And there was nowhere else she would rather be.
Chapter Five
Heidi had never felt more glamorous, thanks to a twenty-two-hundred dollar
Kaiser picked up the crop. “I will never force you, Heidi.”
She shivered as the leather end of the crop met her behind—just a tickle. Kaiser was stroking the reddened skin of her bottom with it.
“I don’t want to break you.” His words were hypnotic and she closed her eyes again in anticipation as he moved fully behind her. “I want to guide you…”
His voice was soft, almost a murmur, and she felt it like velvet over her burning skin. “Everything we do is a communication. Everything we say. Everything we don’t say.”
The crop caught her off-guard, the sharpness of it like a bite across the back of her thigh and she yelped, wincing.
“That,” he said firmly. “Is communication. Hands and legs apart, Heidi.”
She whimpered and complied, realizing she had forgotten her form. She splayed her fingers again, and spread her thighs further.
“Have I been fair to you, Heidi?” The crop teased her, moving down the bare crack of her ass. It made her blush.
“Yes, sir.”
“Have I corrected you when you didn’t deserve it?”
“No, sir.”
“This won’t ever be about violence.” The crop met her behind, quickly but without malice. She gasped, winced and spread her fingers again on the desk. She had curled them reflexively into fists at the tender, probing touch of the crop to her asshole. “It’s about control. I can’t allow the balance of power to be tipped. Someone must lead and someone must follow.”
“ I will lead.” Kaiser pressed against her from behind and she stifled a moan when she felt him, thick and hard through his trousers. “ You will follow.”
“Yes, sir.”
“My father knew how to break horses.” He put the crop down on the desk and held her hips still in his hands when she began to rock back against him. “But he never did learn how to train them. It takes a great deal of knowledge and skill to do so effectively.”
Heidi’s eyes flew wide when he slid an arm across her front, bringing her up against him in one, swift motion, her back to his front, their bodies fitted together like puzzle pieces.
“You’d snap like a twig,” he whispered into her ear, holding her writhing body still with his. “But I don’t want to break you.”
“You want me to bend,” Heidi agreed, molding herself to him like liquid, tilting her head back so she could see his face, meet his eyes.
“Yes.” He sat back in his chair, pulling her with him, cradling her now, and she blinked in surprise but settled her head comfortably and happily against his chest, wondering if that was it, if her punishment was over. “You don’t just need a firm hand, you need a steady one, don’t you?”
“You want someone to guide you… give you direction...” he mused, pulling the hem of her skirt down primly to her knees. “You crave it.”
Covered now, she had never felt more naked.
“I’m always listening.” His whispered words made her shiver. “I’m always paying attention.”
She couldn’t help the slight, slow grind she was doing in his lap—it was nothing compared to what she really wanted to do. The hardness of his cock against her bare behind even through his trousers made her crazy—she wanted to get down on her knees and worship it, she wanted him to bend her over the desk and fuck her, she wanted him to use her, take her, fill her, push her, pull her…
But Kaiser was the picture of self-restraint. He held her still until she finally submitted to his will, relaxing against him, sighing deeply as he cradled her in his arms.
If someone had told her a month ago that she would be sitting in Warren Kaiser’s lap, in Warren Kaiser’s office, after having been spanked by that same man, she would have told them they were a few stitches short of a seam, but here she was.
Here she was. And there was nowhere else she would rather be.
Chapter Five
Heidi had never felt more glamorous, thanks to a twenty-two-hundred dollar
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