Make Me Beg for It by C. Margery Kempe Page B

accentuating the plump curve of her ass, the snug hug of the skirt pleasantly binding. Natalia caught sight of herself in the mirror above the television; her face had taken on the harried look of a woman afraid of losing her job.
    Another chime: Andrei texted, That’s not good enough. I need results now! You’re simply not giving enough to this position.
    Natalia felt a warm shudder in her shoulders. He had a real talent for this. She leaned forward to type. “But sir, I’ll do anything to keep my job! I know I’ve messed up and I’m ready to be punished for it.” After she sent the text, Natalia dropped the phone in her lap and reached up to caress her breasts. Her nipples were hard already, and she pinched them lightly, imagining it was Andrei’s fingers doing so. Was he getting hard thinking about her?
    His next message suggested he was. Then we’ll handle this the traditional way: on your knees for your punishment!
    Yes! The very words made her wet with desire. Bending over the desk would have been good, too, but oh, the magic of that command: on your knees! There was only one response possible, and she shivered as she sent the words, saying the reply loud and bold as he would’ve wanted her to if he were there to receive it, “Yes, sir. As you wish.”
    It excited Natalia to think of the way the fabric of her suit would strain as she got on her hands and knees before him, the material tightening around her thighs, straining across the cheeks of her ass, tight as a drumhead.
    Her fingers stroked her breast with one hand as she read his next text, its tone peremptory. Of course it’s as I wish. Why is your skirt still on? Take it off at once.
    Natalia suited her actions to his words, standing up to remove her tracksuit bottoms and running her hands along the curve of her bottom. Smiling somewhat sheepishly, she got on her hands and knees, eyes closed, and pictured the scene perfectly: Andrei in his expensive silk suit, an angry expression on his face, a sizeable hard on in his trousers. Delicious. “Ready, sir,” she said and hit the send key, at last.
    I don’t usually need to use this paddle, Andrei wrote, but I need to make a strong impression on you. You have disappointed me.
    Natalia actually squealed in delight. She thought she would only get a smack from his hand. This was much better. Dare she ask what kind of paddle? Oh, why distract him when he was doing so well? “I understand, sir. I’m sorry that I have to put you to the trouble.”
    How luxurious to bend before him! All day long Natalia had to order people about and make all the decisions: where do we go with this campaign? Who’s going to work on this project? Should we do the milk project this morning or the chocolate one? She waited for his message, her clit pulsing, her panties wet. Her hand itched to touch herself, but still she waited.
    The phone lay on the floor in front of her, lighting up as it chimed and vibrated. Trouble indeed, he had written, the glowing letters looking harsh in the twilight. Now, head down, I’m going to give you a dozen strokes. I’ll have no crying either, missy.
    A dozen! Natalia shivered again. He was serious. Even if it was only a small paddle, that was going to smart. The tips of her nipples were on fire as she imagined the smack of leather or wood on her cheeks.
    The phone lit up. One .
    Natalia gasped in the swiftly darkening room. She could hear the crack of the paddle on her skin, feel its warmth as her flesh tingled.
    Two.
    The sting across her cheeks must be drawing blood to the surface, painting her ass pink.
    Three.
    Her breath caught as she imagined the blow. The welts would begin to rise now, surely. Natalia hoped the paddle was narrow enough to leave stripes across her ass and thighs.
    Four.
    Perhaps, she imagined, perhaps that blow fell a bit astray, between her thighs, near enough to her quivering cunt to spread those echoes of lust already resounding within her.
    Five.
    Breathless now,