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Saturday in Silicon Valley
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Newsgroups: alt.sex.bondage
Subject: Story: Saturday in Silicon Valley
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Oops...guess that didn't work. Trying one more time...
This story is (mostly) a work of non-fiction, with a little poetic
license in some places. All references to actual persons, living
or dead, is absolutely intentional. You know who you are.
Feedback is always appreciated, especially since this is my
first attempt at erotic writing for public consumption.
Dedicated to my beloved Lord, the first man I've ever wanted to
call "Master."
Darkrose
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As she walked towards the door, he said, "Hang on a minute. I
need to check something." She followed him into the
conference room, cool, grey, and empty, like everything else in
the building.
"Hmmm..." He looked around, making sure that no one was
around. Except for the two of them, the building was deserted: it
was Saturday, after all. Actually, she was a bit disappointed.
She was curious to see how his fellow engineers would have
reacted to this small, dark woman who was clearly young
enough to be his daughter, and who just as obviously was not.
Moving over to the windows, he pulled the blinds closed. She
started to follow him, but he held up his hand and said, "Stay
there." She noticed a subtle shift in his tone that was usually
followed by him asking, "Are you ready to serve me?" Realizing
what he had in mind, she started to laugh.
"Come here." He had pulled a chair out from the table and sat
down. She walked over and stood in front of him, still giggling.
"Stop laughing." The tone in his voice was clearly a command
now. "You're going to make me angry."
The situation was still funny to her--they were about to play a
scene at his office, of all places--but she bit down hard on her
lip to keep from smiling. She had deliberately provoked him
before, and the punishment that resulted had kept her from
wanting to repeat that experience.
"Pull down your pants," he ordered. She couldn't believe this
was happening, but she moved quickly to follow his
instructions. Her jeans and panties now down around her
ankles, she waited to see what he would do next.
"Bend over my knee." She did so, noting that in this position,
her feet didn't quite touch the floor--and then she gasped in
shock as his palm connected with her bare skin. He smacked
her again, harder this time. Her body tensed, awaiting his next
blow. His hand came down, then stopped, millimeters from her
bottom.
"I've told you not to anticipate me," he chided her gently.
"Relax."
She tried to shake the tension out of her shoulders; to
experience and not analyze and dissect the moment. The
dispassionate observer in her head noted the wetness
between her legs, and pointed out that she was becoming
aroused just from the spanking.
He noticed it too, and reached down to stroke her, teasing her.
She made a soft noise that was somewhere between a cough
and a moan. He leaned over, and whispered in her ear: "Come
for me, my dear."
Permission granted, she turned off the distant observer and
focused instead on the sensations of his caresses. She moved
her hips against his hand and was rewarded by another sharp
slap. Purring deep in her throat, she arched her back, then,
finally relaxed against him. During their phone sessions, she'd
had to tell him when she came, but he knew her well enough
now that he didn't have to ask.
Carefully he pulled her to her feet. "And what do you say, my
dear?" She didn't need to look at him to hear the smile in his
voice.
"Thank you, my Lord."
He tilted her chin up and kissed her before pulling her jeans
back up over her nicely warmed bottom. As he went around to
open the blinds, she started laughing again. He smiled back,
but didn't stop her, this time.
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