ORLA

I was equally part scared as well as excited. Excited, I don't know what for but I was. I wanted to see what he is going to do.

I did some research and even though I have always been that vanilla type of girl, I had some idea about kinky kinds of stuff and hopefully, his punishment was a kinky one.

Will he spank me? The thought of it sent a shiver down my spine. God, I shouldn't be thrilled but I was.

This time exactly at three pm, I knocked on his door and instead of hearing his reply, I just heard the click of the door and cautiously, I walked in.

I wasn't surprised to find him behind his desk, engrossed in solving the cube but he knew I was there as he spoke in a low voice, "Lock the door."

My heart thumped wildly as I did just that and then stood there silently.

He didn't say anything else, didn't even glance at me or give me another order so I stood there patiently, nervously fiddling with my fingers. It was weird how quickly all of my brattiness vanished on the threat of punishment.

I have seen him solve the cube before and I know he is capable of solving it in hardly a minute but today, he was dragging it intentionally, repeating each move twice then undoing it and then doing it again. Yeah, it was deliberate.

Eventually, two minutes later, my patience wore out and I murmured, "Marcelo?" I have no idea when we started addressing each other by our first names but I don't feel like calling him 'Mr Ludovica' anymore.

A subtle frown etched on his forehead and he immediately placed his index finger over his lips. "Shh..." And he silenced me as if I was disturbing his concentration.

Was this some kind of test? To see how long I can stand patiently?

Determined to show him that I did have some patience, I stood there firmly and watched him solve the cube.

It took him five minutes to solve it, he could have solved it within thirty seconds but he dragged it and then unhurriedly, he placed it down on his desk and finally, much to my relief, his gaze flicked to me and he scanned my body from head to toe, his gaze darkening.

Then with the same unhurriedness, he got and shrugged himself out of his suit jacket and draped it neatly over the back of his chair. My eyes roamed over his white shirt as it stretched over his chest like a second skin.

He leaned against his chair and curled two fingers at me. "Come here."

My body registered his command before my brain did and I walked closer until I stood a few inches away from him.

"Take off your panties, lift your dress and bend over the desk." He gruffed.

My eyes widened, a deep blush settled over my cheeks and my mouth parted slightly.

He was watching my reaction carefully, his hands stuffed inside his pockets, a blank expression on his face except for the heat in his gaze.

"Huh?" That was all I could manage.

He cocked his head. "If you don't want to do this, the door is right behind you. I won't force you to stay."

The fact that I had a choice didn't make me run away instead, I stayed planted there.

I didn't break eye contact with him and seeing me not leaving, his gaze darkened further, an appreciative look on his face. "And if you don't..." He trailed off.

He jerked his head towards his desk. "Do as I say, don't make me repeat myself, Orla." If possible his voice sounded more stern than usual.

My fingers trembled as I slipped my hand under my dress and taking hold of the waistband of my panties, I slowly pulled it down and stepped out of it.

He held out his palm in front of me before I could discard the panties on the floor and gulping, I dropped it in his hands, my cheeks burning as he fisted it and stuffed it inside his pocket. God.

I walked over to his desk and clutching the hem of my dress, lifted it and gradually, bent over his desk, my breasts pressed against it, my ass arching out.

He rounded the desk, his fingers slipping into my hair, stroking it in an almost loving gesture and he came to stand on the other side. "Do you know what a safe word is, bella?"

"Yes," I whispered.

"Then choose a safe word, Orla." My breath got stuck in my throat as I watched him unbuckle his belt with one hand and pull it out. "And don't hesitate to use it."

Is he going to...

He wrapped the belt around his wrist and rounding the desk, he came to stand behind me. His fingers gently gripped my hip, his thumb caressing it.

I exhaled shakily and said the first and the most cliche word that came to my mind, "Vanilla?"

He hummed in response. "Now, I don't want a sound out of you or I will be forced to gag you, hmm?"

My fingers gripped the edge of the desk firmly and I nodded.

I waited in anticipation and a moment later, I heard the swish sound of the belt cutting through the air before he whipped me over my ass and a loud whimper escaped me. Fuck. That hurt.

He gripped my hair firmly, yanking my head back and I felt his body cover mine as he leaned down to whisper huskily against my ear, "I said not a single sound, bella. We'll have to start again now."

I was about to protest but I suppressed it and when the belt landed on my ass again, I bit my lips to stop myself from screaming. My ass felt like it was on fire.

His belt landed on my ass in quick succession and I could feel a metallic taste in my mouth from biting my lips too hard. He is a fucking sadist.

I was counting in my head and this continued until it reached ten, exactly like he promised.

I let out a sigh of relief when I heard the belt hit the ground, tears streamed down my eyes but somewhere I felt proud that I endured it without using my safe word.

I felt him grip my waist and I was turned around, he made me sit on the edge of the desk making me cry out since my ass hurt like hell.

His jaw was clenched and when my eyes trailed down, I could clearly see the outline of his cock straining against his pants.

He leaned forwards and then his lips were on my cheeks, his tongue darting out as he licked away my tears making me whimper at the same time, his hand slowly parted my legs and his fingers slipped between them, gliding over my folds.

"Wet", he growled lowly against my cheek. "So fucking wet. Did your punishment turn you on, bella?"

I was about to shake my head but he leaned back and pulled out his fingers which were slick with my arousal and my cheeks burning with embarrassment.

He watched me intensely and then slipped those two fingers inside his mouth, tasting me and at that moment I just wanted him to fuck me anyhow. Or kiss me at least.

God, I wanted to kiss him badly.

But he had other things in mind as he pulled me down from the desk and adjusted my dress and then my hair, making it tidy. "Go back to your room."

As if someone splashed a bucket of cold water on my face, I came back to reality.

I just let him whip me and then embarrass me and I wanted to kiss him but he is telling me to leave?

When I didn't leave, he grabbed his suit jacket and draping it over his forearm, he left himself.

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I stood in front of the full-length mirror in my room, accessing the damage he did to my ass which was red and purple but fortunately he didn't hit me that hard to break my skin or make me bleed, there were just red welts all over it.

After I came back from his office with my wetness trickling down my thighs, I had to finger myself to an orgasm before I could think straight and by thinking straight I mean crying.

I don't know why I was crying but I just was. All the emotions hit me suddenly and I cried myself to sleep.

I didn't even bother to go down for dinner and stayed in my room, my mood sour.

At exactly eight, there was a knock on my door and I opened the door slightly and the moment I saw Marcelo on the other side, I tried closing it but he wedged his foot between it.

"Go away!" I hissed.

"Let me in", he said in a surprisingly soft tone.

I don't know why but I let him inside, only then noticing the tray he had in his hands as he placed it on my nightstand, a tube of some cream in the tray as well.

"Lay down on your stomach." He gestured to the bed.

I shook my head in defiance.

He sighed. "Orla. Lay down."

I scoffed. "I won't. What are you going to do? Punish me again?"

He regarded me with narrowed eyes before he grabbed me by my waist and lifted me up with ease and gently placed me down on the bed and turned me on my stomach.

I attempted to get away but he placed his palm firmly on my lower back, holding me down.

A moment later, he lifted my dress making my breath hitch and I felt something cool drip over my ass and I whimpered in relief, burying my face into the pillow as he started to very gently rub it all over my ass.

He took his own time in applying it generously making sure not to rub too harshly and by the time he was done, all my anger towards him has vanished.

I think I just needed some aftercare.

His hand lingered over my ass even after he was done and I tilted my head back in his direction and he immediately pulled away his hand and pulled down my dress.

"There will be no training for you tomorrow," he told me, getting off the bed.

Still laying down, I watched him with half-closed eyes and he leaned down to brush away the hair from my face and for the first time I experienced him watch me with a certain softness in his eyes.

He must have noticed my sleepy expression as he stroked my hair once saying, "Have your dinner then sleep."

Then he was walking away while my heart screamed at him to stay.

Chapter completion on: 28/2/23
Published on: 13/3/23