“You Surprising Little Minx.” Switching the Control Sunday Snog #Spanking #Alphamale @Totally_Bound


Hello lovelies, It’s time to snog but after my revelation this week about Pain and Pleasure I thought it would be apt to pick something a bit stingy for today’s offering. This is definitely a kiss of a very different sort.

Take away the control and what do you have left? Desire.

Melissa is smart, confident and head strong. She has her dream career and is a step away from becoming a partner at Grimly and Vimes. Richard ruins her perfect plan when he uncovers a serious indiscretion in her past and forces her to be his office sex slave for a week in return for his silence.

But Melissa finds out that she enjoys being told what to do. She craves punishment and adores to be put in her place and Richard does it so perfectly. It was not in her plan to fall in love but how will she cope when it happens anyway?

Reader Advisory:This story contains black mail, forced acts of submission and elements of dubious consent.


At eight-twenty-eight I closed down my laptop, filled, then picked up my briefcase and walked down the corridor to Richard’s office. I took a deep breath and knocked.

“Come in.” His deep tone resonated in the pit of my growling stomach. Something was definitely wrong, I was off my food. No matter how busy I got I usually found time to eat but I just hadn’t been able to face it that day. My tummy danced with nerves.

“Punctual,” he said, as I walked in. “I like that but don’t think it will buy you any leniency with me.” I didn’t say a word. I didn’t have any in mind anyway. I stood before his desk and waited. He smiled at me, tapped at a few keys on his laptop then closed it. He put it down beside him. I guessed he had a bag or a briefcase down there as moments later he put the piles of paper down in the same place. He cleared the desk completely. It didn’t take long because, like me, Richard didn’t have much on there in the first place.

“Okay, I take no pleasure in this—well, actually, I lie, I’ll take a lot of pleasure in this actually but really, I’d enjoy it much more if in future you’d just obey me straight away.” He stood up and walked around the table. The tailored jacket he’d worn earlier was hung on the back of his chair and I could see the outline of his torso through the white of his shirt as the light of the setting sun streamed in through the wall of glass behind him. He was well built, if you liked that kind of thing, but I was certain that my pulse was racing because of the heat in his room. I knew it had nothing to do with wanting to run my hands over his hard pecs.

“Now, all you need to do is bend over when I tell you to and hold on tight to the desk. I will do the rest.” He moved the chair from between me and the table and gestured with a hand that I should step closer to the desk. “Okay, bend over. This won’t hurt, well, it won’t hurt much. Probably.”

“Well, gee, thanks for the pep talk,” I mumbled.

“Ah, did I ask you a question?”

“No,” I hesitated a moment then added, “sir.”

“Then you shouldn’t have said anything, should you? I’ll be adding strikes on to your punishment for that, pet. Now bend over, let’s get on with this. I have a bottle of puligny montrachet at home waiting for me and I’m rather looking forward to drinking at least some of it.”

I bent over and held onto the desk. Insufferable as he was with his poncey wine and his arrogance, he was right. We needed to get on with it so that I could go home and forget about him and this whole stupid affair for a few hours whilst I slept.

I inhaled sharply when he pulled up my skirt and tucked the hem into my waistband. I almost screamed out when he yanked down my underwear with barely a care. I felt his nails scrape down my flesh. I wondered for a moment what I had become. In the course of one day I’d gone from being the ice bitch, the woman people didn’t mess with, to a slut who masturbated on the office floor and allowed herself to be spanked. How the fuck had that happened? I waited restlessly and worried about my arse. I was pretty certain it was one of the least attractive of my assets and it was aimed directly at Richard. It made me feel vulnerable and exposed and I really didn’t like it. That’s why I shuddered and wiggled. It wasn’t that I was feeling hot and bothered and maybe just a little aroused, definitely not.

The first spank really did surprise me. There was nothing and then the air moved and an impact of flesh on flesh followed with a sharp sting that made me gasp. I didn’t have time to gather my thoughts or brace myself before the next slap shot through me then the next and the next.

It definitely hurt. Richard was not holding back and my buttocks stung. I yelped with each new impact and tensed every time he pulled back his hand. I hated it and I loved it. I certainly didn’t understand it. But, with each painful slap, pleasure surged through me and lit me up from the centre of my clit to the very tips of my fingers and toes. I couldn’t stay still, each slap hurt so much, but I couldn’t wait for it. “Dear God, I do believe you’re enjoying this, you surprising little minx.”

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