Learning to Serve and Obey

At 7pm, I showered for 10 minutes, then waited the longest 45 minutes of my life until 7:55, when I couldn’t stand it another minute. I walked to the study. Jane was already at her desk, reading a book. She was wearing a tight top and her hair was pulled into a tight bun. She was going to dominate me! I could feel it! I was giddy. Jane made no sign that she had seen me. I stood at attention, my hands clasped behind my back. Finally, she looked up.
“You did well, Kevin. Good job.”
My face fell. I choked down my disappointment. She had to know I hadn’t mown the lawn: she was so thorough. I looked at her, but she was immersed in her book.
“You may go.”        
“Thank you, Ma’am.”
Crestfallen, I walked toward the door. At the doorway, I looked back. She was still reading.
“Kevin?” She spoke without looking up.
“Yes”
“Did you want to talk about something?”
“I’m sorry, Ma’am?”
“You seem like you want to talk about something.”
“No Ma’am.”
She put her book down and looked at me.
“I thought maybe you wanted to talk about how you didn’t mow the lawn.”
I stood very still. She let the tension build.
“Come here, around the desk.”
I walked slowly, carefully toward her.
“Here. To my right. I told you that if you acted like a child you’d be punished like a child. I see that wasn’t enough to get you to behave. So now you get punished.” She waited.
“Pull your pants down.”
“What?”
She didn’t repeat herself. She just stared at me. I felt like I was at the top of a rollercoaster, right before a huge drop. My hands were shaking. Part of me couldn’t believe this was happening. I was afraid that any sudden movement would break the spell and I’d wake up alone in a shitty room at the Crestview and realize this had all been a dream.
I undid my belt and slid my pants down to my ankles.
“Underwear, too.”
I slid down my underwear. My erection raged with the power of a thousand suns.
“Lean forward over my lap.”
I didn’t move. I wasn’t sure I had control of my body enough to get myself over her lap.
“Kevin. Right now.”
I placed myself over her knees so that my cock fell between her thighs. She held me around the waist and moved me up her thighs. Everything started to go fuzzy around the corners of my vision and I thought I might pass out. I realized I hadn’t been breathing. Jane put her left hand on the small of my back.
“You may cry out, but don’t move off of me or I’ll start at the beginning and you’ll get twice as many.”
She spanked me. Hard. Alternating cheeks. First the left, then the right. I hadn’t been spanked since I was a little kid, and I was shocked at how much it hurt. But the pain was secondary. My brain was on overload, and all I could see was the picture in my mind of what it looked like: me over Jane’s lap. Her hand rising and falling. The stern look on her face. Was she as turned on as I was? My erection was pulsing between her legs. I was glad it wasn’t pushing against her thighs or I would have cum.
She didn’t speak. She just kept up a steady pace as the blows continued. At 20, she stopped alternating and stayed on my right cheek, hitting the same spot for 7, 8, 9, 10 blows in a row. I was bucking and trying to keep from twisting away. I didn’t want to cry out, but I started grunting as she neared the end. Then it was over.
“On your knees, face me.”
I quickly got to my knees between her feet. My erection was pulsing up and down.
“Hands behind your head.”
She reached down and held my chin tightly.
“This was light punishment. The next time will be much worse.”
I tried to say something, but the words got caught. I cleared my throat and in a whisper thanked her. I started to stand.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
I froze.
“Did I say you could stand? Get back on your knees. You can move when I tell you.”
“Sorry Ma’am.”
Jane looked me over. She took my shirt and pulled it off of me. She didn’t say anything. I kept my arms behind my head. Everything was moving so fast. Jane had an expectant look on her face, but I didn’t know what to do. I searched her eyes, and she nodded at her boots. I leaned forward and kissed each one.
When I straightened up, Jane put the tip of her boot against my balls. With the top of her foot, she made my penis bob up and down. A string of precum stuck to her boot.
“You know what to do.”
I did. I leaned forward and licked it off.
“Good boy.”
Jane turned toward her desk, picked up her book and started reading.