The Claiming of Chelsea [Boss/Employee BDSM Romance]
19-year-old Chelsea hates her lame summer job. The only good thing about it is her sexy, domineering manager Jared. She likes to misbehave in front of him just to get his attention. Little does she know that he not only wants her too, but he has a whole closet full of kinky sex toys he's just dying to put to use. More
19-year-old Chelsea Cohen hates her lame summer job. The only good thing about it is her sexy, domineering manager Jared. She likes to misbehave in front of him just to get his attention. Little does she know that he not only wants her too, but he has a whole closet full of kinky sex toys he's dying to put to use. A casual comment she makes about spanking brings their feelings to the surface, and leads to a night neither of them will ever forget.
WARNING: This short story (apprx. 11,000 words) is for adults only, and contains bondage, spanking, and kinky, explicit sex between a boss and his naughty young employee!
He appeared perfectly calm when he entered the bedroom. He simply looked at the object she had grasped in her hands.
"I see you've made your decision."
She stood, waving the paddle around nervously and grinning.
"You surprise me, Jared. I wouldn't have guessed you'd have owned something like this."
"I wouldn't have guessed you'd be the kind of girl who'd like to have it used on herself." She blushed, looking away. "You do want me to use it on you, don't you?"
"Yes," she said softly.
"Well, then. Hand it over." She did so, still avoiding his eyes. "Turn around and lean forward, with your palms flat on the bed."
She did so slowly, perhaps a bit hesitantly, but once she was bent over in front of him, she noticeably arched her back. Her clingy shirt rode up, leaving an appealing stripe of exposed skin between her belt and the shirt's hemline. He reached forward, smoothing his hand over her ass. Her black pants clung tightly to her figure.
"Have you ever been spanked before?"
"Y-yes," she murmured. "But not by something like that. Just guys using their hands or whatever."
He continued to smooth his hand over her firm backside slowly, savoring the moment. He finally pinched one of her cheeks. "Do you enjoy being spanked?"
"Well, if I didn't, I wouldn't be here," she breathed out.
He replaced his hand with the paddle, rubbing it over her backside, getting her acquainted with it. "What do you enjoy most about it?"
"What do you mean?"
"What draws you most to it? The pain? The sexual stimulation? Or is it the power exchange, the idea of letting a man discipline you?"
"I-it's a combination of all of them, I guess," she muttered.
"You like the idea of letting a man discipline you?"
She shrugged a bit awkwardly. "I guess so."
Without warning, he brought the paddle against her right cheek, hard. She gasped, flinching and nearly pulling away.
"First rule - direct answers. Tell me what you really mean. No mumbling. Do you like the idea of letting a man discipline you? Give me a simple yes or no."
"Y-yes," she stuttered, embarrassed.
"Good." He gave her another smack, a gentler one this time. She gasped and flinched again. "And it wouldn't hurt to address me as 'sir' while you're at it."