The day drags after that, files blurring on my screen, but anticipation simmers. By 9:45 p.m., I'm home, dressed in black lace lingerie, belt in hand, they are Noah's, from his office. The doorbell rings at 9:58. I open it, and there he stands, suit rumpled, eyes hungry.
'Good boy, come in' I purr, pulling him inside.
He drops to his knees in the hallway. 'Punish me for anything at all, I just want you to punish me so bad.'
I loop the belt, cracking it against my palm. 'Bend over the couch.'
He obeys, pants down, his firm ass bare. The first lash lands, a sharp sting. He hisses, c**k twitching.
'Count,' I order him.
'One,' he breathes.
I strike again, harder, welts rising. 'Two. Thank you, queen.'
Ten lashes later, his ass glows red, and he's begging. 'f**k me now. Please.'
I stra
