Karen Hanson

Karen Hanson hated the new job; everything had gone wrong from the moment she walked in the door. Mr. Matthews her boss had to correct several of her mistakes during the course of her first day. They were big mistakes too; she just didn't have the experience to do the job properly. All the entries she made in the data file were wrong or were misplaced. Mr. Matthews had been patient with her, but by the end of the day it was obvious he would fire her ass. At quarter to four; just a half hour left in the work day, he called her into his office.

'Karen please sit down, I need to have a word with you.'

This is it she figured; he's going to fire me. Karen didn't know it but it was much worse than that.

'Miss Hanson, do you remember today sending out a fax to the Chalmers Corporation?

Karen just nodded her head, how could she possibly forget. It had been a nightmare, the machine refused to accept the numbers she pressed and she had to do it 5 times before she finally hit the send button.

'Well it seems the figures on that fax sheet were incorrect and it cost the company a great deal of money. The Chalmers are insisting we honor the price agreement and it will cost us more if we don't. That of course leaves us with the small problem of who will pay for this costly mistake.

Karen went numb; her face fell into her lap. 'Oh no; I'm so sorry Mr. Matthews, I don't know what to say' It was just an accident' I guess this means I'm fired''

'Well I see it like this Miss Hanson; you owe the company a great deal of money for that mistake. But because you've proven yourself to be quite useless regarding the job, I'm afraid payment will have to be made in another way.'

'I don't understand, what other way,' she said, her whole outlook on life was beginning to sink.

'Well Miss Hanson, you can either pay the company back the 20,000 dollars or we can arrange payment privately. It's up to you my dear.'

Karen struggled to keep back the flow of tears, she didn't have any money put away and private payment could only mean one thing. It was hopeless; she couldn't see any way out.

'What will it be Miss Hanson?' he asked knowing full well what her answer would be. His eyebrows raised in a demanding sort of way. He wanted an answer right then. If he let her mull over it too long she would realize there were other options and that would never do.

'I don't have any money sir; please couldn't I just learn more about the job and take a pay loss to help pay it back?' Her eyes portrayed the defeated way she felt. Panic was at the edge of her voice.

'Miss Hanson, would you like to remedy this matter privately or not?' He demanded. 'I'm a busy man Miss Hanson and I can just turn this matter over to the lawyers if that's what you wish.'

A small glimmer of hope lit her face 'But it was an honest mistake, I don't think you can demand that I pay for it.'

'In most cases Karen that would be true, but you see your resume insisted you were right for the job and that your expertise covered all matters regarding the professional handling of computer data bases, file organization, faxing, and so on and so on. Now had you been honest and said your experience was not complete, the mistakes you made today would have been forgiven and nothing more would have been said. You can see how this works' At some point Karen; you must be responsible for your actions, wouldn't you agree?'

Richard Matthews watched her face carefully; he noted the way she squirmed in her chair. Richard kept up the harsh demanding look and drummed his fingers on the desk waiting for her reply.

Barely twenty years old, she didn't have much experience to fall back on and he had made his point. All her life her parents said the same thing. Everyone was responsible for their own mistakes. Karen knew what a private payment meant, she sized him up quickly. He wasn't much more than thirty, looked as if he worked out and was easy on the eyes. Maybe it wouldn't be that bad to have sex with him'

'Miss Hanson! Have you decided or is our conversation over.'

His voice made her jump, the panic returned. Karen couldn't think straight; she wanted to hide under the desk and hope everything would go away. Instead she ever so slightly nodded her head and whispered. 'I'll make payment privately sir.'

A slow smile crossed his lips, 'that's a very good decision Miss Hanson; probably the only good decision you've made today.'

Karen stood on shaking legs. What had she done? The bastard had her right where he wanted her; there was no turning back now 'her eyes glanced around the room seeking help from anyone' But no one was there, only Mr. Mathews. The gloating look on his face made her stomach churn. 'Oh don't look so dejected my dear. Payment can be quite pleasant if you simply allow it. Now as I said I'm a busy man,' Richard picked up his pen and slip of paper. 'Here is the address I expect you to be there at eight sharp. Don't be late Miss Hanson. Oh and wear something a little less conservative, a short skirt and loose top should do nicely.' It was clear all negotiations were over; Richard stood and lightly touched her shoulder. Karen recoiled, if he noticed he didn't let on. 'Eight -o- clock Miss Hanson, I'll see you then.' Richard opened the office door and ushered her out.

Karen left the building in a daze. Not only was she out of a job, but she had been maneuvered cleverly into doing something she didn't want. In her small neat apartment the day's events seemed unreal. But there it was playing heavy on her mind. Like a robot she ate a light meal not remembering what it was, showered and then went to her closet to see what too wear. The clock was ticking faster than she liked. Time moved restlessly forward, her apprehension grew to unknown bounds.

She was afraid, almost to the point of panic. Karen didn't know this man or really anything about him. What would he expect? Would she have any say in what went on? He seemed very dominate and although she had fantasies of being dominated Karen had no experience in those kind of games. She could only guess what he would be like or what sort of things might be expected. Karen ran a hand nervously over her large breasts. Her nipples were rock hard poking through the silky blouse but it was only from the tension she felt. Looking in the mirror for the last time she did a complete turn. The little skirt flowed down over her butt, coming to a peak at the middle of her ass cheeks. The material lifted giving her ass less coverage then she liked. Shrugging her shoulders she didn't think it would matter much; she didn't expect the clothes would stay on long anyway.

The clock moved ahead at an alarming rate and she rushed grabbing her jacket and ran out the door. There was no time left to deliberate over what could happen. The time had come and if she didn't hurry she would be late. Karen didn't want to think of what he would do if she was late.

Everything spun out of control when she realized she had missed the bus. It was a nightmare come true, the bus driver refused to wait even though she had yelled and screamed, waved her hands franticly in the air. It was inconceivable, it just got worse. The only choice was a taxi, so she ran to the nearest payphone and desperately called the number. There was still time if the taxi picked her up right away. Karen couldn't believe she was that overwrought about being late. Richard had no right to make her feel that way. But there she was; like a fool wringing her hands and pulling at her hair waiting for the taxi.

It was 8:10 when she rang the doorbell. When no one answered she glanced around taking in the grandness of the huge house.

Four grey columns rose up to the top of a balcony with dark green shutters covering the windows. If she could have peeked inside those windows, she would have turned around right then and gone home. The threat of lawyers would pale compared to the things he had inside.

Stepping back from the entrance way Karen could see light coming from the window. He was there; she imagined he was just making her wait a few agonizing moments before opening the door. With Shaking hands, she smoothed down her skirt it felt like it was riding right up too her back. The jacket stopped short just before the imaginary line at her waist. The stockings and garter belt made her feel like a whore about to turn a trick. She wished she could take them off.

Silently the door opened, Richard stood looking at his watch. 'My dear Karen, you are late, come inside please. You'll need a lesson in the art of listening and complying. Never mind the clothes come in side,' he said observing her picking a bit of lint off her skirt. 'You look wonderful. So at least you've managed something right today.'

I'm sorry I missed my bus and had to take a taxi, I didn't mean to be late.'

'Never mind that now, we'll discuss the matter in doors.'

She was propelled inside by a sweep of his hand on her back.

He didn't lead her into the main rooms; instead she was led into what appeared to be a study or office. 'Sit there if you please.' Richard stood beside an old thick antique desk, his hip resting just on the edge. Karen sat on the only couch in the room. Handsome leather deep and soft, the color of coffee lightly creamed. She relaxed a tiny bit, lulled by the warmth from an unseen heating source. She tried not to think, but thoughts invaded her mind anyway. Thoughts of being taught lessons in the art of listening and complying made her shiver just a little. Karen remembered her father saying something similar when she was younger; the words were always followed by a trip over his lap.

'Would you care for a drink before we begin?'

'Umm begin what exactly' I'm not sure I can go through with this. I'd like to know what to expect''

Richard moved across the room, her eyes followed him to the decanters of various spirits. Karen waited for his response.

'I hardly think you're in any position to ask questions, and as far as what to expect, well that will depend completely on you my dear and how fast you learn.' Richard smiled handing her a stiff drink in a sharp looking crystal glass. 'I have certain tastes, sexually speaking. I'm not considered cruel; however I' am considered dominate.'

There it was, he was a Dom, and she had sensed it. While scaring her a little she was also strangely turned on by it. Only in her deepest seated fantasies did she ever allow her mind to run wild with thoughts of bondage and discipline. Considering the circumstances she felt more in control and thought she was handling things well. The flight or fight syndrome was leaving her as the drink washed down her throat. It burned but the calming effect was well worth the fire settling in her belly.

She finally spoke 'I see; so I'm to be a sub, is that it?'

'No not at all, people are not just Dom's or Sub's, it doesn't work that way. One has to want it. What I am saying is that I shall expect you to play a simple part for an undetermined amount of time 'negotiations can come later this evening depending on how well you perform.'

'Perform! I not going to simply perform in what ever way you see fit. I thought we would have sex and that the debt would be paid.'

'Tell me Miss Hanson, do you really think that 20,000 dollars could possibly be covered by a simple act of sex?'

'No,' she whispered her head hung low, he was right 20, 000 was a serious fuck up and she would honor the agreement as best she could.

'Stand up Karen.'

Richard walked around her in a tight circle; admiring the way her breasts jutted from inside her bra. His eyes wandered to her skirt, he loved the way her panty clad bottom peeked so preciously from underneath. A very spankable bottom is what he saw. He was very much going to enjoy watching her bottom shake and bounce. He pictured Karen bent over his desk, her panties pulled down just enough to reveal the plump rosy globes. Her skin would be flushed with a light pink glow, caused by knowing what was going to happen. Richard tried to clear his mind walking around in front. Karen had lusty breasts, the nipples coming to hard points, made him lick his lips.

'You're quite lovely; it's a pleasure to find a woman who takes care of her self. Please take off your blouse and bra.'

Karen stepped back from him, not sure she could do as he asked. Richards's eyebrows raised, his eye's flashed his disapproval. 'My dear, I don't want to have to repeat myself. This will be a warning, next time there will be a punishment.'

With trembling hands Karen began unbuttoning her blouse; the hours still ahead loomed in her mind. Not knowing what he had in store for her was causing its share of anxiety. Neatly she folded the blouse and laid it on the couch. Reaching behind undid the clasp of her bra.

Richard stood, his dark eyes not giving away a thing. Impassively he watched her slide the bra off and laid it neatly with the blouse.

'Very nice, now the skirt,' he demanded.

Karen felt self conscious enough with her breasts hanging free; she couldn't imagine how she was going to feel without her skirt as well. She had known it would be like that, just hadn't counted on him making her disrobe so soon. Fumbling with the zipper she tried to prolong the event. The three tiny buttons at the side gave way far too easily and the skirt began to slip down her thighs. Karen stopped its decent, holding the fabric together. 'I don't think I can do this' Please there has to be another way.'

'Yes of course there is, I'll have my lawyer contact you in the morning. You're free to leave Miss Hanson.' His eyes remained calm in complete control. There was no emotion in his voice.

It was scary; if he was that dispassionate he wouldn't hesitate too make her pay the money, leaving her no choice but to succumb to his will. 'No wait, I'll do it, I'm sorry I was just having second thoughts''

'Miss Hanson; you must make up your mind right now! There won't be anymore warnings, you will obey or you will leave. Let's be clear here shall we?'

'I'll do what ever you say,' she barely whispered.

'Good now the skirt, Karen.'

Karen let go of the material allowing the skirt to fall to the floor. The first smile crossed his lips. The pretty white lace panties and white stockings were the only things left. Standing with her legs tightly closed she waited for his next instruction.

'Come here Karen, its time for lesson one.'

'What lesson,' she asked with a little shiver.

'A lesson in obeying lets see how well you do.' He said opening a drawer in the antique desk. Richard brought out a short leather strap and laid it on top of the desk for her too see. 'Come closer please, and bend over the desk face down.'

'But' Oh no! Please not that'' she cried and backed away again.

'Miss Hanson!' he said sharply, 'you're in no position to bargain. Now come here immediately!'

With a great deal of reluctance Karen edged towards the desk. Glancing at the strap, lying on the desk made her want to cover her bottom. Slowly she bent over. Richards's hands pushed her head all the way down onto the cool wood. The chilly surface tingled against her nipples. Shivers went down her spine.

Holding her hair in a light grasp Richard picked up the leather strap. 'Now Miss Hanson, each time I spank your bottom with the strap I expect a count from you. Each time you fail to count an extra spank will be delivered. If you try to cover your bottom during the spanking it will be considered a complete fail and more drastic measures will be needed. Is that clear Miss Hanson?'

Karen couldn't do anything but nod her head; she was too embarrassed and frightened to speak. Memories of being over her father's knee came flooding back. The helpless feeling, the dread of the hand falling over her bare bum; the squirming and pleading, the promises to be good; as the hand fell mercilessly over and over her quaking skin. He had never used a strap, only his hand, it had been bad enough. She could remember having to lie on her tummy all night after being over his knee. She could only imagine how the strap was going feel.

'Ready Karen? Don't forget to count.' He said as the first slap hit her still panty clad ass.

'One!' she yelled out, it wasn't as bad as she feared. The strap fell again a little harder.

"Two,' she said breathlessly. The strap fell 4 more times, the last one hitting her square in the middle. Karen yelped in pain and forgot to count. Her hands flew to her bottom to protect herself from another spank.

'I'm afraid that's a complete fail miss Hanson. Step away from the desk.'

'Please, one more chance please''

'I'm afraid not, step away from the desk. Stand right there in front of the couch.' Richard reached into the drawer again bringing out a small wooden paddle and a leather binding tie. 'Your hands please Karen, behind your back.' He demanded, throwing the paddle on the couch.

Her hands shook miserably as she put them behind her. The leather tie snuggly tightened her wrists together. The helpless feeling strangely excited her; slick moisture crept from between her legs.

'I can smell your sex Karen, its turning me on.' He whispered in her ear. 'By the time I'm done with you, you'll be gushing like a tap.' Richard pressed two fingers into the flimsy crotch of her panties feeling her pussy lips. His other hand went to a breast. A soft squeeze was all she got before he lowered himself down on the couch, dragging her down with him to lay over his lap. His legs wrapped around hers, preventing her escape. Richards hand dragged across her white panties, down the white stockings resting a moment on her leg. Picking up the paddle with the other, smoothed it across her ass.

'You have such a lovely spankable bottom,' he said while pulling her panties down to the top of her stockings. Karen clenched her cheeks; she struggled slightly when he raised his knee higher forcing her bottom up in a better spanking position. His hands were hot on her skin, she felt her own temperature rise, and shivers ran straight down to her toes.

'You're a very naughty girl Karen, very naughty. Mistakes like yours need rectifying,' he said rubbing her ass. 'I'm going to spank you now, Karen. I'm going to spank you soundly; hopefully a lesson will be learned.

The butterflies felt tumbling around her stomach vanished as the paddle came down in quick short bursts. A fiery red heat soon consumed her flesh. She tried to stay still, but the burning in her bottom was too much. Karen struggled to get free; she threw herself from side to side as her ass continued to heat. Her hands strained at the leather tie, she desperately wanted to protect her stinging ass. Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Karen's ass bounced with each slap of the paddle.

Tears began running down her face, 'Stop it! Please! Owww that hurts, stop it ! Let me up!' she cried.

'I'll let you up when the spanking is over; naughty girls don't get any say about when the spanking stops. Your mine now Karen and so is your ass.' Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! The paddle lighted her ass on fire. 'Now do you think you can do as your told Karen, or shall I continue to paddle your bottom until it blisters?

'Please stop it, I'll do what ever you say'' she sobbed over his knee.

Richard put the paddle down, his hands rubbed her fiery red skin. 'Your bottom is quite beautiful all red and sore. I look forward to teaching you another lesson. Now up you get. Lay over the side of the couch.'

Still sobbing Karen did as she was told, bending over the side arm made her wince with pain from the paddling.

'Good girl, lift your bottom up higher. I'm going to insert this plug in your anus,' he said taking a large butt plug from the desk drawer. Returning with the plug he smiled and approached Karen's red bottom. Richard applied some lubrication to Karen's up turned ass.

Karen wanted to beg him not to put it in her ass, but she was afraid he would spank her again. She tensed as a finger slid into her anus working the lube in.

'Now Karen this will only hurt a little,' he said as the plug was pressed against her puckered little hole. 'Take a deep breath,' he demanded and pushed it into her ass. Karen tired to protest, her bottom wiggled away from the offending plug. His hand on her hip stopped her from moving far and the plug was popped in place. Richard ignored her cries of pain and massaged her bottom until she calmed down. 'There now, I'll be back in a few minutes. Remember no moving about or I may have too put your over my knee again. Is that clear?'

'Yes.' She sobbed, now both her ass and anus seared.

Richard with a last glance at Karen smiled at the sight. She looked good with her panties pulled down and her well spanked ass thrust in the air. The big black butt plug protruded nicely from her anus providing a lovely contrast to the red skin. Karen was going to look even better when he took her up stairs and tied her to the bed. Off he went to prepare things.

Karen was desperate to leave, but if he caught her before she got to the door' The thought was enough to keep lying over the couch. The plug in her ass was beginning to have the proper effect and she could feel the moisture beginning to run between her legs.

Having prepared things Richard came back and peeked through the door. Karen was still where he left her with her nice red bottom still on display. 'Well I see you've learned the first lesson well. You shall be rewarded. Get those panties all the way off and come with me, my dear.'

Walking up the stairs was difficult with the plug in her ass and her arms still tied behind her back, every step stung. When she stalled and tried to reach her sore ass, Richard gave her ass another hard smack. 'I said no rubbing that bottom! Now move quickly, or you'll get spanked on every stair!'

Karen took a deep breath and continued to climb, thinking she would never reach the top. The butt plug tingled inside her ass with every agonizing step. The feelings deep inside her sex were becoming frantic and she wished she could just cum.

'Come Karen, follow me.' He said when they finally reached the upstairs hall.

She followed him into a bedroom with a large four poster bed. An assortment of sex toys lay conveniently on the night table, the sight of them made her body twitch.

Karen fidgeted with hands cuffs, wishing he would take them off.

'I'm afraid those will have to stay on awhile along with these.' He told her, and held up a pair of leg spreaders. 'Legs apart now Karen,' he urged. Richard locked the spreader bar in place.

'Nice now turn around and bend over the edge here.' Richard instructed.

Doing as she was told, her eyes grew wide as Richard stuffed a gag into her mouth. 'There now, all ready.' He said.

His hand reached under tenderly caressing her thigh, then further up to play between her legs. Karen's reaction was instant and a little more moisture crept from her slit. Very smoothly Richard reached for a small vibe, and pressed it to Karen's clit. Her gasp went unheard with the gag in her mouth. Karen's body twisted and turned as the little vibe toured the sensitive flesh. Slowly with delight Richard allowed the vibe to penetrate her pussy. In and out, he ran the vibe until she was squirming around helpless to stop the impending orgasm.

'You're not to cum yet my dear, not yet.'

Karen's body jerked and swayed, when he turned the speed up. Laying it directly on her swollen little nub, Richard teased and teased until she couldn't take another second. Her body responded with a gush of fluid, a soft sigh came from her throat.

'Normally I would punish my pets, when they cum without permission, but I'll make an exception for you, as you are not, truly a submissive.'

Karen lay panting lightly from the excitement. Her eyes grew big as he reached out and began withdrawing the plug from her ass. Her face grimaced as the plug pulled free.

'I have another surprise, Hold still Karen.' He said reaching under her and gasping her right nipple. Richard attached a clamp. Karen's breathing increased and she moaned from the pain the clamped caused. Richard smiled and attached one to the other nipple. Her scream came muffled from beneath the gag.

'Don't worry my pet; you'll forget all about your nipples when I fuck your sweet ass.'

Karen twisted and turned, tried to get up; Richard forced her head back down and released his hard cock from his pants. 'There's no point in trying to escape my dear. I will have a piece of your ass. Any more struggling and I will punish you quite severely.'

Muffled squeaks came from her throat as Richard oiled her rear passage. His hands were hot on her ass; his fingers invaded her puckered little hole. 'Naughty girls always get ass fucked first. Naughty girls who can't pay their debts need to be chastised.' Richard withdrew his fingers and slapped Karen's bottom hard several times with his open palm. Her nipples and ass stung badly, her cries for leniency went unheard. She could feel his hard cock behind her probing at her ass. The tip of his long pole entered her from behind. Another slap to her right ass cheek made her eye's water. His cock sunk in a little further. A final shove sent his cock deep inside her. Karen grimaced with the added pain and tried to pull away.

'Clam down my pet. I won't damage you. Be still and relax, I'll wait till your ready.' He whispered in her ear.

Her body stopped shaking and she felt her bowel accept his hard cock. Gingerly she pushed back feeling his full length inside her. Pain became pleasure as he steadily fucked her ass. His slow steady stokes and fingers on her clit soon had her begging for more. Harder he shoved, his finger sunk into her pussy pushing her on her g-spot. She screamed with pleasure and her juices ran down his hand. His cock stiffened and swelled, his load of semen filled her back hole.

'There my pet, I think that will suffice for our first session.' Richard released her nipples from the clamps and undid her binds.

Karen didn't have to be asked to come back the next night'

The end