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 "I'm tired of you distracting me," Lynn said as Cole entered her office the
next week.  She was only wearing a bra and panties.

   Cole raised his eyebrows.  "I wasn't aware I took up that much of your
time."

   "I meant from the work we're trying to do in here.  From the work I want
to do with you, that is."

   "I'm being as complicit as I know how," Cole said, sinking into the
sofa.

   Lynn rubbed her eyebrow with the tips of her fingers, slightly
consternated.  "Your clothes," she barked.  "Take them off.  Now!" Cole
rose and began to strip.  Lynn seated herself.  "You were spanked as a
child?" she asked.

   "Only once that I remember."

   "Lie across my lap, Cole.  We're going to motivate you." Cole fought
back a smile and stretched himself across the plush armrests of Lynn's
chair, over her lap.  She began patting her hand on his asscheek, slapping
gently, then harder until she was smacking it, but not very close to
full-force.  Cole wiggled around some, growing hard.  When Lynn felt his
erection pressing into her leg, she stopped and began raking her
fingernails across the skin of his butt in a cross-hatched pattern, firmly
enough to leave red tracks across his skin.  Cole lay still, anxious.  When
the smacks came again, harder than before, the tracks left by the
fingernails tingled differently, a complex sensation of painful pleasure.
Again the fingernails and harder smacks until Lynn was smacking her hand
down with all her might and Cole was wincing and soft again from the pain,
but leaking onto Lynn's legs.  He ground his crotch downward, relishing the
sensation of her smooth skin on his dick and the pain of her hand.  "Stand
up," Lynn said finally.  Cole stood in front of her, only a few feet away.
"No!" Lynn snapped.  Sit on the sofa.  Cole obeyed.  "Why did you enjoy
that?" Lynn asked.

   "Because you excite me."

   "Mistress," Lynn hissed.

   "Because you excite me, Mistress Lynn," Cole answered softly, enjoying
the erotic sense of fear that played at his brain.

   "I am going to help you, whether you want to benefit from our
association or not.  But because of our. . .  transgressions, it's
important, it's vital that you respect me."

   "I do.  I'm afraid of displeasing you."

   Lynn squirmed from side to side in her chair.  "Sit on the floor," she
told him.  "Don't touch yourself." Cole did as he was told.  Lynn
unfastened her skirt.  She wasn't wearing anything underneath.  Unbuttoning
her blouse, she spread it back on her shoulders.  She reached down and slid
two fingers into herself, sighing.  "Tell me why you enjoyed being
spanked," she said, beginning to jerk herself off.

   "I felt helpless, safe but helpless.  There's something about you being
in control, the hard coldness, the way I trust you implicitly."

   Lynn pulled her hand out of herself and extended it.  "Taste," she said.
Cole leaned forward on all fours and crawled across the rug to her. 
Without using his hands, he took her fingers gingerly into his mouth and
begin to suck on them.  "Good boy," Lynn said.  Cole withdrew and retreated
to the sofa, where he sat, back pressed up against it.  Knowing what we
expected of him, he began to speak.

   "There's something about my attraction to you.  You have to understand,
with women my age, I see one of two things.  I'm drawn to one of two
things. With some, it's a sense of erotic playfulness.  A vanity trip, a
challenge.  With others, and this is rare, I feel a pull, a sense that it
would be very easy to fall into a relationship with them.  But it's only
with older women that I ever experience what I guess you would call lust at
first sight." Lynn moaned, increasing the pressure on her clit.  "That
animalistic desire to rip someone's clothes off.  It only happens with
older women.  When you were spanking me, I almost came." A slight whine
escaped Lynn's lips.  "If you had talked to me, if you had said the right
things, I would have." She tossed her head back, bringing a hand to her
breast.  "You're very pretty, but that's not it.  That doesn't explain the
attraction.  It's the desire to submit, to surrender control, to trust you,
the need for you to guide me.  I need you, Mistress Lynn." Lynn was
grinding her hips against her hand, only half hearing Cole's words.  "I
want you to possess me.  I want you to guide me, to take me in, to your
life, to be inside that world where I'm controlled and want to please you,
to fear you."

   "Cole, Cole, Cole," Lynn gasped, letting her body, her lust take over.

   "I want you to be everything to me.  I to worship your desires, your
desires for you and your desires for me.  It's selfish, I know.  I want, I
want.  But it's you who decided, your mouth, when it opens.  The sound of
your words and your firm will.  That's what turns me on.  You turn me on.
There's nothing so exciting to me as losing a contest of wills." These last
words washed over Lynn as she swayed back and forth, cumming.

   She slumped back in her chair, satisfied, drunk with endorphins.  She
smiled broadly at Cole.  "Get dressed and leave," she said.

   Cole's face froze for a long moment.  He stared at Lynn.  Finally, he
dropped his eyes.  "Yes," he said.

   "Yes what?"

   "Yes, mistress Lynn," he said and rose to pull on his pants.

   Lynn watched the young man dress, one arm wrapped around her stomach,
and the other clutching her breast, gently squeezing her nipple.  Cole was
in the hallway when she called, "Be grateful I let you dress." Cole merely
held a hand up in acknowledgement and disappeared.