Copyright (c) 2000, all rights reserved, Lizbeth Dusseau
I remembered those other offices where
we’d met: the ones at the county lock-up and at Brody Hall.
This was far more pleasant, potted plants, a nice new desk, and
windows looking out on the city sun.
"Sorry, if I came at a bad
time," I started talking, feeling very awkward.
"Are you?" he asked, looking
back at me rather playfully.
"Of course."
He grinned and I was happy, but then he
had to ask, "What brings you here?" He motioned me to
a chair.
I smiled like a little kid, feeling
terribly scared. So many things were popping in my brain to say
that I just rang my sweaty hands in my lap and stared into his
eyes.
"Tough question?" he finally
asked.
"Yes, kinda, because I don’t
know where to start."
"Anywhere works for me."
He wasn’t making this any easier
being nice. Frankly, he got a whole lot more out of me when he
was in charge and barking orders.
"Were you serious, what you said
in the diner… about going out, being friends, seeing what
would happen? I know it was six months ago, but…"
"But now’s a better time than
then?" he asked.
"Yes."
"Yes, I was serious. So, why
now?"
I sighed and took one deep breath.
"Damn this is really hard…"
"You’re nervous."
"You always did a good job of
stating the obvious…" my voice trailed away, but I
started to speak, keeping my eyes on the window not Tony, like I
was in some trance. "I had a brief affair with a man, and
now that it’s over, I need to move on, and… all I can think
of is you." I turned toward him as I said ‘you’.
"Oh really? Why do you think that
is?"
"Hell, Tony, I don’t know why,
the stuff at Brody Hall comes back to haunt me and I can’t let
it go… and I don’t mean the ugly things."
"You’re feeling guilty and need
to be spanked?"
"No!" I answered much too
quickly and then backed down, "Well, maybe."
"Something you’d like to tell
me?" He took a firmer tone, looking at me critically the
way I should remember Tony Casals when he was my pitiless
caseworker—not the way my fantasies wanted to imagine him.
Long gone thoughts of Brody were all
coming back like angry bees; and more than that, the way I
felt… the guilt, the shame… flooded my system with twisted
excitement… like my body was preparing to get spanked. I
squirmed in my chair feeling as though the weeks and months were
dropping away.
"Maybe," I hedged more
looking straight into his eyes.
When I didn’t go on, he started in,
like I remembered… but a lot softer. "You don’t have to
tell me anything, Angel. But you’d better be straight with
yourself. You’re used to getting spanked, you even like it,
and if it’s what you need to keep you happy and behaving
decently, maybe you need to take a serious look at getting those
desires fulfilled."
Ouch! That hurt! If the truth were that
plain to him, how many other people could guess it just by
looking at me? At the moment, my ass was burning brightly inside
my skirt, reminding me how much I wanted his hand striking
flesh. I took my trip uptown to see Meyer, and here I was in
Tony’s office…is spanking what I really wanted? If not
Meyer, I could always go to Tony. Was that what my perverted
mind was thinking?
"That time I called…"
"Early in the morning? I
remember."
"I was handcuffed to a bedpost in
Carlos’ apartment."
"You what!" He turned from
calm to pissed so fast, I thought he’d jump out of the chair.
But in Tony’s usual style, he cooled quickly.
"Three of his friends were
interested in me, interested in spanking me… a kind of
party."
I could see he was breathing harder and
having a tough time keeping his temper.
"I got spanked… and screwed…
then I passed out. When I woke up, I was handcuffed to the
bed…"
Tony’s official looking face returned
with his eyes looking like heat-seeking missiles zeroing in on
me.
"They weren’t very smart, the
phone was practically in front of my face, and then I called
you…"
"Why did you lie?"
"I was embarrassed."
"You should have been, but
that’s no excuse when you’re being held against your
will."
"Oh, but they didn’t hurt me,
they just wanted to screw me again, so they thought it would be
cool to…anyway, Carlos came back to the apartment and broke it
up. I’m fine, I was fine then."
"If you were so fine, why did you
call me?"
I smiled guiltily, "I thought I
was in trouble."
"And that’s why you’re here
now?" It was one of those questions that didn’t need an
answer. He went on without one. "Because if you want me to
spank you, I will. You’ll get it as hard and hot as you did in
Brody. Is that what you need?"
"You’d do that now?"
"Yes, I would."
My body was all in a dither acting so
crazy I couldn’t ignore what I felt.
"Maybe you’d better," I
finally yielded the truth, "because right now I feel so
miserable I don’t think that anything would make me feel
better except getting spanked."
His eyes got colder still… but in a
voracious sort of way. He stared me down some seconds, then
moved to his office door and spoke to his secretary. "No
interruptions, Nancy, no phone calls, and if it gets noisy in
here, don’t worry… my client asked for this."
When he returned to his desk, he went
straight for a wooden ruler in the top drawer.
"You’re sure she won’t think
this is pretty weird?" I stared at the door wonderingly.
"She knows my habits."
"You mean you spank other women in
your office?"
"No one in the last six months,
but it has happened."
Now, I was upset and even a little
jealous. "Nancy?" I asked carefully.
"It’s none of your business who
I spanked, except who I’m going to spank right now. Now, get
up."
He was as mean as I remember him and I
was in heaven. Jumping from my seat, I waited as he rolled up
his shirtsleeves in a repeat performance of my first Brody
punishment. I never will forget that moment, or how I felt about
Tony Casals.
"Over my lap," he ordered.
I went over his steely thighs, feeling
my whole body ignite. Yes, Meyer was pretty good with a scene,
but that was all about lies and fibs and money changing hands.
This was real.
The feel of his body touched off my
desires in great, wild surges. As he lifted my skirt and lowered
my panties, I was squirming as though I could get off right
then. The cool air on my ass was sweet, and the way he laid his
palm across the skin before he began his strikes turned me to
jelly. The flutter in my tummy got more anxious, and my whole
head was screaming madly for him to start.
He noticed my eagerness, "Anxious
are we?"
"Oh, please, don’t make me say
it," I mumbled unhappily.
"I should, you know. I should make
you suffer a lot longer for that lame stunt, Angel Santana, but
maybe we just better let the ruler speak for me."
"Yes, please…"
"Hush!" He lifted the ruler
and let it thunder across my bottom.
"Oh, yes!" I purred beneath
my breath… I’m sure Tony heard.
How could this warmth be better than
Meyer’s, or Donnigan’s, or Trenton’s, or what any other
man delivered on my ass? Made no sense, but it was true. The
fire hurt; the pain got rough; I started to squeal, and cough
and mew all kinds of nonsense. I remembered the first time he
spanked me when I didn’t think he knew the first thing about
smacking a poor girls’ heinie. Maybe he’d had more
practice… a lot more practice. All the stops and starts, the
pauses, the times he laid the ruler on my ass just so my butt
would cool. When he started again, he’d start up hard and each
smack hit hot!
"Gawd noooooooooooooooo!"
I tested him a dozen times, cried,
spewed and practically thrashed my way off his lap.
He was good, holding me down with his
free arm; I thought I’d been captured by steel ropes and
welded to his middle.
"Oh, Tony, noooooooooooo!"
"Quiet down!" he barked under
his breath.
I clamped my mouth shut tight, and let
the next smacks come as I held the pain inside. My ass must have
been nearly scarlet with my brown-skinned bum looking as though
it had been burned for days by a wicked sun. Then, just when I
could hardly stand another miserable thwack, Tony stopped.
He laid the ruler on my ass and
didn’t lift it up again.
"Ooo, my." I tried to stay
cool; but that was impossible with the man of my nastiest dreams
holding me to his groin and commanding every frayed nerve in my
body.
"Let’s not mince words, Angel. I
know this turns you on physically. And frankly, it arouses me
too, but we’re not going to bed with these feelings until our
lives catch up with the spanking."
I knew he’d come up with some kind of
bullshit line like this, but maybe what I needed was a little
self-restraint. After all, I wasn’t sure I really liked the
man. And firmly fixed across his lap, I wasn’t thinking
clearly enough to know what I was after.
I wilted, letting my exhausted body
come down from its sexual high. It wasn’t easy. "Can I
get up?" I asked.
"No."
"Why not?" I asked.
"Because I like looking at the
scarlet rounds." He put the ruler down and laid his hand
directly on the surface of my ass cheek.
"You’re not playing fair, you
know."
"Maybe not. But this isn’t Brody
and we don’t have any rules."
"So, you’ll make them up?"
This was starting to sound like a genuine conversation—surely
the oddest one I’d ever had.
"That’ll be my job." He was
working my flesh with his palm, squeezing it gently so it was
impossible for me to forget how aroused I was.
"You know, this is torture."
"Really? I can always stop."
"No. No, no, please!"
He stopped anyway a few seconds later,
and put me on my feet. Then he returned to his chair behind his
desk and left me standing while he finished the lecture he’d
begun over his lap. "That was dangerous, Angel. I know you
should have been punished months ago for this… and the lying,
that doubles your crime."
"But I didn’t owe you my
confession," I pouted. I was fishing for answers… where
would he take this? What came next? Would I have a boyfriend, or
just another man in my life who liked to use my ass?
"Maybe you owed me the truth.
Maybe that’s why you called me instead of someone else…
maybe what I offered you six months ago is exactly what you
wanted then, and want right now?"
Oh! How did he know so much! How could
I love, hate and need this man all at once?
"You think that’s true?" I
asked.
"Why don’t we try and see what
happens," he suggested.
"Okay." I was too limp to be
contrary, and he was almost smiling. Eventually, we’d have to
get around to fucking because there just couldn’t be this kind
of chemical reaction and no explosion.
"Let’s try a date," he
moved on quickly. "Tomorrow night… that is unless you
have something else to confess that I have to punish you
for."
"No, no, that’s the worst of
it," I lied so sweetly he would never guess. In the back of
my mind, I’d remembered Meyer Gustafson and all the others,
but I’d decided Tony Casals didn’t need this much
information about my past, since the past was history.
"Then I’ll pick you up at the
diner, seven o’clock?"
"That sounds fine." A date. A
real date. With a guy in a suit, and a law degree attached to
his name, and a smile that seemed more honest and more frequent
the longer we were together.
Angel, our sassy, bratty schoolgirl, grows
up fast in her neighborhood. Although she has heard MANY
stories about the hellish place called “Brody Hall”, she and her
friends continue with their roguish behaviors. Stealing away to
their favorite hangout, the girls get very drunk, very happy,
and VERY lewd. The owner tries to step in before trouble comes
knockin’!
In the bar’s “back room”, Angel is
propositioned by several men only to be arrested and taken away
to this nightmarish place she’s heard only by name. Handcuffed
and delivered to her caseworker, Tony, Angel begins her
torturous, yet self-discovering journey. She realizes she
craves punishment and revels in the pleasure/pain it brings.
With one mistake too many, she is sent to detention (a fate much
worse than alternative school!) and receives punishment far more
horrific than she could ever imagine. ‘Surrender’ is the word
of the day.
Surviving a lengthy term in Brody Hall and
detention, she is released to find pleasure in people she never
thought possible. She continues to rendezvous with men that
torment and punishment; although she never really finds her
hearts desire… until…
Angel, like me, is afraid to allow herself
to be free, to love and be loved. She has a fear of
relationships because those men that love will eventually
leave. When she finds that man her heart seeks, she runs back
to those places and ideals that comfort her... afraid to fight
for her happiness. However, she’s not the only one fighting!!!
