Chapter 16
CHAPTER 16
S tuart
I watched Melissa disciplining Mandy on the live feed from the punishment room’s several surveillance cameras. As Melissa took down Mandy’s panties, I leaned back in my chair, my eyes fixed on the multiple camera angles showing the intimate inspection. I felt a smile play at the corners of my mouth as I watched in close-up, Melissa’s fingers gently spreading Mandy’s cheeks, revealing the puckered rosebud of the other woman’s anus and the sweet pout of Mandy’s needy pussy.
“My, my,” I heard Melissa say through the speakers, her voice a clear mix of authority and arousal. “You keep yourself very smooth and tidy down here, don’t you, Mandy?”
I nodded to myself, impressed by Melissa’s instinctive understanding of how to assert her dominance. She had learned very quickly, adapting to her new role with a natural grace that few possessed—in fact, Assessment thought her quite possibly literally one in a million. As I watched her fingers trace the curves of Mandy’s bottom, noting how Mandy trembled under her touch, I felt a swell of pride and satisfaction in my chest, even as down against my thigh my cock stirred with a more basic response.
Melissa’s questioning of Mandy about her arousal was particularly masterful. I could see the conflict play across Mandy’s face as she struggled to answer, her embarrassment warring with her obvious excitement. When Melissa gave Mandy’s bottom that light smack, demanding an answer, I couldn’t help but chuckle. She was channeling my own methods beautifully.
“Yes!” Mandy’s cry of confession echoed through my office. “Yes, miss. I’m… I’m… I’m, you know… excited. I’m sorry, I can’t help it.”
I leaned forward, drinking in every detail of the scene before me. Melissa’s flushed cheeks, the way her eyes darkened with desire even as she maintained her stern demeanor. Mandy’s quivering form, her hips shifting almost imperceptibly, seeking more contact. The clear evidence of both women’s arousal, visible even to the casual observer.
As I watched, I felt a sense of deep harmony settle over me. Melissa had proven to be everything I had hoped for when I first saw her application—brilliant, driven, with a quickly developing understanding of both submissive and dominant needs that made for an ideal Selecta executive. Her mind was razor-sharp, able to grasp complex concepts and innovate in ways that could revolutionize our business. Yet she also craved the firm hand of authority, responding beautifully to discipline and control.
And now, seeing her take charge with Mandy, I knew I had found something truly special. Melissa’s natural dominance was emerging, tempered by her own experiences as a submissive. She understood intuitively how to balance firmness with care, how to push boundaries while still maintaining control.
I felt my chest tighten as I realized the depth of my feelings for this remarkable young woman. It wasn’t just admiration or lust—though there was certainly plenty of both. No, what I felt for Melissa was something deeper, something I hadn’t experienced in years.
Love . The word echoed in my mind, surprising me with its intensity. I was in love with Melissa Mitropoulos.
Melissa
As I picked up the paddle, I realized with a rush of warmth—both in my face and down below my belly—that my left hand had drifted to my lap. Without even thinking about it I had begun to press and to rub there, and I noticed an instant later that my breathing had sped up and begun to become labored as the air passed in and out of my nostrils. Suddenly the soreness Stuart had left in my ass and my pussy blossomed into what felt like a raging fire.
It all came from instinct, I knew. Basic biology. Part of me absolutely wanted Mandy, though I had never had sex with a woman before. I had other instincts, too, though—maybe a little less biological, but still fundamental. I had never let them out before, really, and so I still had to get used to them.
My dominance , I told myself, feeling my eyes widen slightly.
As soon as I thought it, the essence of it seemed to kick in, and I understood how a bit of the conflict that had raged in my heart and mind and body for so long had just come clear for me. I took my left hand away from my lap; in this dominant role, disciplining Mandy, I needed to concentrate on teaching her an appropriate lesson. Afterwards… well, perhaps I could make sure Mandy learned to show her gratitude properly.
I raised the paddle, feeling its weight in my hand like a reminder of the authority I had, while submitting myself to the same regime. I had felt the force of the paddle myself, and earned the right to wield it. My heart raced as I looked down at Mandy’s bare bottom, so beautifully presented before me. I took a deep breath, steadying myself, and put my left hand atop her bare waist to keep her in place. Mandy’s little whimper at the sensation made me swallow hard.
“Remember to count and thank me for each stroke,” I said, my voice firm despite the tremors of excitement running through my limbs.
“Yes, miss,” Mandy breathed.
I brought the paddle down hard across both of Mandy’s cheeks. The crack echoed through the room, followed almost instantly by Mandy’s anguished cry.
“One! Thank you, miss!” she gasped out.
I didn’t wait long before delivering the second stroke, just below the first. Mandy’s body jerked forward, but she kept her position bent over the desk.
“Two! Thank you, miss!”
With each successive swat, I felt more confident, more in control. The paddle connected solidly each time, leaving bright red marks across Mandy’s rapidly coloring backside. Her cries grew louder, more desperate, but she never tried to stand up or cover herself.
By the sixth stroke, tears were streaming down Mandy’s face. Her voice was choked with sobs as she counted out, “Six! Th-thank you, miss!”
I paused for a moment, running my hand over the hot, swollen flesh of Mandy’s bottom. She let out a little sob at my touch, her hips shifting slightly.
“You’re taking your punishment well,” I told her. “But we’re far from done.”
Mandy nodded, sniffling. “Yes, miss. I understand.”
The next six strokes came in quick succession. I gave them forcefully, determined to drive the lesson home. By the twelfth Mandy screamed with each impact, her body shuddering, but she still remained in place.
“Twelve!” she wailed. “Thank you, miss!”
I set the paddle down. Mandy lay draped over the desk, sobbing quietly. Her bottom was a deep, angry red, and I knew she’d be feeling this lesson for days to come. I had given her as many strokes as Sharon had given me. I felt satisfied.
As I gazed at Mandy’s punished flesh, I felt a surge of pride mixed with arousal. The deep red of her backside seemed to pulse with heat, and I could see the subtle quivering of her muscles as she tried to process the pain. I had done this. I had asserted my authority and Mandy had submitted like a good girl. The power of it all left me breathless.
“You took that very well, Mandy,” I said, my voice husky with emotion. “I’m proud of you for accepting your punishment so gracefully.”
Mandy’s shoulders shook with quiet sobs, but I heard her whisper, “Thank you, miss. I’m sorry I disappointed you. I’ll do better, I promise.”
Her words sent a fresh wave of warmth through my chest. I reached out, unable to resist the urge to touch her again. My fingertips ghosted over the heated skin of her bottom, and Mandy let out a soft whimper that went straight to my clit.
I was suddenly acutely aware of the wetness between my own thighs. The power of the moment, the intimacy of it, was overwhelming. I wanted… I needed…
But I hesitated. This was all so new. The floor beneath my feet felt unsteady, like I was walking a tightrope between two versions of myself. Could I really ask for what I craved? Was it right to want more, after administering such a harsh punishment?
As I stood there, frozen in indecision, Mandy slowly pushed herself up onto her elbows. She turned her head, looking back at me with tearstained cheeks and eyes that held a mixture of pain, submission, and something else… something that made my breath catch in my throat.
“Miss?” Mandy’s voice was barely above a whisper. “May I… may I thank you properly? For teaching me this lesson?”
My heart raced at her words, understanding immediately what she was offering. I felt my face flush hot, a dizzying mix of desire and uncertainty swirling through me.
“Mandy, I…” I started, not sure how to respond. Part of me wanted to say yes, to give in to the hunger that had been building since I first put my hands on her. But another part held back, worried about crossing a line, about taking advantage.
Mandy must have sensed my hesitation. She slowly, carefully turned around to face me, wincing slightly as her punished bottom made contact with the edge of the desk. Her eyes met mine, filled with a need that mirrored my own.
“Please, miss,” she said softly. “I want to show you how grateful I am. How sorry I am for my behavior. Please let me make it up to you.”
I felt myself wavering, teetering on the edge of a decision that I knew would either solidify my place here in Selecta Entertainment or make it clear the conflict was too much for me. The air between us seemed to crackle with tension and possibility.
Stuart’s face flashed into my mind’s eye, as if he were watching me, assessing my every movement, my every choice. I smiled as I realized there wasn’t actually a choice here at all: biology and dominance—and even submission to my amazing, masterful boss—all went together. I walked around the desk, feeling Mandy’s eyes on me like a counterpart to Stuart’s imagined gaze. I sat in the high-tech ergonomic chair and pushed it back, on its rollers, to leave enough space for Mandy to comply with my next command.
“Kneel in front of me, you little slut,” I told her. “Paddling you got me hot and bothered, as I’m sure you guessed. You’re going to thank me with your pretty mouth.”
Mandy’s eyes widened at my command, a flush spreading across her cheeks. She slid carefully off the desk, wincing as her knees made contact with the floor. On visibly shaky limbs, she made her way around on all fours, to kneel before me.
I leaned back in the chair, my heart pounding as I slowly hiked up my skirt. The fabric whispered against my thighs, revealing my lacy purple panties. Mandy’s gaze was fixed on the apex of my thighs, her breath coming in quick little pants.
“You see this pussy, Mandy?” I said, my voice husky with arousal. “Earlier today, Stuart paddled me for forgetting to wax. He bent me over his desk, just like I did to you, and taught me a lesson about following the rules.”
Mandy whimpered softly, her eyes darting up to meet mine before quickly lowering again.
“I want you to kiss my bottom and make it better,” I told her. “Show me how sorry you are for your behavior, and how grateful you are that I took the time to correct you.”
Mandy nodded eagerly. “Yes, miss. Thank you, miss.”
I leaned back further and slid toward Mandy’s bright pink face, pulling my knees up to show her everything. I felt Mandy’s warm breath against my skin as she leaned in close. Her lips pressed softly against my left cheek, then my right, leaving a trail of feather-light kisses across my still-tender flesh.
The sensation sent shivers up my spine. I closed my eyes, savoring the feeling of Mandy’s gentle ministrations. After a few moments, I put my hand on her warm cheek and tilted her face up to look into her eyes.
“Good girl,” I murmured, running my fingers through her hair. “Now, I think you know what I need next.”
With trembling fingers, I pulled the gusset of my panties aside, revealing my swollen, glistening pussy to Mandy’s hungry gaze.
“Make me come,” I commanded. “Show me what that pretty little mouth of yours can do.”