Physical (6 page)

“
Yes, I just might want
one,” he said in a reflective and satisfied tone. “But we’ll have
to see if you can properly meet my parameters for naughtiness,
Natalie.”

His renewed formality was turning me on
uncontrollably. I didn’t know what to say. There I was with my
panties around my ankles looking back at him. I didn’t know if I
should just remain bent over to wait for additional spankings or if
I should respond to his confession. Yet, he didn’t even give me a
chance to say anything. He took hold of my arm and pulled me to a
standing position. He swiftly turned me around, grabbed me by the
back of my head and started kissing me roughly. He pulled me
tightly toward him and I wrapped my arms around the small of his
back while he slid his tongue deep into my mouth. He was an
incredible kisser and I knew from that moment on that I was his. We
had hardly gotten to know each other but I was already beginning to
fall for him. The specifics of what our relationship was going to
be didn’t really matter at that point because he had put his hand
back between my legs and my pussy couldn’t have been any
wetter.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. We
both stopped and smiled at the whole situation. “Yes?” he said.

“
You have a phone call.”
It was the voice of one of his sons.

“
Take a message! I’m in
the middle of a meeting. Do not interrupt me again!” he
yelled.

He turned back toward me and I waited to
hear the person’s footsteps as they walked away but I didn’t hear
anything. I looked back at Anderson and gestured that I thought
there was someone at the door but he didn’t seem to care. He
whispered in my ear to just not make too much noise and we went
back to what we were doing. He guided me back to his desk and
lifted me up to sit me on the edge of it. My panties were still
hanging around my ankles and he reached down to slip them off. When
he rose again, he looked at me with the most intense stare. I felt
like I was completely powerless to look away from his granite blue
eyes. He moved his head toward mine, pressing his mouth to my ear
so he could whisper to me.

“
Spread your legs wide,
Natalie.”

The sound of his voice and the feeling of
his warm breath sent shivers through my body. I could feel my legs
shaking as I slowly parted them open. He reached down and pulled my
dress up to fully reveal my bare cunt.

“
Wider,” he
ordered.

I spread my legs wider so there was no doubt
that I was fully exposed to him. He delicately placed his hand on
my inner thigh and glided it up the inside of my leg. He ran his
fingers over the contours of my wet cunt and I wondered if he liked
that it was shaved completely bare. Suddenly, without the slightest
warning, he lifted his hand, moved it a few inches in the air and
then slapped me soundly between my legs. My body flinched in shock
and my legs instinctively closed shut. I gasped from the unexpected
sting.

“
I said wider, Natalie. I
mean completely wide,” he told me in a loud whisper.

I struggled to swallow, and then took a
couple quick, deep breaths. My legs trembled as I moved to spread
them all the way open. I could feel the muscles tighten to their
full length at the sides of my hips and thighs. My knees were
pointing toward the front corners of his desk. He continued to
speak quietly into my ear.

“
Do you need your naughty
cunt spanked again or will you keep them spread?”

I was so uncontrollably turned on that I had
no idea how I should answer. Did he want to spank it again? Did he
want me to be obedient? Did he want me to defy him?

“
I will keep them spread,
Mr. Norton,” I professed in a rush of words.

“
Very good, Natalie. Now
tell me how naughty you are,” he ordered.

I wasn’t sure what to say.

“
How naughty?”

“
Yes, tell me how your
previous experiences will help you in this position.”

I couldn’t help but let out a sly smile in
reaction to his words, but before I realized it, he swiftly slapped
me again between my legs. I gasped once again and my legs jerked a
few inches together.

“
This is not for your
amusement, Natalie.”

“
Yes, Mr. Norton. I’m
sorry.”

“
Yes, you will be. It
seems you need to have that naughty cunt trained before I proceed
with any more questions.”

“
Trained?” I asked
him.

“
You will keep your legs
completely spread during all questions. Understand?”

“
Yes, Mr. Norton. I
understand.”

“
Now, ask politely to have
your naughty pussy spanked for not keeping the spread
position.”

I was beginning to understand just how kinky
this man really was. The formality of his eroticism was sending
vibrations through my whole body and my mind was reeling with
future possibilities and scenarios.

“
Mr. Norton, may I please
have my naughty pussy spanked for not keeping my legs spread?” Even
hearing myself say the words turned me on and my voice cracked
halfway through the question.

I watched attentively as his hand rose
between my legs, and then came firmly down on my cunt with a blunt
slapping sound. My legs jerked slightly but I kept my muscles
tightly constricted to hold my fully spread position.

“
Better,” he responded.
“Ask for another.”

“
May I have another, Mr.
Norton?” I immediately replied.

His fingers smacked between my legs again,
but this time my thighs were so tautly extended that there was only
a mild flinching of my body.

“
Very good,” he told
me.

I smiled at his words but then quickly
suppressed my pleasure as I was uncertain if it was allowed. The
perversity of the interrogation flashed through my thoughts. I
would have never in a million years expected to be having my cunt
spanked during an interview to be hired as a housewife. It was all
beginning to become utterly surreal.

I didn’t really have much time to think
about it at all, though, as he added another few light slaps to
make sure that I held the position.

“
Very, very good, Natalie.
Now let’s return to the questions.”

“
Yes, Mr.
Norton.”

“
Now, tell me how your
previous experiences will help you in this position.”

My mind ran through all the wild and kinky
things I had done in my life. I couldn’t possibly tell him about
everything and I was terrified that if he knew how sexual I really
was that he would not want me for his own. I would have to be
honest without being too honest and hope he did not believe I was
lying.

“
Well, Mr. Norton, I have
some solid experience being naughty in many different fields
with…uhmmm…”

I hesitated to go on and he lifted his hand
once again.

“
With men…with men in
different industries and of various backgrounds, I guess you could
say.”

“
Give me an
example.”

“
An example?”

“
Yes. Tell me of a
circumstance in which you were naughty that you believe is relevant
to this position.”

I searched through my memories as a cascade
of random sexual scenes from the past poured through my mind. Even
I had forgotten about what I had done and what I hadn’t done. I
thought back to the first time I gave my boyfriend a blow job,
about the time I had sex in a professor’s office, about the time I
went home with two guys after an office party, about the time I
cheated on my boyfriend with his neighbor and about a dozen of
other flings, hook-ups and affairs.

“
Answer now,
Natalie.”

I just grabbed on to the closest memory
going through my thoughts.

“
Well, Mr. Norton, there
was one time in which I was on a business trip and I was very
naughty with a colleague with whom I worked.”

“
How so?”

“
Well, after our first
meeting with the client, I ended up drunk in his room and I…well I
made sure…uhmmm…I made sure to please him.”

“
In what way?”

“
Well, Mr. Norton. I gave
him a very good cock sucking.”

“
And what
else?”

“
I…I rode his cock up and
down until he had an uncontrollable orgasm. I believe he was
thoroughly satisfied with the kinky sex I provided.”

“
I see,” he casually
uttered before he began to fondle me delicately between my legs.
“That’s a bit naughty,” he added as he rolled the ends of his
fingers through the wet contours of my cunt.

I began to moan softly from the
pleasure.

“
Yes, a bit naughty,” I
mumbled through my heavy breathing.

“
What else?”

I pictured the memory in my mind and I was
still unsure if I should go on confessing to him. I was afraid that
he just wanted to discover if I was an outright slut so he could
throw me out. At that point, though, I really didn’t have much to
lose. We were already well on our way into an unforgettable first
impression of each other.

“
Well, the next day,
during another meeting, I slipped him a note across the table that
said I wasn’t wearing any panties.”

“
You weren’t wearing any?”
he asked.

“
No, Mr. Norton,” I
replied through a heavy moan. The pleasure was beginning to radiate
through my body and I closed my eyes for a moment. Suddenly, his
hand lifted from between my thighs and quickly landed with a sharp
snap.

“
Very naughty,” he
whispered deeply in my ear after I gasped from the sting. While at
first I was shocked from having my cunt spanked, it was now
beginning to become a thorough turn-on.

“
Yes,” I replied. “Very
naughty. But not as naughty as when we fucked in the restroom on
the way out,” I told him.

“
In the restroom? At the
client’s office?”

“
Yes, in the building, I
mean. Down the hall from their office.”

He snapped his fingers between my legs once
again and I gasped from the mixed sensation of pain and pleasure.
My cunt was tingling with warmth. I had never felt so exposed and
open to being punished for my desires. My legs were still fully
open and my thighs tightly constricted.

“
This
is
very naughty,” he whispered to me
as he slid his fingers up and down between my thighs. I began to
moan deeply and he refrained from further questioning for a few
moments. He delicately fondled my clit and I wanted to squirm from
the raw pleasure. I felt like I could be moved to an orgasm in a
matter of seconds. My eyes fluttered open and shut while I moaned
with increasing volume. His lips were pressed against my ear and I
could hear every breath he took. Suddenly, he moved his hand from
between my legs and shifted away from me.

“
Very well, then, Natalie.
Please return to your seat so we can finish the
interview.”

I sat there in disbelief for a moment, in
total shock that he had just taken me to such a raw moment of
pleasure and then just stopped. My legs were still spread open when
he sat back down behind me in his chair. As I slowly closed my
legs, they were still trembling from the tension of being held in
such an extreme position. I cleared my throat and tried to gather
my composure. I stood up and my dress dropped back down to where it
was before the whole scenario had begun. My panties were still on
the floor but I decided to just leave them there. I turned around
and sat back in my seat. I could hardly think straight and my
emotions were still caught in an aftershock of erotic energy.

“
So now that we got that
out of the way, tell me how you would balance the role of the good
wife and the naughty wife.”

He asked the question in the most casual
manner, as if he had not just finished spanking my cunt in the most
perverse way.

I was so thoroughly turned on by how he
methodically controlled the whole moment that I was ready to tell
him anything.

“
Well,” I began, still
trying to catch my breath, “I guess I would have to learn…uhmmm…I
guess I would have to learn…”

“
Yes?” he said to me as he
raised his eyebrows in expectation of my response.

My mind was sparking in all directions in
its search for the right words.

“
Uhmmm…well, I guess I
would have to learn when it was proper to be a good, clean smiley
housewife and when it would be proper to suck and fuck like a dirty
housewife.”

I couldn’t believe the words came out of my
mouth like they did. He just nodded up and down as he processed
what I had just said.

“
I see. That’s a very good
response, Natalie.”

He picked up my resume once again and
examined it.

“
So are there any other
skills you have that would be beneficial to this
position?”

The only position I had in my mind at this
point was the one in which I was riding on top of him in his office
chair but I was quickly learning how to keep my composure in the
way he desired. His repressed personal feelings following his
wife’s passing had been so fetishized into intense moments of
control that I felt like I was dealing with a warrior of martial
arts eroticism.

“
Yes, absolutely,” I
retorted. “I think that I have both particular skills that would be
beneficial to this position as well as a general sense of awareness
about what makes a man like you tick.”