In all of those instances, she’d felt safe. Cared for. Cherished. His.
“I would expect obedience, total obedience, and complete submission. And in return, you would be my little girl to spoil, care for, protect. Love.”
Slowly, Jilly nodded. So far, it didn’t sound too terrible. Unusual, certainly, but not terrible. Especially not if there would be more of those kisses that still had her head spinning just thinking about it.
“Okay,” she said. “I’m interested. But I have questions.”
Matthew exhaled deeply, obviously relieved, and nodded at the same time. “Questions are okay. Questions are good. Ask away.”
Jilly took a deep breath. Never, in her wildest dreams, did she ever think she would be having a conversation such as this. It felt surreal. “You said rules and punishments. Can you elaborate on that?” Considering he’d threatened to put her over his knee just two days ago, she thought she had a fairly good idea of what the punishments would entail. But still, it was hard to accept in her head, that she was an adult, a modern feminist woman, and she was considering consenting to physical punishment.
Matthew grinned. “The rules will be something we will discuss and decide on together and we’ll probably change them around a bit. But the non-negotiable ones will be not missing meals, taking all your breaks, looking after yourself properly and not running yourself ragged, ringing me if you’re going to be late for work... things like that. We can discuss it all. Punishments will mostly involve spanking.”
While she was still trying to wrangle his words into control in her spinning head, he reached across his desk and picked something up from underneath a messy pile of scattered papers. Something long, wooden.
A ruler.
He held it up. “With this.”
Jilly gasped. So not his hand, then. This was far different to her wild imaginings. In her daydreams, there had been no rulers. No implements. Just a big, strong palm. Wouldn’t a ruler hurt?
“You want to hit me with a ruler?” The thought was both shocking and thrilling. Her stomach clenched tightly, turning itself into knots.
“Not hit, spank. But yes. This ruler will be applied firmly to your bare bottom when necessary.”
“Will it hurt?” It was a bit of a silly question, but she was in shock and it just popped out.
Matthew’s eyes darkened. “Yes,” he told her firmly. “When a naughty girl earns a punishment, it is going to hurt. It would be pretty pointless otherwise, wouldn’t it?”
Once again, Jilly couldn’t breathe. Her mouth was dry, the air was thick, and a huge lump in her throat blocked her airway. She shouldn’t be turned on by this. She should be running away. She certainly shouldn’t be considering it. And yet... here she was. Horny. Her breasts hot and achy. Her knickers sopping with her juices. Her pussy throbbing with need.
She’d loved the idea when she’d imagined his bare hand spanking her bottom, playful swats that stung just the tiniest bit. But this... this was something else entirely.
“Can I refuse a punishment?”
Matthew shook his head. “No. Not if you agree to be my little girl; my word will be final. You will certainly be allowed an opinion on the matter, but if I decide you will be punished, there will be no getting around that. It might be delayed or changed if necessary, but that will be at my discretion.”
Jilly’s head was still spinning. This was quite a lot to take in. It was a bit hard to believe what she was hearing, really.
“If I decide to do this—and I haven’t yet, but if I do—what if I want to end it? Will there be repercussions? Will I lose my job?” You’ve decided, her inner voice insisted. You want this. Don’t even pretend you don’t.
Matthew smiled, then reached out across his desk and held out his hands. She put her hands in his and he squeezed them gently. “I promise you, any time you want out, you will always have that option and no, it will never affect your job. Regardless of what you decide right now, or what you might decide in the future, your employment here is secure. I kissed you, Jilly. That means something to me.”
Jilly nearly swooned. “It means something to me, too.”
But still, it was a lot to take in, and her head spun crazily as she tried to digest everything Matthew had just told her. “But what does all this have to do with me being late?”
“Everything and nothing,” Matthew told her cryptically. “If you don’t want to do to this, or if you need more time to decide, you will be given a formal warning about your tardiness, as per HR’s standard procedure. If it was to happen again, there would already be a formal warning against your file, so it is possible your position could be terminated. Of course, if you have a genuine reason outside of your control for being late and you ring and let us know, or if you have an appointment that you advise us of in advance, that is different. I’m talking purely about the sort of thing that happened this morning—rocking up late without a care in the world, without giving us the courtesy of a phone call.”
“I didn’t exactly rock up without a care in the world,” she objected. She would have said more, but Matthew’s raised eyebrow, and the stern way he cleared his throat in warning, stopped her. She swallowed, biting back her words, then nodded. “Fair enough. And if I decide I want this? What then?”
Matthew grinned. “Then, little girl, you will get your first taste of Daddy’s ruler. There will be no formal warning against your name; you will be punished by me instead.”
“Okay.” Jilly took a deep breath. She was so nervous that every muscle in her body screamed with tension and butterflies were going crazy in her tummy. There wasn’t
