A Decision - A Harry Carton Story

She opened the door to his office without knocking, certain that he would not be there. She just had some paperwork to drop off, and she was running late for lunch. Kate froze at the tableau silhouetted against the window. He was standing, phone to his ear, back to the door. A woman was on her knees at his feet, zipping up his pants.

Kate coughed quietly but neither of them took note. The woman closed his pants, but remained kneeling. He patted her softly on the shoulder and made a motion of dismissal with his free hand. Turning, he made eye contact with Kate and pointed to the IN box. There was never a break in the phone conversation. She didn't understand a word he said. It was in Italian.

The woman went out the executive's side door, and Kate went back to the office. Gawd!, she thought, I can understand a quickie in the office. I've wanted to often enough. But it was like he didn't even take note of the woman. She lunched with her friend, as planned, but could not get her mind off him, and his manner with the woman. She had worked alongside this man for years, but had never thought of him this way.

"Kate!" Her friend's voice was sharp. "What the hell is wrong? Your mind is somewhere and you keep squirming in your chair. Did you sleep with some new guy last night?" She made a long slurpy sucking noise with the straw in her diet soda.

"What?" Kate snapped back to the conversation -- suddenly aware that she had been picturing herself in the woman's place. "Hell no! It's been such a long time that I'm having horny day dreams, I guess."

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Exactly one week later, she found herself in front of his door again, but 15 minutes earlier. She held some papers as camouflage, but she really wanted to know if this was a regular thing for him. That girl. Just dismissed like a.. a.. but she ran out of words. He was a senior member of the firm, as she was, and it seemed impossible that he could be doing that regularly without anyone's knowledge. She took a deep breath, turned the knob and walked in.

He was seated at the desk, working on some electronic document. Uncharacteristically, she hesitated at the door before stepping in and closing it behind her. She took a couple of steps toward the desk, papers held out as if in offering. "I had these papers and... " her voice cracked. She licked her lips and fell to silence.

He looked up, considering her for a long moment. "Do you want to stay awhile?" She nodded, suddenly unable to meet his steady gaze. "All right, but you must be quiet and not interfere, no matter what." He gestured toward a leather couch along one wall.

She went and sat -- on the edge of the couch, knees and ankles together, back ramrod straight. At noon precisely there was a quiet knock on the door, and it opened. The woman came in and closed the heavy door behind her quietly. She turned to face him at the desk and then kneeled! For the first time, Kate could see more than a silhouette. The woman was young -- mid 20s perhaps --- with long dark hair, she was slender but shapely, and wore a business suit, she wore no shoes. The girl -- for Kate could not think of her as a woman -- looked at the carpeted floor, and was still. Kate held her breath.

The silence stretched for long moments. Then he turned to the girl. "Perhaps you would lock the door, as you should have last week. I am disappointed that you did not remember this simple task."

"I am sorry, master," was her only reply, as she stood and walked quickly to the door. She must have seen Kate, but her eyes were fixed straight ahead. "MASTER"??? Kate thought to herself. What is going on here?

The girl locked the door and turned, walking back to the desk on quiet bare feet. She went to the side and kneeled at his feet. Same place she was last week. I wonder if there are worn spots on the carpet from her knees. The funny image leapt to Kate's mind. It vanished almost immediately as he stood suddenly, looming over the girl. Still she kept her eyes on the floor, her hands resting quietly on her thighs. The only sound was the rapid thumping in Kate's chest. Kate found herself squeezing her thighs together tightly. She realized with a start that she was excited, breathing rapidly as she watched the man standing with the girl at his feet. She was more than excited, she was hot...she could feel the wetness in her sex.

The girl spoke in a soft, whispery voice. So quiet that Kate was not sure she had spoken at all. "Will you discipline me today, master?" There was an undercurrent of eagerness in the voice.

SLAPPP! His hand was a blur as he snapped her head to the side. The sound was sharp in the cool, darkened room. Kate jumped to her feet and took a step toward them.

He turned quickly to her, his voice low and calm. "You may stay or go, but you will not interfere. You may be sure that she is free to leave at any time, that she is an adult, and that she wants to be here and to stay for this." He met her gaze levelly, but Kate could see the intensity in his eyes.

In the silence that followed, Kate could hear only the pounding of her pulse in her ears, the thumping in her chest. Slowly, she sat again. Her mind was racing. I ought to call the cops. She just kneeled there and TOOK it. Like she wanted it. Christ! Why am I so fucking turned on by this. I must be as sick as he is... as she is. She sat, pressing her knees and thighs together and let out the breath she had been holding.

He nodded and turned back to the girl. "I did not ask you to speak." His voice had taken a new tone, softer if that were possible, but menacing. "I will decide when and how much discipline you need. Do you understand?"

Her face had been snapped to the side by his blow and she had left it there, as if afraid or unable to move. He placed his hand on top of her head and turned it to the center again, tilting it up. She lifted her eyes to his. "Yes, master. I am sorry. Again." How could anyone speak so softly and still be heard? Kate wondered. Did she see the livid mark of his hand on her cheek in the low light, or was it Kate's imagination?

He unlocked the bottom drawer of the desk, bringing out a ... a RIDING CROP?! Kate's mind screamed. Oh god, NO. He's going to beat her. I have to put a stop to this.

As if reading her mind, he looked up, eyes blazing into her. She felt like a deer caught in the headlights. She could not move. She could barely breathe.

He focused on the girl on her knees once more. "Present yourself for discipline, girl." Another change in his voice caught Kate's attention. Am I imagining this? He almost sounds regretful. The girl turned quickly, facing the window and lowered her head to the floor, simultaneously lifting her buttocks. She reached back with one hand to slide the skirt of her business suit up to the waist. Her pale, naked ass shone in the stillness of the room.

Kate's eyes were only on the crop. He raised it up, then swung his entire arm forcefully down. It made a quiet SWOOSH through the air before landing squarely across the cheeks of the girl's buttocks. The sound it made was abrupt. SMAKK! Kate jumped in her seat. The girl grunted.

"Thank you master. May I have another?"

He's brainwashed her, that's what it is. She wants... Kate's eyes followed the crop. Up, high in the air. Down, hard and fast... SWOOSHSMAKK! Kate jumped again. She wants this.

"Thank you master. May I have another?" This time there was a sob in the voice.

He began to move faster. The blows timed irregularly so that the girl could not anticipate them. She hardly had time to give her ritual reply before the next stroke was delivered. The only sound was the repeated SWOOSHSMAKK! of the crop, the tearful voice of the girl as she asked for another stroke, and the moaning. Kate found herself counting: 10...11...12.... And he stopped suddenly, swiveling his head to fix his eyes on Kate.

CHRIST! I am the one who is moaning! Kate could not remember when she had been as aroused. She was embarrassed to notice that she was moving her pelvis with each stroke of the crop. Her fisted hands were pounding on her thighs. One was raised now, as was his crop. Slowly, embarrassed, she lowered her hand to her lap. The smell of sex filled the room.

The girl was in tears, but held her position, offering her bottom to him. Kate stared at her ass, now reddened with livid welts. A crisscrossing of crop marks. Christ, she won't be able to sit for a week. Or move without feeling every stroke, for that matter.

"mmmmmm?" The whimper from the girl on the floor was so soft.

"Yes, girl? You may speak." He put the crop back in the desk drawer and locked it.

"Master?" The crying was still in her whisper, but it was husky with arousal as well. "Would you let your slave cum ....... pleeeeeease?"

"No." His voice was sharp, now. "As punishment for speaking without permission, you will be denied release of any kind for the remainder of this week." There was a sharp intake of breath from the girl, who held it for a long beat, and slowly exhaled. "Now, turn and greet me as you should."

She scrambled to her knees, pushing the skirt down over her ass. With over-eager fingers she nearly jumped at him, fumbling with the zipper over his bulge. She made little, eager mewling sounds as her hand slid into his trousers and retrieved his member. He was hard, but not so very large, Kate decided. Her eyes were glued to the girl.

She extended her tongue to support the head of the uncircumcised cock. Slowly she slid her hand down the shaft, retracting the extra skin, and fully exposing the helmet. She placed her hands behind her at the waist. Still supporting the cockhead with her tongue she lifted her eyes to his. He nodded down to her.

Slowly, excruciatingly slowly, the girl slid her mouth down the shaft. Kate licked her lips and found she was holding her breath again. It took perhaps 30 seconds for the girl to take the full length of his member into her mouth. Kate could see the muscles of her jaw working as the girl swirled her tongue on the underside of the shaft as it slid slowly into her mouth. She shifted her shoulders and extended her neck as his hardness moved deeper. Kate could see the movement of her neck. OhMiGod! He's in her throat, and she's still moving toward him.

Her nose was buried against his body, inside the opening of the trousers, her hands still behind her, at the waist. GOD! She's *leaning* on him. If he moved, she'd fall on her face. There was a humming sound, coming from the girl's throat. Kate's hands were fisted tight on her own thighs, her nails digging into her palms, and she clenched her thighs together as if to deny to herself the wetness of her own sex.

Nothing moved. Kate could hear the humming interrupted as she swallowed with the cockhead in her throat. Then it resumed.

He moved his hand to her head, taking a fistful of the black hair. Now his voice was husky, breathy. "That's a good girl." As if he was talking to a pet dog. "That's all for now, you will be allowed to finish this evening." Slowly he pulled her back from him, the wet shaft appearing as if by magic from her mouth.

She dried his cock carefully with her hair and tucked it --still hard-- back into the opening of his trousers. She zipped him up and Kate thought it was suddenly last week again... that this all had been a fevered, sex dream. But he broke the pattern, touching her cheek where he had slapped her. "You need to go home now. Rest and get ready for tonight."

The gleam of her smile lit the girl's face. "Yes, master. Thank you, master." And she quietly stood, and walked out the side door, just as she had before.

Kate could not bring herself to move, to speak, or to look at him. She was looking at the closed door. Her panties were soaked, swampy with sexual excitement. It's been SUCH a long time. She took a deep breath, exhaled slowly and stood.

She turned to the door leading back to the office. One step, two. She paused and turned again, walking to the side door the girl had just used and touched the knob. It was still warm from her hand. She looked at the floor, indentations from the girls knees obvious in the deep carpet.

Kate took another deep breath, slipped off her shoes and quietly kneeled. She fixed her eyes on the floor a few feet in front of her.

Her voice was an insistent whisper. "Teach me please..." there was a long pause as she struggled to say it.

"... master."