***** THE DESIRE TO KNOW ***** **** CHAPTER 4 **** Paula found it terribly hard to keep her mind on her work the next day as the anticipation of the night ahead took almost her full attention. What made it worse was that this was a court day. Her opponent was running circles around her in what should have been an open and shut case. She had eventually triumphed, but only after a long recess and a trip to the ladies room to relieve herself somewhat. After court, the senior partner of her firm took her aside and voiced his concern over her lackluster performance. She told him that she had a lot on her mind and that it would not happen again. In the end, He had suggested that she take a couple of weeks vacation that she had built up, and try to work out what was on her mind. Although she tried to protest, her boss would hear none of it. He told her that they could not afford to have someone that wasn't working on all cylinders, and that she deserved some time off in the first place. So Paula went home knowing that she was going to have to do something, and quickly, with what had been dominating her thoughts for the past couple of weeks. She decided that if she went back to work after her vacation, and still couldn't keep her mind on it, she would have to tell Frank that she wouldn't see him anymore. Thrilling as it may be, it just wasn't worth ruining her career over. But the pretty blonde had what she imagined would prove to be a very interesting evening ahead of her. Paula dressed herself with the utmost care on this particular occasion. Making sure everything was just right, from her skirt all the way down to her prettiest panties and stockings. She stood in front of the mirror wearing only her hose and panties, scrutinizing herself. Once satisfied that she looked acceptable to what she was beginning to learn were Frank's exacting standards, she pulled her skirt on over the cinnamon colored stockings and completed her outfit with a somewhat modest bra and blouse. By the time Frank made his appearance at her door at 7:45, Paula was going absolutely out of her mind with anticipation. When she opened the door for him, Frank took her by the elbows and kissed her briefly in such a way that took her breath nearly out of her. Paula knew that dinner was going to be much too long for her. She was right. Time seemed to crawl all during dinner. Although she did her best to follow along with their conversation, it was becoming increasingly hard to do so, especially when Frank looked at her with penetrating glances that made her squirm her bottom against her seat. Frank seemed quite interested in what Paula related to him about her day in court. As a matter of fact, his eyes got a strange gleam in them when he was told that she would be on vacation for the next two weeks. He didn't tell her what was on his mind, but that two weeks would definitely be two weeks that she would not forget. The disappointment on Paula's face was clear when instead of returning to Frank's house as she figured he would, he pulled up in front of her own house. Frank normally waited until she had unlocked and opened her door before kissing her goodnight and leaving. But when Paula opened her door that night, Frank put his hand gently on her shoulder and lightly pushed her inside, where he followed and closed the door behind him. Paula turned and looked at him imploringly, not at all sure what he was doing. Just when she thought she knew what was happening, he would do something unexpected to leave her befuddled once again. Frank glided past her and walked into the living room, headed straight for the bar and made himself a Scotch & Soda, not even asking her if she wanted one. Paula moved to and stood on the side of her sofa, unsure of what she should do, or say at this point. She watched him closely when he moved to a chair and seated himself. There was no doubt about it, he was playing her like a well tuned violin, carefully picking the next note to play. "Sit Down, Paula" He said, gesturing to the sofa she was standing against, using her hand to keep her balance. She sat, in a whirlwind of doubt, and a surreal vertigo. "I told you that we'd discuss your little stunt of last night." He started, pausing to gauge her reaction, her eyes were glued to him, absorbing every word. "Of course you remember that, don't you?" The woman nodded wordlessly in answer to his question. "Answer me!" he snapped, causing her to blink rapidly several times as if snapped out of a daydream. "Yes, I remember" She said in a small voice, averting her eyes. "Alright, have you been thinking about it?" He wanted to know, it was a silly question to ask. "Yes, I have" again in a small voice. "Paula, look at me when you're speaking" He said sternly, causing her to look up quickly. "Yes, I've thought about it" She answered again, this time to his specifications. One thing was obvious, sitting still was something the pretty attorney couldn't do even if he told her to do so. She held her legs closed and squeezed her thighs together, causing pangs of deliciously forbidden pleasure to churn from within. "That's fine, Paula. Now tell me whether or not you believe that you should be punished for what you did last night." This wasn't something she thought about at all. No, she thought about actually HAVING it happen, not whether she deserved it or not. "Uhh.. If I was wrong.." She tried to choose her words as to not give the wrong impression. "Alright then, do you think you were wrong?" He pressed on. Of course she didn't think she was wrong, it was an impossible thing to stop herself from climax once it had already started. But somehow, she sensed that this wasn't what he wanted to hear. "Yes, I was wrong." She answered after a brief pause. "Well, then it's clear that if you were wrong, then you should be punished." He stated. "Is that correct, Paula?" He was making her crazy. "y Yes, that's right." She said slowly, losing what little composure she had somehow maintained until then. Frank sat back and coolly sipped his drink. "Good, I wouldn't want to punish you unless you agreed it was the right thing to do." Paula's mind raced, trying to figure out what he was up to. "Just do it, for god's sake!!" she screamed at him in her mind. She didn't know the appropriate thing to say at this moment so she said nothing at all. What followed was a very thick silence between them. Frank continued to nurse his drink while she sat in tortured silence. Finally, when he had drained his glass, he spoke to her. "Stand up, Paula!" He barked, getting up himself and bringing his glass to the bar. He laid it down and turned in time to see her gracefully rise from the sofa. He didn't see her trembling, but she was shaking all over at that moment. He walked toward her and stopped just short, behind the piece of furniture Paula used to keep herself steady. Frank studied her in a way that goes way beyond some man undressing a woman with his eyes. The way he looked at her caused goosebumps to rise on her skin. Finally, he motioned for her to join him behind the sofa. Heart fluttering a mile a minute, She gingerly took the 3 steps to where he was standing. She stopped in front of him and instinctively averted her eyes from his gaze. Taking her by the arm, Frank guided her to stand up against the back of the sofa, facing away. Drawing in a deep breath, Paula waited somewhat impatiently to feel him raise her skirt. He did nothing of the sort of this occasion. After several seconds of silence from behind her, Paula turned her head and asked him with a silent plea to do it, she was not having much success in having to wait like this. "Lift your skirt and hold it up, Paula" He said in response to her unspoken request. She did as she was told, bringing her skirt up and bunching it around her waist, where she held it with tightly clenched fists. Even the cool air of her living room felt extremely hot to the blonde attorney at that moment. Frank put his hands on either side of her hips and slid her panties down her legs. The slight scratchy sound of the cotton panties rubbing against her stockings was the only sound in the room save for each of their breathing, which was getting kind of ragged. Now with Paula's ass in view providing a delectable sight for him to feast his eyes on, Frank set about to the task of spanking those shapely buns of her's The first time was slow, and steady. Frank put an arm around the front of her waist and begin to sting her bottom with several rapid fire slaps. Early on, Paula just drew in a sharp breath when she felt the first slap. But when the next one came just as the stinging began to register in her brain, she cried out involuntarily at the shock. Her ass darkened in hue in an astoundingly quick time. Once, after a particularily sharp stroke, Paula lost her balance and began to fall forward, causing her to release her iron grip on her skirt to brace herself against the sofa. The swampy feeling in her cunt was there, but at that moment, the burning in her ass far overpowered it. It then dawned on her that this was a REAL punishment, that Frank was not joking when he said he was going to punish her. And he wasn't finished. He told her in a calm, steely voice to lift her skirt back up the way she had it. As her now visibly trembling hands went down to do his bidding, she turned her head toward him and gazed through glassy eyes at him. There was nothing in his face that could be seen as forgiveness. When her bare bottom was presented to him again, Frank resumed the spanking. Paula no longer cried out at his vigourous smacks, but grunted beteeen her childlike sobs. Tears pours down her cheeks, but Paula never attempted to shield her ass from the blows. Something in her mind told her that would not be the smartest thing for her to do at that time. When Frank had Paula's sexy bottom a uniform, very bright pink. He stopped spanking her and bade her to turn around and face him. She started to let her skirt drop, but the look on his face told her that she'd better not. Now he put his arms around her back and held her close to him, the closeness made the 28 year old woman feel like a 6 year old. She let her sobs ring out loud and clear as she buried her head in his shoulder. He held and soothed her for a few minutes, until sobs subsided to choked back ones and sniffles. He stepped back a little and tilted her chin up toward him. Her eyes were swollen and red from the crying as could be expected. "Paula, you're going to have to learn that when you disobey me, you're going to be punished." She stared at him mutely, now harboring thoughts of telling him to get out of her house, and her life. "Now, I want you to go over to the corner, and press your nose into it. You have much to think about." Frank said, gesturing toward a corner over his right shoulder. The intense burning was beginning to lessen a little. Enough to stop her from lashing out at him. Yes, she had plenty to think about. When she stepped away from her, she obediently made her way to the appointed corner and stood with her nose pressed into it, her hands still holding the skirt over her scorched bottom. "I'll be expecting you to think about how you're going to be obeying my orders in the future. I'll want to hear it in detail, so be prepared" He said in warning. Frank had prepared himself another drink and once again took his place on the chair he occupied when first coming in. From where he sat, he had the perfect view of Paula, standing in the corner like a naughty child. Watching her shifting her weight from foot to foot wasn't exactly what he wanted to be doing at that moment, but he knew there'd be plenty of time to enjoy other activities. There she was, a full grown adult standing in a corner of her living room, ass bared and on fire, while the one who caused it sat in a cozy chair watching her. She at once felt silly, chastised, humiliated, and sexually excited. No doubt about it, this spanking had been twice as bad as the one she had gotten earlier that week. The crying had stopped, but Paula still let out a stifled sob every now and again. Paula began to think about what it would be like to have to answer to Frank about every little detail, no matter how miniscule, in her life. Her first impulse was to dismiss the idea as being a silly one, but her next thought was of how bored she had become with men who were too willing to let her have everything she wanted. The fact that Frank was the first man in her life who acted the agressor somehow caused her to be drawn to him. It was only now that Paula began to realise just that. Not that it made these strange feelings seem any more natural, but at least now she was beginning to get a handle on the situation. Steadily, the heat in Paula's bottom spread out over the rest of her body. By the time she'd been standing in that corner for 20 minutes, her nipples ached to be set free of their bonds. A little farther below, the heat onher ass snaked around and played havoc on her pussy and clit, setting them ablaze with that hot, itchy feeling that screamed to be scratched. Frank let her stand in silence for about 45 minutes before getting up and walking toward her. Paula held her breath when she heard his footsteps, wondering what he would do next. She only hoped it had something to do with her hungry cunt. He stood right behind her and let his fingertips lightly move over her ass. The first touch made Paula jump a little, but very quickly relax as she let herself go to his wandering fingers. With his breath on her neck, and his hands lovingly massaging her tender bottom, he asked her in her ear if she had been thinking about what he sent her there to ponder. She nodded yes, and was promptly rewarded with a reproaching squeeze of her still somewhat sore asscheeks. "Yes" she said under her breath. Now his hands roamed down, caressing each of her thighs while asking her if she was going to make it a point to obey his every command. "Yes" again came softly from her lips. "Good. And you know you'll be punished when you do not, right Paula?" His hands were doing wonderful things to her. "Yes" a third time in answer to his third question. "Then I believe we'll do just fine" Frank whispered, then put his hands over hers, taking them away from her skirt, letting it fall over her alluring legs and ass. Putting his hands on her shoulders, he turned her around to face him, and began undoing the buttons on her blouse while she looked up at him with that smoldering hunger in her eyes. Paula reached out to do the same for him, but Frank stopped her with a look that told her it would probably be in her best interests not to perform that particular task. He slipped her blouse off of her and then reached around to unhook, and remove her bra as well. The blonde's nipples stood at rigid attention when they were set free. Frank brought his hands up to them and started rolling each nipple between his thumbs and forefingers. Paula moaned in appreciation and leaned back a little, pressing her back and bottom against the corner she was still in. Gradually, his fingers on Paula's nipples tightened, until eventually the pretty attorney moaned in a mixture of pleasure and pain. He squeezed, She let out a small cry. He let up until Paula caught her breath, then squeezed again. With each new clamping down on her tender nipples, Paula found that the pain definitely became the same type of pleasurable pain afforded to her asscheeks a little while earlier. When his fingers released her aching, tingling nipples and began to inch downward, Paula groaned out her displeasure that he'd stopped manipulating her breasts in the fashioned he had. Groping for, and finding the zipper of her skirt, Frank undid it and let it fall down her legs. Paula stood before him, still clad in her shoes, stockings, and panties that had been rolled down to her thighs, still in the place he had put them. Now Frank stepped up to her, putting his hands on her warm bottom and pulling her close. Bringing his mouth to her's, He used his tongue to gently urge her lips to part, allowing him to explore the inside of her mouth with a sensual swirling motion. It was a kiss that literally took the blonde woman's breath right out of her. She drew in several breaths when he moved his mouth to her ear and began to whisper. "Oh baby, i'm so glad i've found you." It was the first time he had said anything like that to her. It was clear to her that he was feeling the same way as he felt, as she could plainly feel the bulge in his trousers while he held and whispered to her. "I'm going to teach you everything." He said. "You will learn to be mine.. Mind, body, and soul" His tongue grazed her earlobe and caused her to shiver. Then his hands were on her shoulders, firmly, but gently pressing down. Paula didn't need to be told that he wanted her on her knees, where she dropped to at his silent prompting.