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Chapter Thirteen

The next morning Hannah woke up and got ready for work. Nathan had instructed her to arrive at midday at the penthouse.

She was actually looking forward to going in today rather than dreading it.

The fear of losing her job due to her inane clumsiness and inability to think straight whenever her boss was around had now diminished or vanished altogether.

Her body was just a little bit sore from yesterday.

She had never cum so many times in all her life as she had last night at his hands.

The minor tenderness was like a delicious little secret only she knew about, and it made her think of him as she got up and showered to head to his house.

Prior to her encounter last night she would had relished the opportunity to be employed by him at her same wages without having to be around him and risk getting fired on a daily basis.

But after last night, she wanted to be around him even more.

Hannah got into her car and to the penthouse.

When she arrived, the building security guard handed her an envelope with the keys and a note with the security code.

She thanked him and rode the elevator up to the penthouse forty-second floor and punched in the numbers written on the paper in his neat handwriting.

The lock on the door disengaged and she went inside to find a home slightly smaller than the mansion and decorated in a similar fashion with paintings on the walls, expensive furniture that seemed to have no character but made the living room feel like the waiting room of a dentist's office.

Hannah laughed as she thought 'this room could use a hammock.'

Trying to imagine Nathan Maxwell in a hammock was probably one of the more amusing things that had ever crossed her mind.

Going down the hallway off of the living room she opened one of the doors and stopped in her tracks.

"Wow," she mouthed as she took a step inside. "This is incredible."

The master bedroom was full of burning candles, and the smell of vanilla and fruit filled the room.

The bed had black silk sheets and there were cuffs already on the bedposts.

Nathan was sitting in a leather armchair near the window waiting for her with a thick braided leather flogger in one hand and a snifter of brandy in the other.

"I've been waiting for you, Hannah," he said, sipping his brandy and setting it on the windowsill.

Nathan ran the tail of the flogger through his fingers.

"Come in please."

Chapter Fourteen

Nathan waited for Hannah to close the door before getting up from his seat.

Hannah felt her body heat instantly at the sight of him.

"I'm sorry to keep you waiting," she turned to him, "sir." Coming over to him she looked up into his dark eyes. "I didn't know you were waiting for me."

"I want you to get down on your knees."

Nathan watched as she obeyed him without question, lowered herself to her knees and looked up to him.

"I like that you obey me as if it's your first instinct," he told her as he tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear.

She smiled.

Having him express pride in her made her glow.

Nathan watched it take over her and felt a little hint of regret burrowing into him as he knew that what he was about to say and do was going to dim that glow of hers.

"I want to see if you can handle punishment today, but I want you to know you will also reap the reward for your obedience in accepting the punishments."

Nathan wanted to know that she could handle the bad along with the good.

The thought was that if he punished her, he would realize that she was capable of having fault.

Her perfection was but an illusion that was blinding him to the reality of her like a mirage in the desert that would kill you.

"Okay," she said hesitantly.

Hannah had always had a high tolerance for pain.

She wasn't worried about the pain he was going to inflict on her.

She was, however, a little bit worried about why he wanted to cause her the pain in the first place.

"Do you have any questions?" he sensed that something was not settled in her mind entirely.

"I do, sir," Hannah told him.

"Alright. We can address those before we begin."

Nathan resumed his seat in the armchair with Hannah sitting on the floor at his feet.

"Why am I being punished? Have I done something that I shouldn't have?" she asked.

"You haven't done anything wrong. I want to test what you deem as a punishment. I want to find where your levels of pain lay and gauge what I think is safe for play versus what would be used as punishment only," Nathan explained and picked up his glass again, taking a sip.

"So you want to punish me for no reason?" Hannah said, pouting at the thought.

"It serves a reason… and as I said it is not only punishment that you will be receiving today," he tipped his glass as if he was toasting to her.

"What if I don't want to be punished?" she asked, though the idea of him using that braided flogger on her didn't exactly make her want to run away and hide.

"No one wants to be punished, Hannah. Although, I take that back, that's not entirely true of everyone. Some people enjoy the pain of a punishing strike. But punishment is about balance and maintaining control. Disobedience must be met with a consequence in order to be halted. It's basic behavioral therapy."

Hannah thought about what he was telling her.

She wasn't sure about the idea of punishments but the concept made sense to her.

"Is everything clear now?”

“Um…”

“Do you have any more questions?" Nathan asked her.

"No, I think that's everything. I just wanted to understand."

Hannah tried to mentally prepare herself for what was about to take place and find a place inside of her, a soothing memory to latch onto, to venture to when things began.

"Good girl. Then we'll begin now. I want you to stand up and take your clothes off."

Nathan watched as she got up and began unfastening the buttons on her white dress shirt.

She slowly revealed the sweet skin beneath the cotton barrier, and he enjoyed watching inch-by-inch her body be delivered to him.

He made a sound of approval in his throat as she slipped out of her pants and stood in her paisley pink bra and panty set.

"All of it," he urged her to continue.

She unhooked her bra and let it fall away from her breasts.

Her nipples hardening in the heavily air conditioned room.

Her fingers looped around her panties and lowered them down, letting them drop to the floor, leaving her entirely bare before him as he sat in his suit sipping brandy with the flogger still in his hand.

Nathan loved seeing her naked.

If he had the opportunity, he would keep her that way as often as possible in his house.

She would be available for him.

On display for him.

For use by him whenever he desired her without barriers and without hassle.

"Come here," he curled his finger to her and pointed next to the arm of the chair.

Hannah obeyed and stood next to the chair.

Nathan ran the flogger up between her thighs.

The smoothness of the leather caressing her legs until he stopped at her wetness.

"Such a good girl."

His fingers spread her lips and ran over her slick pussy.

Hannah watched as his cock began to harden in his pants.

She could see it pressing more and more firmly against the fabric the harder he became.

She wanted him on an intensely desperate level already.

"Turn around," he told her.

She listened and faced the doorway where she had come in.

Hannah knew what was coming and tried to think of anything else that would take her mind away from the bite of the leather and the stinging pressure that was sure to accompany each throw of the flogger.

Hannah listened to him stand from the chair and set his glass down again.

He took a few steps around to the side of her so that he was at an angle when he was facing her.

"Remember that this is for your own good," Nathan said in a low voice.

Hannah thought about the changes in his tone.

His voice always seemed a little deeper when he was aroused.

Slap.

The first lick of the flogger hit her back on her right shoulder blade and she sucked in a hard breath.

Even though she had expected it, she hadn't quite be prepared for the kiss of the straps.

Her focus went back to him.

The way his voice changed when he was aroused.

The way his cock hardened when he saw her naked and ready for him.

The way he waited for her with all of these beautiful candles lit like a romance and flogged her like a criminal.

Slap.

The second lick landed across the curve of her ass.

She felt the goose bumps as they erupted over the area, and she had a feeling it was going to welt over before he was done with her.

Surprisingly it didn't hurt as much as she had anticipated.

Taking a deep breath, she tried to keep her mind clear and focused on that rather than the third, fourth and fifth landing of the straps.

The smell of leather was carried on the wind, and the sound of the flogger reaching out for her soft skin broke the silence.

"You handle this very well," he complimented her.

He had known plenty of submissives who broke long before this point, and she was still standing strong with her spine straight and her eyes focused on the flame of the nearest candle on the dresser.

He wondered what she was thinking about while she was being flogged and decided he would consider asking her about it later this evening once they were done.

"Thank you, sir," Hannah responded as the presence of his voice pulled her from her zone, and her focus wavered from the candle to his words.

Hannah was thankful that he seemed to be done punishing her as the blows came further and further between, and then eventually stopped altogether.

She heard him set the flogger down on the little wooden bedside table and come back over to her.

She was glad it was over and done with for the time being, even if it hadn't been as bad as she had imagined.

Oddly enough she had actually enjoyed certain aspects of him flogging her.

She liked the way the leather smelled and the way it sped through the air before connecting with her body.

She liked the sting of the leather straps against her skin but mostly she enjoyed the heat that pulsed from each of the welts that he was creating on her backside as they rang with sensation and sensitivity.

Hannah couldn't help herself but jump a little when Nathan ran his fingers over the angry red marks where the flogger had hit her and given her goose bumps, where the heat was radiating out of her under his touch, and he lightly touched it with his tender hands.

He was careful not to put too much strength into it.

Breaking the skin would have been too much for her.

Perhaps it would have been too much for him as well.

Striking her did not make him feel good.

He had no sadistic bones in his body.

Punishment was used just for that - punishment.

Sometimes he liked to add a little bit of roughness into the play just because the added danger and power amped up the energy in the room.

Hannah felt his fingers on her back, her ass, her hips and then the sensation changed.

First it was his fingers and then it was his soft, slightly wetted lips that kissed over the red spots with a tenderness that caught her off guard.

From the flogger to his mouth, he gave her everything he had in him.

'Now if only he would do that with his heart,' Hannah thought as his tongue snuck out and ran over one of the red areas on her lower back.

"Now, as promised, I want to reward you for handling that so well and with such grace and submission. Your obedience is truly an amazement and to be commended."

Hannah was nervous about what was next.

Is it going to be more dangerous…