Page 1 of Punished by the Cowboy
Prologue
Liz’s heart did a little flip when she scanned her inbox and saw a new email from Jacob. Heat gathered between her thighs, pulsing hot, even though she hadn’t read this particular correspondence yet.
Maybe it was crazy to get so excited by the words of a man she hadn’t actually met in person, but every time she interacted with him, whether through email or an instant message, she almost always had to reach for her vibrator to quell the incessant aching he’d caused. She anticipated this email would no doubt have the same effect.
She squirmed in her seat, took a deep breath, then opened the email.
Elizabeth,
I hope this message finds you well, though I believe a proper scolding is in order.
The last time we spoke, you mentioned that you have been reading an erotic novel during your downtime at work. What are you thinking, doing such a thing? You ought to be ashamed of yourself, young lady, for indulging in such naughtiness in public. What if another employee or a customer had caught you? Or what if your boss found you enjoying such raunchy reading material?
I bet your panties become very wet on these particular days at work. Did you feel the moisture gathering in your pussy, and your little clit aching to be touched?
If I was your boss, Elizabeth, and I found out what you were reading, I would give you a thorough scolding followed by a sound spanking on your bare bottom. Then I would make you stand in a corner, with your red punished ass on display, while you contemplated your misdeeds. I bet you’d feel quite embarrassed to find yourself in such a state, you naughty, naughty little girl.
If I was your boss, I would also make you submit to daily panty inspections, to make sure you hadn’t been reading anything inappropriate or having improper thoughts. On the days that I discovered your panties wet, you can rest assured that I would take you over my knee for a very long, hard spanking.
Imagine sitting in your chair at work, on the days you were misbehaving, knowing that as soon as it was time for your daily panty inspection, you’d be in big, big trouble. Imagine returning to your chair after your punishment, and having to sit on a freshly spanked bottom for the remainder of the workday. I bet you wouldn’t be sitting too comfortably.
I suggest you behave yourself for the rest of this week, little girl.
I mean it. BE GOOD.
Yours,
Jacob
P.S. Elizabeth, you are all I can think about. I would like to meet you soon, in person, if you feel comfortable doing so. I know we’ve talked about doing a video chat before we actually met in person, but I very much would like the first time I stare into your eyes to be when I’m standing in front of you, able to reach out and touch you. Please let me know your thoughts on this.
P.P.S. Tonight, before you touch yourself, you will set a timer and spend ten minutes standing in a corner, thinking about what a naughty girl you’ve been. Then, before you dare break out your favorite vibrator, you will insert one of the butt plugs you recently purchased into your tight bottom hole. Be sure to use plenty of lube, and consider any discomfort part of your penance for all the mischief you’ve gotten up to recently. You will make yourself come at least twice while the butt plug is inserted fully in your most secret hole, while imagining that I am there with you in your bedroom, giving you the firm chastisement you deserve. I will expect a full, detailed report of your evening in the morning.
Holy freaking hell.
Liz closed her laptop and exhaled a sharp breath. She squirmed in her seat again and pressed her thighs close together, reveling in the deep, throbbing ache Jacob’s words had inflicted on her. But her pulse was skittering from more than her arousal.
Jacob wanted to meet her soon.
Anticipation buoyed her spirits, and she smiled to herself and tried to envision their very first meeting. Would he invite her to his house? Or would they do something more casual, like grab coffee?
Even more important, would the chemistry between them sizzle, as hot in person as in the emails they exchanged?
She tried to brush away all the doubts and worries that always clouded her mind whenever she embarked on a new relationship. It had been ages since she’d gone on a date. She’d let fear get the better of her after a string of disappointing relationships, and for a while she’d thought she would never find her perfect match. But what if Jacob was The One?
Despite her insecurities, she knew she had to meet him. The sooner, the better. If she put it off, she might lose her nerve completely.
Before she went upstairs to get ready for bed, she grabbed a timer from the kitchen. As she climbed the steps, her mind remained on Jacob. Would he be as calm and confident and dominant as he came across in his emails? She really hoped so. It was one thing to read his commands, but she imagined hearing them aloud, perhaps spoken in a sexy deep voice, would be better than even her wildest masturbatory fantasies.
Once she donned her favorite pajamas—a pair of shorts with kittens on them and a matching t-shirt, she then stared at the empty corner in her bedroom. Her heart raced as she pictured Jacob standing behind her and directing her to take up position.
“Get your bottom into the corner now, and pull down your panties and shorts. I want to look at the naughty behind I’m about to redden.”
She set the timer for ten minutes, as he’d instructed in his email. After she reached the corner, she lowered her shorts and panties, letting them fall to her ankles. The act of baring her bottom left her feeling exposed and deliciously naughty.
“You ought to be ashamed of yourself for your behavior at work this week, young lady. I’m going to spank you long and hard. By the time I’m finished with you, you will be one very sorry little girl.”
She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. Her breasts felt heavy and her nipples hardened into tiny stiff peaks that tented the front of her t-shirt, and the whole while, the heat gathering between her thighs pulsed harder and hotter. It was all she could do to remain still. Her fingers twitched with the urge to touch her pussy and stroke through the immense wetness she could feel growing in her nether region.
