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| The things we do to make life work |
Asking Him Hall sat there in the waning light of evening. The silence of his empty studio was deafening. Gato Barbieri's mournful saxophone faded away signaling the final notes of the album. Hall settled back in the worn leather chair. He looked hard at Laura as he dwelled on her words. "Punish you?" His expression was perhaps more dramatic than his true reactions dictated. His muscled forearms rose toward upward as he clasped his hands. "Laura, I have to get my workout in. Our time is up for today." "Hall, I.. you know, I want to listen to you. I want to follow your ord-, ehhr, instructions." Laura shifted nervously on the chair as Hall's dark eyes held her transfixed. Her body was framed in the faint glow from the empty studio. "You are helping me Hall, more than you know." She sighed deeply. She jerked her head with a hard, but faint twist as she struggled to regain her composure. "It's just that I work better when I am pushed." "Laura, you simply follow the plan we have discussed." Hall spoke firmly, "You will get the results you want." "I need more!" Laura snapped with insistence. "I want you to help me with this Hall." She leaned forward, staring at the trainer's face. "I disobeyed, punish me now, please!" Hall sat quietly listening to his client's demands. "What is it that you want Congresswoman Hobbs? How can we help you get over this." The tension rising between them was immense. Laura wanted to ask. She wanted to feel it. She needed it, and she wanted it from him. "Laura, I really must go now." Hall's voice was impatient. "If you have nothing else to ask, then I will be headed home for the night." "Wait, please!" She said. "Yes, go ahead." Hall watched her squirm in her chair. The cropped top shifted as she moved to cross one leg under her body. "Hall, I have disobeyed you. I have been a bad girl, I need to be taught a lesson now. Please!" "Laura, what do you want from me?" Hall stared back at a powerful woman who had somehow become a little girl. "Please, Hall, I've always needed it to do my best. When I am bad, it takes a spanking to get me back on track. I need it now to make this work, please Hall, punish me, I want it, please?" Her voice trailed off as she stared at him with needy eyes. Hall had been Laura's personal trainer for six weeks. He sat their silently mulling over her request. He wondered if he should make a major change in his relationship with this Peach State politician, or if he should head for home. | ||||||||||||||||
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A New Year Hall took to his role very well. Laura continued her training, and the discipline she craved was her reward. A serious infraction drew complete neglect, but the little things brought the corporal attention that she relished. "You have lost another pound Laura, very good." Hall's voice offered the approval that she expected. Did you stick to the diet we discussed over the holidays?" It was odd to hear a fiery orator sounding like a contrite little girl. "Hall, cheese cake, there was a reception for me in the district office. I'm sorry....". He cut her off abruptly. "There can be no excuses for breaking the program, Laura, you break your word to me and to yourself." Laura glanced downward at her sweaty workout togs. She anticipated what was coming next. "Is there more for you to tell me, girl?" This was the tone she'd grown to want more than anything. Her lungs could barely hold a breath inside as excitement gripped her soul. "God, how she missed it." She thought, as she stood there motionless. "Well, Laura? Will you answer? Do not keep me waiting, I have things to do." Hall's voice grew stronger and more intense as the sound echoed off the bare walls of his empty studio. "No Hall, there was nothing else." Her penitent tone could barely hide her rising arousal. She would not look at him at this point. She did not want to. She waited for a sign that he would take the master's role. "You have done very well to have only eaten cheesecake once. I am proud of you." He looked at her and smiled. "There will be no punishment today Laura, come here and let me kiss you." These were not the words Laura wanted to hear. She had missed his disapproving hand. Her body ached to feel the hard sting across her naked skin. "No Hall, I have disobeyed you. I have broken a rule. I must be punished. I need a strong, decisive master, Hall. Do not show weakness." "WEAK?" Hall's voice was louder and indignant. "Was it weakness that sent you home to your husband and your voters 23 pounds lighter?" He rose to his feet looking at her with contempt. "Has it been weakness that has slowly pulled from you this woman's body?. The one you miserably buried under mountains of bulbous flesh? I will not be baited on behalf of your submissive needs." Laura caught his angry gaze in the full length mirrors by the ballet bar. | are kept secreted away inside | ||||||||||||||||
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It Begins "Strip off your clothes if that is what you need. I will punish you, but do not expect me to go lightly." This would be the first discipline session of the new year for the honorable congresswoman from Georgia. She quickly pulled herself free from the tee-shirt. The crop top and biker shorts beneath took a bit more time. Laura stood naked in the empty salon. Her labored breathing gave away the intense anticipation she felt at the thought of Hall's hand slapping her bottom. "Georgia girl, go and grasp the bar, and hold it tight." She looked at him as he rose up from his desk to approach her. A bluish light from the lamps along the Potomac River filtered into the studio. She obediently walked to the ballet bar and clutched it in her hands. Hall stood behind her calmly in silence. She had always lain naked across his lap before. In the weeks before the holiday, the warm stinging pain sparked from his bare hand had taken her to the edge of orgasm. She found herself aroused as she drove back across the Potomac wanting more. Now he stood behind her and she gripped the bar. "Close your eyes you retched disobedient ass. Close them tightly and take your punishment." A stinging pain shot through her body. She felt a rush of air and then another. The blows fell swiftly one by one. Sharp, burning sensations brought whimpers first and then deep moans to her lips. The stinging lash raised welts upon her naked thighs. She found her pelvis thrusting back to accept yet another blow. Laura bit down on her bottom lip as tears welled in her eyes. A wild climax convulsed down through her body as she felt herself slide into the intense submission that made her whole. "What do you want, Laura?" Hall's voice was soft yet loud enough to hear. Laura stammered through a whimpering, sobbing response. ?I, I..., ohh Hall, I want you." Her sobs and gasps betrayed her total loss of control. She was completely gripped by the pleasurable pain she missed so much. Hall had never let her touch his body. The dominant role he'd taken at her insistence had been interrupted by the holidays. She collapsed on her knees, still naked and gripping the bar in the darkened studio. He stood over her, his erection clearly visible through the outline of his compression shorts. "I saved this as a final holiday gift for you Laura. It is a riding crop to make you remember my rules and your punishments better." He stood there with his arms folded over his muscled chest. Laura's expression meant that she would be his if he would only ask. Hall reached out his hand to her. She was still gasping and sobbing as she placed her trembling fingers in his palm. He took her hand and placed it on his bulging crotch. She could clearly feel him through the moist spandex of his shorts. "You get closer to your goal, Laura and there is no telling what you might have." Hall smiled at her and pulled her to her feet. "I'l see you tomorrow, Laura." | ||||||||||||||||
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