	"I'm tired of you distracting me," Lynn said as Cole entered her office the next week.  She was 
only wearing a bra and panties.
	Cole raised his eyebrows.  "I wasn't aware I took up that much of your time."
	"I meant from the work we're trying to do in here. From the work I want to do with you, that 
is."
	"I'm being as complicit as I know how," Cole said, sinking into the sofa.
	Lynn rubbed her eyebrow with the tips of her fingers, slightly consternated.  "Your clothes," 
she barked.  "Take them off.  Now!"   Cole rose and began to strip.  Lynn seated herself.  "You were 
spanked as a child?" she asked.
	"Only once that I remember."
	"Lie across my lap, Cole.  We're going to motivate you."  Cole fought back a smile and stretched 
himself across the plush armrests of Lynn's chair, over her lap.  She began patting her hand on his ass-
cheek, slapping gently, then harder until she was smacking it, but not very close to full-force.  Cole 
wiggled around some, growing hard.  When Lynn felt his erection pressing into her leg, she stopped 
and began raking her fingernails across the skin of his butt in a cross-hatched pattern, firmly enough to 
leave red tracks across his skin.  Cole lay still, anxious.  When the smacks came again, harder than 
before, the tracks left by the fingernails tingled differently, a complex sensation of painful pleasure.  
Again the fingernails and harder smacks until Lynn was smacking her hand down with all her might and 
Cole was wincing and soft again from the pain, but leaking onto Lynn's legs.  He ground his crotch 
downward, relishing the sensation of her smooth skin on his dick and the pain of her hand.  "Stand up," Lynn 
said finally.  Cole stood in front of her, only a few feet away.  "No!" Lynn snapped.  Sit on the sofa.  
Cole obeyed.  "Why did you enjoy that?" Lynn asked.
	"Because you excite me."
	"Mistress," Lynn hissed.
	"Because you excite me, Mistress Lynn," Cole answered softly, enjoying the erotic sense of 
fear that played at his brain.
	"I am going to help you, whether you want to benefit from our association or not.  But because 
of our. . . transgressions, it's important, it's vital that you respect me."
	"I do.  I'm afraid of displeasing you."
	Lynn squirmed from side to side in her chair.  "Sit on the floor," she told him.  "Don't touch 
yourself."  Cole did as he was told.  Lynn unfastened her skirt.  She wasn't wearing anything 
underneath.  Unbuttoning her blouse, she spread it back on her shoulders.  She reached down and slid 
two fingers into herself, sighing.  "Tell me why you enjoyed being spanked," she said, beginning to jerk 
herself off.
	"I felt helpless, safe but helpless.  There's something about you being in control, the hard 
coldness, the way I trust you implicitly."  
       Lynn pulled her hand out of herself and extended it.  "Taste," she said.  Cole leaned forward 
on all fours and crawled across the rug to her.  Without using his hands, he took her fingers gingerly 
into his mouth and begin to suck on them.  "Good boy," Lynn said.  Cole withdrew and retreated to the 
sofa, where he sat, back pressed up against it.  Knowing what we expected of him, he began to speak.
	"There's something about my attraction to you.  You have to understand, with women my age, 
I see one of two things.  I'm drawn to one of two things.  With some, it's a sense of erotic playfulness.  
A vanity trip, a challenge.  With others, and this is rare, I feel a pull, a sense that it would be very easy 
to fall into a relationship with them.  But it's only with older women that I ever experience what I 
guess you would call lust at first sight."  Lynn moaned, increasing the pressure on her clit.  "That 
animalistic desire to rip someone's clothes off.  It only happens with older women.  When you were 
spanking me, I almost came."  A slight whine escaped Lynn's lips.  "If you had talked to me, if you had 
said the right things, I would have."  She tossed her head back, bringing a hand to her breast.   "You're 
very pretty, but that's not it.  That doesn't explain the attraction.  It's the desire to submit, to 
surrender control, to trust you, the need for you to guide me.  I need you, Mistress Lynn."  Lynn was 
grinding her hips against her hand, only half hearing Cole's words.  "I want you to possess me.  I want 
you to guide me, to take me in, to your life, to be inside that world where I'm controlled and want to 
please you, to fear you."
	"Cole, Cole, Cole," Lynn gasped, letting her body, her lust take over.
	"I want you to be everything to me.  I to worship your desires, your desires for you and your 
desires for me.  It's selfish, I know.  I want, I want.  But it's you who decided, your mouth, when it 
opens.  The sound of your words and your firm will.  That's what turns me on.  You turn me on.  
There's nothing so exciting to me as losing a contest of wills."  These last words washed over Lynn as 
she swayed back and forth, cumming.
	She slumped back in her chair, satisfied, drunk with endorphins.  She smiled broadly at Cole.  
"Get dressed and leave," she said.
	Cole's face froze for a long moment.  He stared at Lynn.  Finally, he dropped his eyes.  "Yes," 
he said.
	"Yes what?"
	"Yes, mistress Lynn," he said and rose to pull on his pants.
	Lynn watched the young man dress, one arm wrapped around her stomach, and the other 
clutching her breast, gently squeezing her nipple.  Cole was in the hallway when she called, "Be 
grateful I let you dress."  Cole merely held a hand up in acknowledgement and disappeared.
