Punishing His Accountant 2: Hard at Work Read online

  Ella laughed. “A week ago I was just a boring accountant in flat shoes.”

  “A boring accountant with a wild side,” Josh contradicted. He pulled a gift-wrapped package from a suitcase and handed it to her.

  The first box contained a designer bikini in a flowery tropical batik print that left very little to the imagination. The bottom wasn’t quite a thong, but the leg openings were deeply scooped in both the front and back. The top was a string bra with sliding cups and a tie in the back.

  Ella had never owned such a revealing swimsuit, even though she was vaguely aware she had the body for it. She couldn’t wait to try it on.

  A second box contained a matching wrap skirt and midriff blouse in a see-through version of the same tropical print. The ensemble wasn’t exactly modest, but Ella immediately knew she would feel perfectly comfortable wearing it in public, especially in a tropical tourist setting like Antigua.

  As she was in her room changing her clothes, Ella heard Josh on the phone to room service. A little while later they were seated at a round table on the patio of the villa in the cool shade of the canopy, as a waiter delivered a lunch of seafood, fresh fruit, and champagne.

  The waiter popped the champagne cork under a napkin and poured a small amount for Josh to try. He tasted it and nodded to the waiter, who poured a glass for each of them and exited as suddenly and quietly as he had arrived.

  Josh lifted his glass. “Here’s to the power of a binding contract.”

  Ella clicked glasses with him. Again she saw the predatory glint in his eyes and thought of what he had said to her the night she agreed to their contract: Sometimes I might bind you to the bed and give you pleasure until you can’t stand it anymore and beg for mercy.

  She wondered what it would feel like to be tied up and absolutely under Josh’s power. She had never even thought about it until he said those words. After that she had tried many times to imagine it, but she couldn’t.

  After they ate, they each had a second glass of champagne and talked about Chicago. Both of them were natives of the city and shared their amusement at its recent popularity with tourists.

  “We ought to go for a swim,” Josh said. “We could swim here, of course. Or we could go to the nude beach. It’s only a ten-minute walk from here. Have you ever been to a nude beach, Ella?”

  “Um, no…” Ella stammered out. She noticed with annoyance that Josh was thoroughly enjoying her embarrassment.

  “Well, you mustn’t dismiss it until you’ve seen it,” he said, as if the matter was settled. “It’s clothing optional, so there’s no requirement for you to undress. Unless you want to, of course.” He raised an eyebrow suggestively, and Ella blushed deeply, wondering if she could do it. He put on a pair of wraparound sunglasses and motioned to her to put on her own, and picked up a bag containing a blanket and towels.

  The walk along the ocean took less than ten minutes. They rounded a bend and came to a large cove. At first glance it looked like any other beach, with people lounging in folding chairs or on blankets in the sand and sipping beverages from insulated containers. Plastic coolers and brightly colored umbrellas dotted the white sand.

  Ella noted that about half of the beach goers wore ordinary swimwear. Many of the women were wearing bikinis similar to the one Josh had given her that she was now wearing under her sheer skirt and top. Many of the men wore Speedo type swimsuits, which would have looked thoroughly out of place back in the Midwest but here they looked natural and appropriate.

  About half of the women were topless, with full, tanned breasts and elaborate jewelry, as if they did this every day. As far as Ella could tell, none of them had opted to go without bottoms, although many of them wore Brazilian style thongs that left very little covered up. Most of the women were attractive. Some had average bodies, some were overweight. All of them looked completely comfortable.

  Many of the men were completely nude. Ella tried not to stare at them as Josh picked out a generous patch of sand and spread out their beach blanket and towels. It seemed that all around her, all she could see was cock and more cock. She didn’t want Josh to catch her looking. It would surely invite punishment, sooner or later.

  Josh stripped off his madras shirt but left his swim trunks on. Ella turned her eyes to his torso, which she had never seen in daylight before. He had a smooth chest with tawny skin and a noticeable six pack for ab muscles. She didn’t need to see him with his clothes off to know he was well hung. She remembered that well.

  “The ocean is calmer here,” Josh said. “It’s a perfect little swim spot. Take off as little or as much pleases you, and we can go for a dip.”

  Ella slipped out of the skirt and top and stood on the sand wearing the revealing bikini Josh had bought her. She felt a sudden surge of power knowing that some of the men on the beach were checking out her body. She knew she looked good and that she was entitled to men’s attention.

  A hundred yards away, she spotted the Argentinean from the morning meeting, lying next to the tall Latina she had encountered at the coffee bar. The girl’s large breasts were bare. He was wearing sunglasses and nothing else. Even without an erection, his cock was massive. Ella took one glance and quickly turned away before he caught her looking at him.

  “Come on, Ella,” she heard Josh call out. He sounded mildly annoyed.

  She turned and followed Josh into the water. The ocean was warm and the transparent, blue-green water caressed her body like a lover.

  They returned to their spot on the beach, and Ella made sure Josh was blocking the line of sight between the her and the Argentinean as she toweled herself dry. She lay on her stomach and pillowed her head on her towel.

  “You should let me untie your top,” Josh said. “You don’t want a tan line on your back.”

  “Okay,” Ella mumbled. The day had started early, and she was falling asleep. She felt Josh give the strings of her bikini top a single tug and pull them aside, leaving her back bare to the sun.

  The next thing she knew, Josh was nudging her arm. “Time to turn over, Ella. You don’t want to burn.”

  Ella yawned sleepily and reached around to retie her top before Josh stopped her.

  “Try it topless, Ella,” he whispered in her ear. “No one will think anything of it.”

  Ella shook her head. She was thinking about it. She could feel a surge of heat and wetness between her thighs.

  “Look at how many other girls are walking around with their breasts bare,” Josh said in a low, sexy voice, tempting her. “Down here on the blanket people will barely notice you. I’ll help you.”

  Oh, what the hell, Ella thought. She allowed Josh to pull the bikini top out from under her. Without sitting up, she rolled over on her back, exposing her bare breasts to the sun and the world.

  Her pussy swelled and throbbed as she put her sunglasses on. She felt the heat of the sun on her bare breasts that had never felt the sun before, and wondered vaguely if anyone was staring at her.

  “Good girl,” Josh murmured. “Your breasts are going to look fantastic with a tan. When I get back to Chicago, I won’t be able to take my eyes off them.” He lay down on his back. “Of course, I can’t anyway.”

  Ella lay in the sun topless for half an hour, her mind churning with sexual fantasies. She was glad that, as a woman, she could keep her arousal a secret, although she suspected that Josh knew about it.

  “Time to go,” Josh said. “We don’t want to overdo the sun.”

  He carefully laid the bikini across her breasts to cover them. Ella held the cups in place while he tied the strings for her at the back.

  Back at the villa, Ella showered off the beach sand and put on a casual knit summer dress cinched with a wide leather belt. She was still aroused from sunbathing topless at the beach, and wondered if she could do it again.

  She hoped Josh hadn’t caught her looking at the Argentinean man, or that the Argentinean hadn’t caught her either, for that matter. The ramifications of either could be unpleasant. She reminded herself that if she was going to run with the jet set, she had better monitor her own behavior, because the stakes were enormous – far beyond what she ever had dreamed of when she was growing up in the northwestern suburbs of Chicago and decided to become an accountant because the money was good, the work was steady, and she was good with numbers.

  This time Josh had the limo drive them to a restaurant in the island’s largest casino. The food was good, and the atmosphere was more casual than last night. Some of the more adventurous passengers from the cruise ships wandered in, hoping for a change of pace from the usual shipboard fare, but Josh got them a table well away from the crowds.

  After dinner, Josh nodded at the casino floor. “I don’t usually gamble. I didn’t get to where I am by relying on chance. I bet on sure things.”

  He took her arm and steered her toward the floor. “Tonight, though, I feel lucky.”

  The casino floor was a barrage of light and sound, loud and garish as a thousand carnivals. Josh led Ella past the slots and the poker and blackjack tables to the roulette wheel.

  “This bet’s for you, Ella,” he said, handing a thousand-dollar bill to the dealer. “If you win, you can keep the cash. It doesn’t change our contract, though. Go on, give it a spin.”

  Ella took the wheel and spun, then watched as it slowed down and clicked past each number with agonizing slowness. Finally it came to rest on the number 5.

  “Congratulations, Ella, you’ve just won $5,000.”

  Against her better judgment, Ella risked eye contact with him and saw the predatory glitter she had become so familiar with. Josh had just closed another deal.

  In the limo on the way back to the villa, Ella remembered the Argentinean on the beach and decided Josh would already have mentioned it if he’d noticed.

  Chapter 4

  The limo took them from the casino to the villa, and Josh let them in. Turning on the lights, he opened a suitcase and brought out another gift-wrapped package.

  “I’ve saved these for tonight,” he said. “Take them to your room, put them on, and join me in my bedroom.”

  The box contained a strapless corset made of black satin and a matching G-string. The corset had garters to attach to a pair of black fishnet stockings.

  Ella felt herself growing more and more excited as she fastened the tight corset around her waist and slid the G-string up around her legs. The corset had heavy push-up padding that shaped her breasts into exaggerated cleavage, and the fishnet stockings made her feel naughty as soon as she put them on. She stepped into the black spike heels that she knew Josh liked her to wear, and fastened a pair of gold three-inch hoop earrings into her ears.

  She was halfway across the suite to Josh’s room before she realized that the thong left her bottom bare.

  His bedroom was dimly lit and full of shadows. Josh was wearing a flowing white linen shirt and black flannel drawstring pants. Over on the bed Ella noticed a pile of pillows, some large, some small, in odd shapes.

  Surprised at the sight of all those pillows, she started to look up at Josh.

  “Look down,” he ordered. “You must have forgotten, Ella, that you disobeyed me this afternoon on the beach. Yes, I saw you looking at the Argentinean. Fortunately I caught you before he saw you making eye contact with him.”

  He stood before her with his arms folded. “Do you understand how much money it might cost me in future business deals if you had made eye contact with him, Ella?”

  Ella shook her head, afraid to speak. She felt the way she had felt when Josh called her into his office and told her he’d caught her embezzling funds.

  “I don’t understand you, Ella,” Josh continued in a disapproving voice. “You’re so smart and so sensible, but you have a willful, reckless side that causes real trouble, and not just for you. You’ve cost me a lot of money, and you almost cost me a lot more today.”

  Ella would have protested, but she knew he was right. She wasn’t sure what made her do reckless things. It was as if she temporarily became someone else.

  He nodded toward the bed. “Perhaps with enough punishment, that can be corrected. Go over to the bed and kneel on it.”

  Ella walked carefully to the bed and knelt on it, still wearing the black spike heels.

  “Lift your hands above your head,” Josh said.

  Ella obeyed. Josh fastened a pair of soft suede leather handcuffs around her wrists and tightened them down. Ella saw that there was a silver ring between the two cuffs.

  “Now, Ella, you’ve been bound. Is this your first time?”

  She nodded.

  “Then I will go over the rules. You were far worse than naughty this afternoon on the beach, so your punishment will last at least an hour. Sometimes it will hurt, I promise you. Other times it will arouse you. At no time will I satisfy your arousal. That’s up to you when I finish with you and send you back to your room.”

  “Don’t forget that you are under contract to me to do anything I ask you to do,” he continued. “If you decide you can’t take your punishment anymore and wish to breach our contract, call out the code word for me to stop, and our contract will be broken, with all that entails. Would you like to know the code word?”

  “Yes,” Ella said, looking down at the cuffs with their metal ring. She was determined to endure whatever Josh had in store for her.

  “The code word is ‘embezzlement.’”

  Josh placed the pillow in front of Ella’s legs and motioned to it. “You know what to do,” he said brusquely.

  Obediently, Ella leaned forward and bent over the pillow. The handcuffs forced her to stretch her arms out in front of her, over her head, to assume the submissive posture.

  “Higher,” Josh said. “I want your ass up in the air as high as it can go.”

  Ella tucked her legs closer to her body to raise her bottom up higher. She felt Josh insert a small pillow under her head, which allowed her to relax her body and wait for whatever would happen next.

  “You might as well be comfortable,” Josh said. “You’re going to be in this position for a while.”

  He ran his hands over her bare ass, split by the thong. ““I’m going to start out with some nice, easy swats to get your butt warmed up,” he told her. “Don’t worry, they won’t hurt.” He continued to stroke the tender skin of her ass and chuckled. “That comes later.”

  Starting with her right cheek, he began to smack it lightly and rapidly. Ella tried to count but quickly lost track. The swats were light and teasing, and they turned her on. Sometimes he would stop to caress her bottom, then start the swats again. His hand moved down to her thighs, where he smacked her through the fishnet hosiery, then up to the very top of her ass and around the side to the slight padding of flesh on the side of her hip.

  After what seemed like a long time, Josh stepped back to admire his handwork. “Perfect. Your right butt cheek is all lit up cherry red. The left one is still pale white. Let’s see if we can fix that.”

  Ella was conscious of a warm glow on her right butt cheek, and the coolness of the left cheek. She was aroused by the light spanking, and enjoying the contrasting feelings, but before she could say anything, Josh stepped to the other side of the bed and started to apply the exact same treatment to her other ass cheek.

  Ella began to twitch her hips in circles and moan with pleasure. Her ass was stinging, and her pussy was getting wetter. The arousal took over her, and she moaned softly and stopped trying to hide how she felt.

  Josh finished with her left cheek and again looked at her ass, stroking the inflamed flesh with his hands. “You’re acting like you want me to spank you harder, Ella. Is that true?”

  “Yes,” Ella said. “I mean, no.”

  “Say it, Ella.”

  In a rush, she blurted out, “Please, Josh, spank me harder.”

  “I’ll be quite happy to,” Josh replied. Out of the corner of her eye, Ella noticed him rolling up the sleeves of his white linen shirt and saw a bulge in the crotch of his flannel trousers.

  The first smack landed hard, harder than he had ever spanked her.

  “Owww!” Ella squealed.

  “Stings, doesn’t it, Ella?” Josh said behind her. “Maybe next time you’ll remember not to disobey me.” He landed a second smack, just as hard, on her left cheek. Ella cried out again.

  “Squeal all you like,” he said. “The villa is completely soundproof, so you don’t have to be embarrassed to make some noise. In fact, I think you might enjoy this more if you yell while I spank you. It’s rather like sex that way.”

  Ella had to agree. Her bottom was already stinging, but she wanted another one, and when it landed, she wanted to scream as loudly as her lungs would let her.

  Josh obliged her with a third swat on her right cheek, and a fourth on her left, while Ella screamed at the top of her lungs as if she was having an orgasm.

  After ten hard swats, Josh stopped and once again ran his hand smoothly over her ass in circles.

  “Your ass is hot from all that spanking, Ella,” he said. “I bet with a bit of coaxing, I could get you to take twenty more, so you’ll really remember what I tell you next time. But not yet.”

  Ella’s eyes filled with tears, but not from the pain. She was more frustrated than she had ever been in her life. Her pussy was so wet that the moisture was running down the inside of her thighs, and even though her ass was smarting, she wanted to be spanked. At that moment, she wanted Josh to spank her all night, then take out his big, smooth cock and drive it into her pussy until she came.

  Josh took the rope dangling from the ceiling rafters, pulled it down, and clipped it to the ring in Ella’s handcuffs.

  “Straighten up, Ella,” he said, tugging on the other end of the rope.

  When Ella’s cuffed wrists were suspended above her head from the rope, Josh wound it around a silver cleat fastened to the wall and looked at her. “Very nice,” he said. “You look like a Victorian courtesan trussed up for punishment.” He came over to the bed and unfastened her corset, letting her breasts drop free, but left her G-string and stockings in place.