Adventures of Little Miss Notoriety (3 page)

“Belle...I said have those papers on my desk when I walked in the office, so would you care to explain why I don't have them?” Joseph's tall muscular frame shadowed over Miss Notoriety as her heart became a war drum pounding in her ears.

Mondays were always a fist full of excitement around the law office of Mr. Switzer, and that Monday was no different

“I... Umm...I apologize, Sir.” Belle stammered over her words, his face now inches from hers, and her deep blue eyes stared into the dark abyss of chocolate brown. “My sister called, and I lost track of time. I'll have them on your desk in less than fifteen minutes, Sir.”

“Not good enough.” Her head thrashed back with the hard yank of her hair. “Your sister is more important than your job, Miss Notoriety?
Or more important than me?” He growled across her lips, and Belle could barely catch her breath before his lips crashed into hers, and she was devoured by the wolf.

He demanded her attention be
given to his mouth and tongue, and Joseph's free hand kneaded and pinched at her already hardening nipples. Each breast treated in the same rough fashion, and the kiss ended with a rush of air filling their lungs.

“Please Joseph, I'm sorry. Nothing's more important than you.” Belle melted to the floor finding her knees, her chin tipped down, and her cheek brushed his outer thigh.
She was apologizing, or tried to, before she was not so gently coaxed off the floor, and bent over her desk in the middle of the office.

She was on display for any
and all to see; what if a client walked in? Joseph Switzer practically owned the town of Shagville Heights; he didn't care who walked in, or what they might see. He's a man on a mission, and teaching his fuck doll a lesson was in progress.

His
crotch bushed across her tight ass that was covered by a very thin material of her too short black pinstriped skirt. He leaned over her, pressing her face into marble topped desk. “You need a spanking Miss Notoriety. I think that'll teach you never to disregard my instructions, don't you?” He voice was so eerily quiet that fear sent a shiver up her spin. “I think my belt will make adjustments to your attitude quite nicely, don't you?” His tongue lapped at her ear, and his lips closed on her earlobe.

“Sir...please I deserve this. I know I do.” Tears already poured down her cheeks, and he'd barely touched her.

Belle really was
his
: heart, mind, body, and soul. Nothing she did was without his knowledge, and her screw-ups weren't immune. In fact they were personified, and soon her body's left feeling cold, and she peeked to watch his belt sliding from the loops of his dress slacks. That sound caused chills to pimple her pale flesh, and she turned her head not able to watch any further.

“Yes, Belle you do deserve this. You should hope no one walks in, hmm? That would be quite embarrassing, don't you think?” Her skirt was shoved up, her bare ass exposed, and her pale pink garter belt was revealed. Joseph's fingers trickled up the inside of her thigh-highs, barely brushing her pussy lips, and teased back down the opposite side. “You are wet. You really are a sick little fuck doll, my beautiful girl.” His haunting laugh filled her mind with eer
ie thoughts, but the words of praise pushed them away. Joseph knew how to manipulate his puppet, and twist her little kink knobs to just the right setting.

“I'm so sorry, my Master. I know I've been very naughty, please punish me.
”She choked out. “Teach your fuck doll a lesson, Please?” Just like her owner, Miss Notoriety pulled at every string she could in order to get Joseph to punish her. She knew each button to push to get his motor running, and she pushed the right one with her last comment.

“Don't worry my dear, I plan to teach you a lesson you will never forget.
” He kissed her damp cheek. “Hold on with both hands to the edge of the desk.  Stretch yourself out over the top of the desk. I want to see everything I own.” His voice dropped an octave when commanding her and the black stiletto's moved to shoulder width apart; she arched her back as her ass tipped higher into the air, and it called to him.

“Please spank me, Sir.” Belle's voice was
barely a whisper, and her fingers turned white as snow from her grip.

Words ceased between them, and body language began to speak volumes. Each thrash of the belt left welted skin in
its wake. Over and over the leather found that formerly creamy white skin, and turned it a lovely angry shade of red. Faint and well defined lines left behind, and criss-crossed over one another. 

Tears pooled on the smooth surface of the desk top, but she had yet to utter a word. Sobbing was her way of apologizing, and her soft whimpered cries spoke to his inner sadist, and pleased Joseph beyond belief. Ten more vicious strikes left inflamed marks in their path, and the silence was deafening.

“Please forgive me, my Master.” The words scarcely out before she was consumed with violent sobs, and his hand gently caressed across the material that clung to her back, dampened from her sweat.

“Oh my dear, you are forgiven. You are quite forgiven.” His words lapped at her senses, and his tongue licked away her tears as his arms wrapped her, enveloping her in safety. Joseph guided her to rest in his lap, and cooed at her gently. “It's OK my baby girl. You have pleased me greatly.” Just hearing those words brought more tears, but they also soothed her in a way like nothing else could.

“Thank you, Sir. I'm really sorry I failed this morning. And no one's more important to me in this world than you.” His lips brushed across her damp forehead.

“I know my sweet baby, I know.”

You said the papers were to be on your desk first thing

Except the phone gave a ring a ding-ding

My sister wanted to gossip about her ex-husband's wife

I listened to her drone on about her horrible life

I didn't hear you come in the back door

My hair was yanked, and my knees found the floor

My body was
hot with need for you to forgive

You playfully said you'd
decided to let me live

You teach me a lesson I'll always remember

My ass is as red as the hottest ember

Your words whisper across the shell of my ear

“You are now forgiven, my dear.”

Miss Belle Notoriety had been one busy secretary over the past few months. Joe Switzer, the attorney she worked for just finished the case of his life and was off celebrating in style.  She normally would have been right by his side, but tonight she had a prior engagement.

Barney Thompson was on the menu for that evening, and she had special plans for him. He hung naked as the day he was born from the eye bolt
; his toes barely supporting his weight. “So… you like stealing from innocent people?” She said in that soft, yet alluring tone of voice, calling for Barney to look up from his bound and gagged position in the middle of the bank; his bank.

Barney, the president of the only bank in
Shagville Heights, had gone under the radar with Miss Notoriety until about three months ago, when he walked into Mr. Switzer’s office and needed help.  He was the big case Joe just finished. He was found innocent of embezzlement of dozen of elderly people’s retirement funds.

Innocent in the court of law…

“Mwavpaauuu,” Barney grunted around the gag.  A spreader bar kept his legs apart a good three feet, and same for his arms which were cuffed and bound above his head. 

“What’s that? I don’t understand.” A wickedly saucy laugh escaped her. “I bet some of those elderly people told you they didn’t understand either…but you didn’t listen did you?” Belle cut the distance between them, and with a fist full of his hair, she yanked his head back.

He mumbled across the ball-gag.

“You were only found innocent because Mr. Switzer is that damn good, but we both know you are guilty as the day is long, right?” She helped him shake his head yes by yanking his hair back and forth.

“I’m going to show you just what happens to men that take from little old ladies and sweet elderly couples.” Belle said in that soft sing-songy voice of hers. Without warning, she stepped around to face him; the back of her hand swung and met his cheek, his head swung to the side with a whimper.

“Oh… did that hurt?” She stepped in right up next to him again, and whispered softly across his ear. “The pain ends, when you tell me where the money is… pretty simple, right?” Stepping back she sent him that dazzling
, teasing smile.

While he focused on her smile, her hand crept down and had encircled his naked ball sac. At first she lightly teased and coaxed his cock
to a slow, but steady hardness. “You like the way that feels, Barney?” Her voice so soft only he could hear, and then his blood piercing scream might have been heard by the neighbors, as that soft coaxing turned into a tight fist squeezing the poor life out of his once hard cock.

“
Mwaevhio,” he mumbled through the gag.

“What’s that?” She t
aunted him again, but this time she removed the gag and he started to sing like a canary.

“I have it in CDs
in my son’s name.” His words fell on deaf ears, and out came one more ear piercing cry. Poor Barney didn’t seem to like how Miss Notoriety was touching his cock now.  “I’ll give it all back—”

She began to twist as she crushed his cock in her tiny, dainty hand, and he cried out for mercy. “Please… please I beg you.” She released his cock immediately.

“So you promise to relinquish the funds by 11am in the morning, and you will find a way to give each and every person their money back.” She had already begun to walk away.

“Yes…yes I swear on my life. I’ll return every dime” The Banker definitely learned not to fuck with Little Miss Notoriety, or the elderly!

“I promise if you break your word.” She turned and waved her hand at the scene in the middle of the bank. “This will seem like child’s play, Barney.”

She was going to meet Mr. Switzer at his celebration; she had better things to do.
“Stanley will help you down.” And without even a glance back, or a doubt in her mind that he would follow through on his promise, she was off to join her owner and hoped he might find a reason to punish her later.

Belle, my dearest Belle

Wherefore art thou Belle?

Well let's just say she's tied to a tree

And she's been screaming with glee

The woman loves to be rammed into the bark

She sang with orgasms like a pretty little lark

Joseph accused, used, and thoroughly abused his fuck-doll

And all it took was one phone call

“Meet me at the park.” Click.

Her stomach did flip-flops;
she felt sick

She was there in no time flat

He ordered her on all fours like a cat

Crawling to her destiny at his feet

His back hand met her cheek

“You missed work to fuck John?”

He does Belle's lawn

Her hand instantly protected her cheek,

Afraid at the moment to speak

She was guilty of the crime

And she must due the time

A harsh yank of her hair,

And she knew he was still there

“You don't deny it then, you let him touch your pearl?”

I'd disrespected Joseph...

I wanted to hurl

I'd been a very bad girl

“I did it.
I'm sorry, Sir. Please don't hate me.”

“Oh, I couldn't hate you my love. I will just make you see

the errors of your ways.”

“A lesson taught so well, you won't sit for days.”

And Joseph made good on each and every threat

He was unlike any man Belle had ever met

And she loved the life they kept

The bell of the ball and the beast of the town

Fucked like rabbits and her ass he did pound

By the time they were spent
, love was abound

No matter how many times she did something wrong

He could never stay mad at her for very long …

Could you?