Punishing Alice (an Excerpt)

Guy New York
Sep 5, 2018 · 6 min read

“Alice, would you mind staying for a little after we put Tasha to bed? There’s something I want to talk to you about.”

“Of course Mr. Richards,” I said, trying not to swallow my tongue. “I’ll see you tonight.”

The day went by slowly. Painfully slowly. I couldn’t focus, I nearly dropped Tasha three times, and her crying and begging drove me completely insane. The whole day disappeared in a tangle of worry, fear, and excitement and yet somehow it passed. Somehow seven o’clock rolled around and I tucked the little girl into bed and waited patiently in the living room for Mr. Richards to return.

I almost jumped when I heard the door open, and my heart was in my throat. I had no idea what to expect. He walked into the room wearing his crisp black suit, and his warm smile put me at ease almost immediately. He opened a bottle of scotch from the bar and poured himself a glass before calling me over to the couch with a pat of his hand.

“So, Alice,” he began. “Do you know what I want to talk with you about?”

“No,” I said quietly. Then I added, “I mean, no, Mr. Richards.”

“You’ve been a huge help to me and my wife and we’re going to be sad to lose you.”

Was he really just going to give me a goodbye speech? Is this why I waited all day? I was ready to kill myself.

“And up until yesterday, you have never disappointed us.”

I turned bright red and all my fears came tumbling back.

“I don’t understand,” I said, unwilling to admit to anything.

“Alice, before I say anything else, I want you to understand that you can leave at any point. Would you rather go now and never talk of this again? I would completely understand, and if that’s the case then I wish you best of luck in school next month.”

I wasn’t sure what he was really asking, but I was glued to my seat. Despite my worry, there was no way I could leave. There was no way I couldn’t find out what might happen next. When words failed to come to me I simply shook my head.

“You don’t want to go?” he asked me.

That time I nodded. He looked at me with no hint of emotion, and I wasn’t sure if he was going to slap me or kiss me. He was completely impossible!

“If you stay,” he said slowly, “I’d like you to listen very closely. I’d also like you to do exactly what I say and answer whatever questions I ask. Can you do that for me?”

I nodded again and I could feel my body respond to his words. Why did I agree to that? Why did I simply say yes to everything that came out of his mouth? It was completely unlike me, and yet I was unable to more. In fact, I was unable to do anything but nod.

He finally smiled once more and it felt like everything had changed. I was in a new world, and it was overwhelming.

“How do you think my wife would feel if she knew what you did yesterday in the hot tub?”

I blushed as I tried to answer. What could I say to that?

“I, I, don’t know,” I finally said.

“Do you think she’d be upset? Do you think she’d be angry that you masturbated in front of me? After all we’ve done for you, do you think she’d approve of you using me that way?”

“No,” I answered.

“Alice, tell me something. When was the last time you touched yourself?” It came from nowhere and it wasn’t what I was expecting. I tried not to look away, but in spite of myself, I found my shoes incredibly interesting for the next few moments.

“I…” I couldn’t even mumble an answer.

“Let me clarify something once more. If you stay, Alice, you’re going to answer my questions instantly. There’s no need to think anymore. I’ll do that for both of us.”

“This morning,” I said. I don’t know who was more surprised that I answered, but I suddenly felt an overwhelming urge to please him.

“Good. Now tell me. What were you thinking about?”

I choked and tried to think of a good lie. I tried to think of anything but the truth.

“You,” I finally said, after waiting far too long.

“I didn’t say who were you thinking about. I assumed it was about me. I asked what. When you made yourself come this morning, what images were going through your mind?”

“I was…” I stuttered. “I was thinking about yesterday in the hot tub.”

“When you got off on the jet while I was talking to you?”

“How did you…”

He cut me off with a finger to my lips. “I’m asking the questions, Alice. Now please answer me.”

“Yes. I thought about the water and the jet, and I imagined you were there with me. Not outside, but inside the water. You were behind me, and we were…”

“What were we doing, Alice?”

“You were inside me.”

He stood up and walked across the room without saying a word. My knees were trembling and I could hardly stay still as he poured himself another glass of whiskey and sat back down on the couch.

“Alice, I’d like you to take off your sweater now.”

I was just wearing a bra beneath it, but at least it was pretty. It was from Victoria’s Secret and it almost made my breasts look big. I closed my eyes as I pulled the sweater off over my head. What was I doing?

“And now your jeans.”

He was still sitting there calmly in his suit and I didn’t know what to do other than obey. His voice was strong and firm, and while part of me wanted to run out the door, another part could hardly move. I undid my belt and buttons, and without thinking much more I slid the denim down over my thighs and kicked them off onto the floor.

“Alice, you’re getting better at following directions. I wasn’t sure at first, but I think you may do well.”

“Thank you,” I said, looking down at the floor.

“Let’s try, thank you, Mr. Richards, okay?” He stood up as he said it, and my whole body tensed. He moved slightly closer to where I was standing, and I could smell his aftershave and see the muscles in his neck.

“Thank you, Mr. Richards,” I said, still looking down.

“Much better. Why don’t you remove your bra and underpants and lie down on the couch for me while I go wash my hands.”

Without waiting for me to move, he walked out of the room and into the kitchen. I stood there shaking, unsure of what to do, as I listened to the water run. Did he really mean that? Did I hear him right?

Before I could do a thing, he returned and this time the glint in his eye was on fire.

“This is very disappointing,” he said.

“I was just…”

“You don’t need to make excuses. I understand. When you don’t do what I ask, I assume it’s because you’d like me to ask in another way. Maybe punish you for not listening? Is that what you’d prefer?”

“No, Mr. Richards,” I whispered, just barely getting the words out.

“Undress. Now. And lie on the couch.”

This time I didn’t wait. I undid my bra and stepped out of my panties, trying not to cover myself with my hands. The urge to run and hide was enormous, but somehow I managed to fold my clothes before laying on my stomach on the white leather sofa. I put my head down and closed my eyes. It was almost too much.

I could hear him walking around me, but I didn’t dare look. I could hear the ice in his glass, and his footsteps on the carpet as he walked, and I swear I could feel his eyes digging into me. Warmth touched every inch of my body, and for a moment my biggest fear was that I’d ruin his couch with my excitement.

He finally stopped near my head, and I twitched when I felt his fingers in my hair. He brushed it gently to one side, pulling ever so slightly before taking my chin in his other hand and holding me.

I couldn’t help but look into his eyes…


Quickies in New York

Short erotica fiction by Guy New York.

Guy New York

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Writer and publisher of dirty books. With more than 50 titles, my books have been widely read and occasionally burned. Read more at www.guynewyork.com

Quickies in New York

Short erotica fiction by Guy New York.

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