*****THE DESIRE TO KNOW***** *****CHAPTER 2***** About a week had passed since Paula had gone to the psychiatrist, and Paula was out on a dinner date with a man she had met recently at lunch. Okay, I know that sounds weird. She met him while she was eating lunch at a local deli, they had both sat down at the same table at pretty much the same time, and instead of one of them getting up, they stayed and ate lunch together. It was after they chatted all through their lunch hour that he had invited her to dinner and she accepted. His name was Frank, and he too was an attorney. 37 years old and twice divorced, he was a very distinguished looking man. About 6'2" and 195 lbs. With close cropped brown hair, and a matching mustauche that had just a hint of grey imbedded in it. I don't know how it happened, but during their meeting at lunch, he had gotten started talking about his two ex-wives, and he had made the comment that if they had been a little less demanding, he may still be married to one of them. Paula had let it pass over her head, but he was saying that he wanted a submissive woman. They had been sitting at the dinner table for about 45 minutes and Paula found that was was quickly losing herself in his deep set eyes. To her, it seemed like he was not looking at her, but looking IN her. It unnerved her, as more than once she found herself having to avert her eyes from his penetrating gaze. While he was talking, Paula found herself thinking back to certain little things that had happened when he picked her up for dinner. First, when she opened the door and told him that she was just about ready, he looked at her and made a comment about her wearing too much makeup. Once they had gotten into his car, Paula had crossed her long legs and quickly found that his hand had reached out to bring her crossed leg down to the other one. She would have said something to him about that, but he had been talking the whole time, and not stopped when he pulled her leg down. Paula didn't know what the problem was with her crossing her legs, but he had repeated that same act again when Paula had crossed her legs a few minutes later. A third thing that had happened was that he had not even consulted her about what she wanted to eat. Frank had just picked up his menu and ordered for both of them. Paula didn't mind that so much seeing as he DID select something that she liked. She was replaying the scene in his car again when he invaded her thoughts. "Paula.. Are you listening to me?" He asked sharply, Looking straight into her eyes. The woman shook her head as if trying to dispell the images in her head. "I'm sorry, what were you saying?" "I was SAYING" He said, voice rising with the last word. "That there is a conversation going on at this table and you should pay attention when someone is speaking to you." Paula was a little taken back by the curtness of his words. She looked at him as if she were about to tell him where to get off, but then looked away quickly and said "I'm sorry. I guess my mind was wandering." "Look at me when i'm talking to you, Paula!" Frank said, getting the attention of the couple that was sitting at the next table. She snapped her eyes back in his direction, and saw that he looked quite upset. Paula found herself thinking to herself that she would be glad when this evening was over, this guy was an asshole. But the strangest thing happened when he brought her home and walked her to her door. He has kissed her lightly on the cheek and asked if she would like to go to the opera the following night. That in itself wasn't strange, but the fact that Paula found herself accepting that invitation WAS a bit strange, seeing as she had already decided not to see him again. Frank did not seem to want to be invited in, as he had told her that he would pick her up at 7:00 and then turned to walk toward his car. Paula watched him drive away then went inside her house mentally kicking herself for not telling him to fuck off. Frank and Paula went out several times in the next two or three weeks. The goodnight scene was always the same, with Frank kissing Paula on the cheek and invited her out again. Paula always accepting and then wondering why she continued to see the guy. He picked her up for dinner one night and looked at her very strangely for a few moments, then announced matter of factly that they weren't going anywhere until she took off some of that "gunk" that she had on her face. Paula's jaw dropped when she heard that, telling him that she had not spent 45 minutes applying makeup just to take it right back off again. I suppose one might think they were having an argument, PAULA was certainly ready to fight. But Frank very calmly stuck to his original statement until Paula decided the hell with it and went back upstairs and washed it all off, thinking she would call his bluff. She went back downstairs, face bare of all makeup and half expected him to say that perhaps it was okay with him if she DID wear it. (Paula did not think she looked good without it) But Frank only nodded his approval when he saw her, telling her that he did not want her to wear makeup anymore. She had finally had enough of it, and was just in the process of telling him to get out of her house when he opened the door and took her by the elbow, ushering her to the car, saying that their reservations were for 8 and they were already late. Paula just did a slow burn and crossed her legs, yes, only to feel his fingers pull them level again with authority. Alright, you wonder why Paula still goes out with him even though he seems to be a boorish oaf? I'm glad you asked that question. You see, there was something about Frank that totally captivated the pretty attorney. Only she hadn't the slightest idea of what it was. A few nights later, at their usual restaurant, they were in the middle of a conversation about the Persian Gulf situation when out of the blue, Frank told Paula to go into the ladies room, remove her panties and bring them out and hand them to him. Paula had been in the middle of making a point when he blurted out that request/command, and had stopped talking abuptly and stared at him mutely, as if she hadn't heard what he said. "I said" Frank started "Go into the ladies room, remove your panties and bring them out to me." He repeated what he had just said moments before. Paula was quite ready to get up and leave him sitting there without a date. Her mouth opened as if she were about to speak, but then she closed it again, and with one more look at him, saw something in his eyes she had not seen before. The look was not to be ignored or taken lightly, so Paula stood and walked toward the ladies room, feeling butterflies in her stomach for some reason she could not understand. A few minutes later, She returned from the restroom carrying her white panties bunched up in her hand. She sat down at the table and was promptly greeted with Frank's extended hand, awaiting the panties. Paula quickly handed them to him, hoping against hope that no one would see what she was handing him. To her great dismay, Frank took his sweet time about folding them neatly and putting inside his jacket. When her panties had been tucked away safely, Frank began their conversation again, just as if it had not been halted a few minutes before. Paula sat there stunned, and embarrassed, and in fact was not a very talkative lady for the rest of that evening. It was to turn out to be an evening of several firsts for the pretty attorney. When they left, instead of bringing her to her doorstep, Paula found herself being escorted to HIS doorstep. It was quite cool outside and the blowing air felt strange on her pantiless bottom. Frank opened the door of his house and they both walked into the darkened room. He turned on the light and took Paula's coat, hanging it up while she looked around. The living room was very neatly furnished, not at all what one would expect from a 37 year old man who lived alone. He returned after making a drink for himself, not even bothering to offer one to Paula. He bade her to sit on the sofa and he would be right with her. Paula mechanically moved to his sofa, sitting down and began to cross her legs, but automatically pulled them down as she knew what would happen if he found them crossed. Frank sat down next to her and set his drink on a lamp table next tot the sofa, and then pulled her panties out of his pocket. Paula blushed when she saw them, remembering how he had gotten them. He was holding them out and speaking to her. "When I tell you to do something, I expect it to be done immediately. Do you understand that, Young lady?" He asked her condescendingly. Paula tentitively took her panties from him, and blushed deeply before biting her lower lip and nodding yes to his question. "Fine." He said. then continued while Paula sat there in a very subdued state of mind. "Just to make sure that I was understood, I'm going to give you a sound spanking to get my point across." He said, and began taking off his jacket. When she heard the word, `spanking', Something inside of Paula began to spin in circles and made her feel as if she were on a merry-go-round traveling at 100 miles per hour. It seemed to her that it was happening in slow motion. Frank took her gently by the arm, and pulled her toward him, laying her over his legs. She KNEW she ought to struggle. To push away from him and bolt from his house, then run all the way home. But the woman didn't have the strength to fight against him. She heard a voice, her own, sounding very far away and very alien. it was pleading with him, telling him that she promised to be a good girl if he didn't spank her. Frank had to catch his breath when he lifted her skirt up and feasted his eyes upon her voluptous asscheeks. Paula was laying underneath him, moaning and grinding her pelvis into him, saying something he could not comprehend. Her eyes had been closed since the moment he announced that she would be getting a spanking, but her mind's eye could see all sorts of throwbacks to her dreams. So realistic were these pictures in her mind, that Paula could only believe that it WAS a dream. Frank had draped his left hand over her waist and was preparing to bring his right hand down. He expected her to fight, or at least protest. But the pretty woman was doing nothing except rotating her ass as if in search of something. Paula's dream became a harsh reality when she heard a pop, then felt the unmistakable stinging sensation centered somewhere behind her. Before it could register in her brain, another pop and stinging feeling jolted her. Frank was taking his time, making damn sure that his heavy hand fell where he wanted it to. Frank had slapped her bottom nearly 20 times before the thought occured to Paula that she was actually getting a spanking. No, this was not a dream as she realised that her ass never got stingy and hot during her dreams. She still didn't cry out or struggle, though. For some reason, the idea that Paula wasn't making any noise made Frank believe that he was not spanking her well enough. He remedied this by holding his palm cupped and bringing it down a little harder. Now Paula gave him the first indication that she was feeling it. But she still didn't cry out, but merely thrust her hips downward, not aware in the least of his growing hardon. By the time Frank had finished spanking her, Paula's ass was almost uniformly reddened from his strong slaps. He stood her up in front of him, and saw that although her hands immediately flew back to rub her scorched bottom, her eyes had a very distant look about them. As if she weren't really there. Paula WASN'T that far gone. She was standing in front of him, relishing the stinging on her asscheeks. Trying to really get into contact with her feelings. But something was bringing her back into Frank's living room.. It was his voice. "Paula! Look at me when i'm talking to you!" He snapped at her, bringing her out of her dreamlike state and into what she saw as a surreal happening. She looked at him, and it almost frightened him to see the look of pure adoration in her eyes. Her ass was smarting, but she felt nothing but warm feelings. The warmth centered from her freshly spanked ass and radiated outward, making her feel warm all over, in and out. "Do you know why I spanked you, Paula? " He was asking. She nodded silently and continued to relish the feelings. "Then tell me why." He said. Frank wanted to be perfectly sure that she understood what was happening. "Because I wasn't fast enough in doing what you asked me to do." She replied, with a hint of a crack in her voice. There were no tears in her eyes, but they did look misty. "You'll also be able to tell me what will happen should you not do as I ask, won't you" Frank asked, searching her face for some sign of emotion. "I suppose i'll get another spanking" She whispered, lowering both her eyes, and her skirt, keeping her hands clasped behind her back as if they were cuffed that way. It's strange, but except for light kisses on the cheek; this spanking was the first real contact they had together. Frank patted the sofa next to him and had Paula rest her hot butt on it. She sat down and let her head be pulled to his shoulder when his arm went around her. He was stroking her hair and whispering in her ear that he thought she looked very sexy.. She murmured a thank you and just let herself sink deeper into her mind. Now Frank took her chin in his hand, tilted her face up toward him. She gazed at him and let her lips part slightly. He brought his face down and kissed her gently at first, then rising in intensity when Paula responded by darting her own tougue into his mouth. Now it was becoming clear to him, the effect the spanking had had on her. To put it simply, Paula was on fire. Frank's hand slipped down her shoulders to her back. Paula took this as a hint to move closer, and soon was on his lap, her breasts crushing against his chest while she leaned over and kept her mouth busy on his. Sex, was never something Paula had put a lot of energy into. Or to be more accurate, it was never something she really thought of as something to make her lose control of her senses. But here she was, Straddling this guy's lap and going after him like a woman possessed. Both were breathing heavy and in fact already passed the point of no return. Frank let his hands glide down the silk material of her blouse and was soon cupping her ass through her skirt. Paula reacted to that by moaning into his mouth and smashing her pelvis into his. She felt his erection and decided instantly that she simply MUST have it. Now the hunted becomes the hunter. Paula kept him pretty much pinned down to the sofa while she did things she had only dreamed of in the past. She rolled her hips over his still covered cock while her tongue danced within his mouth. Frank somehow got his hands between them and was in the process of unbuttoning her blouse. Once undone, He fondled her tits through her bra while the blonde woman chewed on his bottom lip. Frank then found the control he had momentarily lost. He put his hands on her shoulders and pushed her back a little, so the kiss was broken. Paula's mouth was open and he still felt her hot breath on his face. Now he reached to her shoulders and slid the blouse from her. She helped by shrugging it off, then got back into the act herself by undoing his tie and shirt. Moments later, Paula was on her knees in front of him, undoing his pants and taking his cock out through the fly of his shorts. She didn't give it time to get cold as she engulfed half of it in her mouth with one motion of her head. Harry Reems would have been envious of Frank at that moment, Paula sucked his cock with all the passion that the porn stars lacked. As a matter of fact, she was fast bringing him to orgasm. Too fast for Frank, He tried to push her head away from his groin but Paula shook her head in such a way that he could only sit back and shoot his load into her mouth. Paula felt the first blast hit the back of her throat and then suddenly went down farther, feeling the knob of his dickhead bump into her throat causing her to gag a little. For a full 30 seconds, Frank felt his spasming cock being drained by her eager mouth. Paula kept it in her mouth long after his orgasm subsided and he became flaccid. He smiled to himself while Paula loved his now soft cock. After a few moments, Frank realised that he still had one hot lady on his hands. Somehow he found his voice. "That was very nice, Paula." He said, his hand stroking her cheek while she gazed up at him.