Emily's Punishment: Part Two

Chapter Ten - Lunch Hour

Chapter Ten – Lunch Hour

The morning weather was grey and drizzly as Emily sat waiting at the bus stop. She glanced at her phone and promptly put it back in her pocket, after seeing a number of notifications from Tom.

It was unusual for Emily to remember her dreams, typically forgetting them within minutes of waking up, but today she couldn't shake the vivid imagery from last night's sleep. Yesterday, she'd wanted to forget about the incident, but this morning, something felt different, like her subconscious mind had revealed its true feelings to her conscious self. She now realised that her feelings of guilt about the situation hadn't stemmed from the fact that he'd kissed her – after all, he was the one who initiated it – but rather from the fact that she'd enjoyed it and, on some level, had wanted it to happen.

Emily sighed as conflicting thoughts swirled through her mind. Trying to push the thoughts away, she looked down at the large Starbucks cup in her hands and took a sip.

Probably should have got a smaller one, she thought as her mind then turned to the thin Tena nappy she was wearing under her work clothes. Never mind, I'll just change when I can and try not to drink too much more coffee later... The bus arrived, and Emily boarded, taking her usual seat at the back.

She sat down with a stifled crinkle, which still made her blush, despite the fact that she'd been in nappies for a week now. At least he stuck to his word about letting me wear the thinner ones to work, she thought as she shifted about in her seat and settled in. I'm sure he'll find a way to be cruel when I get home though.

Emily's thoughts returned to the previous evening – sitting for hours in the highchair, wetting herself until her tights were thoroughly soaked, and then again while Alex spanked her. She thought about how he'd sent her to bed early in extra thick nappies as a punishment – she began to feel flustered thinking about it all, and quickly pulled out her phone to distract herself.

How would I feel if Tom spanked me? she thought as she looked at the list of unread messages from him. Try as she might, Emily just could not visualise it. The more she thought about it, the more she struggled to imagine him doing anything that might be considered dominant, mean, or even naughty. Is that good? Or bad? she wondered.

Barely thinking about what she was doing, and with a quick tap of her thumb, she opened the last message that Tom had sent her.

TOM: Okay, this will be my last message, then I'll leave it for you to decide if you want to reply or not. I really think we need to talk about what happened. I have strong feelings for you Emily and it's not right that you're blocking me out. Please let me talk to you and maybe you'll see things differently. I know you have a boyfriend but I can't control how I feel and I think you at least owe me a chance to have my say.

xxx

sent 23:48

Emily hovered her thumb over the screen, considering her options. Tell him no? Tell him I'm in a committed relationship? It's very final...I'm not sure I feel certain enough. She blankly stared out of the window as the rush hour traffic passed her by. Say yes maybe? What's the worst that could happen? At least that way I can say no to his face, when I see him in person. Or maybe just go and see what happens...Or...I could just ignore him. But how long can I ignore him when we're working in the same building? She felt a strange knot her stomach as she deliberated anxiously over her options. The bus slowed, and she realised she'd arrived at her stop. Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, she gathered her things and made her way off the bus and up to her office.

She sat down at her desk and switched on her computer, as was her usual morning routine. Might skip the second coffee, she thought, looking in the direction of the office kitchen, knowing that Tom would certainly be in there making one for himself. She squeezed her legs together, already feeling the grande caramel macchiato from her journey working against her bladder. She leaned forward in her seat and opened her emails, scrolling through a number of uninteresting messages until one caught her eye. It was from HR and sent to all employees. What's this? she thought, clicking on the message to read it. Some juicy gossip maybe?