by J. J. Hayle
Layla worked hard and did not speak to Mr Larson for the rest of the day. At the end of the day, she changed into her bar uniform and saw that he was still in his office. Everyone else had left, and she considered going to his office.
To say what?
It was a stupid idea. Instead, she left and went to her usual coffee shop for a coffee and a panini before her bar shift.
Apart from a simple good morning, Mr Larson did not speak to her the next day either. He behaved no differently towards her than he always did, but she felt they had shared an intimate moment and…
And what? He beat your ass; it wasn’t a date.
The work day ended and the work week, well, for everyone else at least. Layla had a full weekend of bar work to look forward to. Her only consolation was she didn’t start until the afternoon on Saturdays and Sundays and could enjoy some sleep after tonight’s shift was over.
Layla changed reluctantly into her bar uniform, refreshed her make-up, and made her way out of the office. Mr Larson was leaving the kitchen armed with a microwaved meal as she walked towards the exit. “Goodnight, Mr Larson,” she said.
“Working at the bar again, Miss Farrow?” he said.
“Yes, sir.”
“Do I not pay you enough?”
She blushed. “It is not that, sir. I have a few…debts that I have to pay off.”
“That’s irresponsible of you?” he said, raising an eyebrow.
She glared slightly and looked away from him.
Who does he think he is?
“Have a good weekend, sir,” she said and left the building.
Layla had finished serving a group of office workers when she noticed another customer waiting on his own. She caught her breath.
“Mr Larson,” she greeted him. “What can I get you?”
“An apology.”
“Excuse me?” she asked.
“I hadn’t finished speaking to you when you left earlier. That was rather rude,” Mr Larson said.
His eyes were intense, but oh so handsome.
“I am sorry, sir. I will accept your…corrections to my conduct in the workplace, but not in my personal life.”
“Your personal life affects the workplace.”
“I know,” she said. “I manage as best as I can. Can I get you a drink because it is getting busy?”
“You can buy me a drink.”
“What? Why?”
“To apologise for your rudeness.”
“I’m not buying you a drink. I have said I am sorry.”
“Layla, there are customers piling up. I don’t pay you to gossip,” shouted Aaron.
“Coming,” Layla called to him before she turned back to Mr Larson. “You’re going to get me in trouble, do you want a drink or not?”
“No,” he said. “See you Monday.” And then he left.
Layla was too busy to think about the odd meeting with Mr Larson until she arrived home after two in the morning. She was exhausted again, but she could not sleep. She wasn’t aroused this time. She was annoyed. Mr Larson had tried to bully her. He tried to make her buy him a drink because she was rude! He was the judgemental one. He was just a bully. He had taken advantage of her. She felt stupid that she had let him spank her. She was so shy and gullible, he must have known he could get her to agree. Get her to submit to him.
Despite her exhausting weekend, Layla made sure she was early for work on Monday. She was sat at her desk flicking through some files when Mr Larson entered the office. She swallowed nervously.
“Good morning, Mr Larson,” she said.
“Miss Farrow.” He nodded tersely as he passed her.
“Mr Larson,” she called. He stopped and turned. She lowered her head. “I did not mean to seem rude on Friday.”
“You are walking a thin line, Miss Farrow,” he said. “Your willingness to get yourself in so much debt that you have to work two full-time jobs to pay it back does not instil me with much confidence in you. It makes me concerned. I want reliable, responsible employees.”
Will he sack me for having debts? Is that even legal?
“I didn’t mean to get into debt.” She started to explain.
“No one does.” He sneered. “What was it? Holidays? Shoes?”
Judgemental bastard!
“No,” she snapped. “I tried to set up my own business when I left university, but it failed. I’m probably stupid and naïve and not as great at business as you are, but I tried. I don’t appreciate being judged.”
He regarded her coolly. “My office. At the end of the day,” he said sternly.
Layla fumed. “Why?” she asked.
Mr Larson didn’t answer, and he strode to his office.
Does he really want to spank me for what I said? He is an ass. I’m not going. When the end of the day arrives, I am going home.
Layla remained annoyed for much of the day. She spent her lunch break searching online for another job and felt tearful that nothing she found would pay as well.
I have a blasted degree, and I can’t do anything with it. Perhaps I can retrain. What about teaching? No, how will I pay my debts?
She felt so trapped and frightened by Mr Larson. Against her better judgement, she knocked on his door once everyone had left.
“Take a seat, Miss Farrow,” he said.
She obeyed, though she said nothing.
“How much are your debts?” he asked.
He is obsessed!
She sighed and answered him. “I have my student loan. For my business I took out a loan of ten thousand pounds initially, but then I took a further loan of five thousand when my business failed, in order to help pay wages and suppliers.”
“You settled up before you ended your business? You got yourself into further debt?”
“Yes, but I didn’t want anyone to be out of pocket for my mistakes,”
He gave a slight smile. “How much do you still owe?”
She shrugged. “I have taken them out over five years, and I’ve paid two years on one and eighteen months on the other—I have paid more than the rate, but I don’t have a settlement figure.”
He folded his arms and sat back. “The payments can’t be that high. Surely you don’t need two jobs. I pay you well.”
She shuffled nervously.
Why is he interrogating me?
“I try to pay as much as possible. I don’t want to spend five years paying them off. I want to be able to enjoy holidays and buy a house.”
He nodded. His eyes remained cold, but they were beautiful and smouldered beneath his dark lashes. He was very handsome—even if he was stern and incredibly nosey. “I have a proposition for you,” he said. “I suspected that I might get you to agree to the spanking, though I did not expect you to take it as well as you did.”
“I cried throughout.”
“Yes, but I was impressed with your obedience. I like that you’re naturally submissive.”
What is he saying?
“You enjoyed it, did you not?”
“Parts,” she admitted, blushing.
“I wonder if you would allow me to do it on a regular basis.”
“You want to spank me regularly? Even when I don’t deserve it?”
“It can be for pleasure as well as punishment. That would depend on our needs. If you agree, then I will pay you what you would lose from your bar job.”
“This sounds like prostitution.”
“It’s a pay rise,” he said.
She cursed her body for its excited response to his offer. Her pussy was soaking. “How often?” she asked. “I could not tolerate such a beating every night.”
“Once per week at my home. I may also administer the occasional punishment in my office.”
“I’m afraid of being caned.”
“We can work up to it or leave it out,” he said.
“That’s all you want to do? Just spank me?”
He smiled. “It’s all I
need to do. All that I cannot fulfil elsewhere. It is hard to find a woman who will tolerate this. But, it arouses me, and if you wish, there can be a sexual element.”
“So you’ll pay me what I earn from the bar for spending one night a week with you?”
“I will increase your salary by the equivalent of your bar earnings if you agree to quit that job so you are in work on time every day and also spend a few hours with me at my pleasure.”
She had thought he meant one night’s earnings, but he meant all of it! She stayed calm.
Why am I even considering this? Why am I excited by it?
“Your pleasure?” she asked calmly.
“Yes. I hope that you enjoy the experience, but I won’t go out of my way to make sure that you do. This arrangement is to fulfil my needs. You won’t always like it, sometimes you will receive pain, but I hope you will accept it. You feel the need to be dominated?”
“I suppose.”
“Then you agree?”
“I don’t know,” she said. “What if I don’t like it?”
“Then it stops.”
“I won’t be fired?”
“No, and provided you have met me at least twice, I will pay for a month afterwards to give you time to find alternative secondary employment.”
She bit her lip. “You’re taking advantage of me. Of my shyness and my situation.”
“Yes. It turns me on, but I’m not forcing you to accept. That’s up to you.”
Her head told her to run, but her groin screamed at her to accept.
It might be fun.
“I will give it a try,” she murmured.
“Excellent,” he said. “There are conditions, of course. I must have your discretion—no one else must know. Outside of this arrangement we are employer and employee—do not expect that we are to become more acquainted.”
“Yes, sir.”
“We may as well start now. Bend over the desk.”
“Yes, sir,” she said, feeling a touch excited.
What am I doing? I must be crazy.
She obeyed him and bent over his desk.
She did not try to disguise her arousal this time, and when he noticed her soaking thighs he asked her if she wanted to play before he had her turn onto her back and spread her legs wide.
“You’re a dirty girl, Miss Farrow. Only a filthy whore gets wet while her boss punishes her.”
“Yes, sir. I’m sorry, sir.” She lifted her head to look at him.
“You will be,” he smiled wickedly and picked up the leather crop. “Let’s see how wet you are when I’ve finished.”
Layla gasped loudly as the crop hit her clit. She clamped her legs together.
“Spread your legs, Miss Farrow,” Mr Larson snapped. “I will tie you up if you close them again.”
“Yes, sir.” She opened her legs and allowed him to beat her clit.
She moaned. It wasn’t painful; in fact, it felt delicious. She was still very wet.
“You like that, you little slut. Unfasten your blouse. Let me see those tits.”
“Yes, sir.”
She gasped as the crop hit her breasts, each bite making her nipples more erect. She moaned with pleasure. How thrilling it was to lie with her legs open on Mr Larson’s desk. She wanted him to fuck her. She hoped he would fuck her.
“Stand up and strip.”
“Yes, sir.”
She felt no shame as she stood naked in front of him. She was thoroughly excited. Her bottom was red, her clit was swollen, her nipples hard, and she wanted more. She could not wait to find out what he would do to her next. She dropped her head to the floor to submit to him.
“Good girl,” he said. “You’re a good obedient girl.”
“Thank you, sir,” she said.
“But girls always deserve to be punished.”
“Yes, sir.”
“What have you done, slut? What have you done to deserve punishment?”
“I pleasured myself after you punished me last week.”
“That was very naughty.”
“Yes, sir.”
“And what do you think I should do to you?”
She thought for a moment. She did not want him to hurt her, but she wanted to feel punished. She wanted to please him. “Ten strokes with the paddle, sir.”
“Very good,” he said. “Now ask me nicely, and I might reward you.”
“Please, Mr Larson. I have been very naughty. Please, will you punish me by hitting me ten times with your paddle? I thoroughly deserve it, and I will be very grateful.”
“Of course.” He smiled. “Bend over.”
He made her stand and grasp the desk chair arms as he beat her. She had to tense her body to stop the chair from moving. She gasped and moaned from every stroke, but it felt so satisfying.
Yes! Ouch, but yes!
Her bottom throbbed when he allowed her to stand.
“Thank you, Mr Larson. I deserved that.”
“You did, and you are welcome. Now how will you express your gratitude?”
“I will allow you to use my body for your pleasure.” She looked towards the floor.
“Kneel.” She obeyed and heard him unfastening his trousers. “Suck me.”
“Yes, sir.” She took his length into her mouth.
He was so big. Layla could not take all of him, and she gagged as he pushed his shaft into her mouth. He placed his hands on either side of her head and fucked her mouth. She tried to push him away so she didn’t gag, but he was too strong. She sucked in between his strokes and felt her eyes water as his cock hit the back of her throat. He pulled out of her mouth and sprayed his come on her face.
Argh!
She had never had anyone come on her face. It was hot and sticky, and in her mouth. It excited her. She felt thrilled from kneeling in front of this man while he used her. He degraded her, and it turned her on.
She licked his come from his cock while he stood in front of her holding onto a fistful of her hair. When she had cleaned him, he let go of her hair.
“You’re dismissed, Miss Farrow,” he said, fastening his trousers and taking a seat at his desk. “I will email you the details of our arrangement for you to peruse this evening.”
He didn’t look up as he continued with his work.
“Yes, sir.” She collected her clothes. “Goodnight, sir.”
She left his office and strode to the toilets. She was naked, and her face was covered with Mr Larson’s come. The thought made her wetter. She had hoped he would fuck her, but he said he would not prioritise her pleasure. Still, the idea of him using her for his pleasure was arousing. She brought herself to climax before she cleaned up and got dressed.
Layla was not due to work in the bar that night, though she called in to speak to Aaron and hand in her resignation. Aaron grumbled about the lack of notice. Although it was not the complete truth, Layla told him she was leaving because she did not find her pay satisfactory after he had docked it. She said she did not think the pay was worth her giving up so much of her time. Aaron offered to reimburse her and write the mistakes off, but she declined.
Layla was thrilled to have left the bar job. She had hated it. She had hated how she never got a day off, she hated that she was always exhausted, and she hated that the penny-pinching Aaron took every error in her till—even when she confirmed she had added items by mistake and the money was right—from her wages. She felt no guilt in leaving Aaron down a member of staff, though she hoped it would not make life too difficult for her colleagues.
She strolled home with her tip jar and her last pay packet and very much looked forward to her evenings and weekends off. Though, perhaps her new duties for Mr Larson as a sex worker would be worse!
It is only one night a week. I enjoyed tonight. This arrangement could be a lot of fun.
Layla sat on her bed and waited for her laptop to load. Her bottom still felt hot and sore.
I will
have to grow accustomed to this.
She checked her personal emails and found an email from Mr Larson’s personal account waiting for her.
Miss Farrow,
I am pleased to find that you will accept my proposal. I have detailed the finer points of our arrangement:
Discretion is a must. You will tell no one of what we do.
* You will attend my home once per week, usually on a Wednesday evening unless a change of day is agreed.
* While you are in my home, you will obey my commands. However, if you wish the proceedings to stop then use the safe word ‘red,’ if you would like things to continue, but less intensely then the word ‘amber’ can be used. All pleas such as ‘stop’, ‘no’, ‘don’t’ etc. will be ignored, and I will assume you wish to continue if you do not use the safe words. That said, I will closely look for signs that you are distressed or receiving an excess of pain. Do not hesitate to use the safe words—there will be no repercussions for using them.
* I will administer spanking for punishment or pleasure as I see fit, and I will use a range of implements to do this. I will never cause you injury or damage to your skin other than bruising and redness.
* I will use leather, ropes, chains, or tape to restrain you—if you are not happy with this, then please say so in advance.
* Once you are more accustomed to the arrangement, I may gag or blindfold you—you are under no obligation to accept this.
* I assume from our play earlier that you agree to a sexual element. I will not always assume this is the case, and I will seek permission to use you sexually. Though you are clearly in control of the situation, I do wish to feel as though I have complete control. Therefore I will assume your consent is implied if you obey commands to ‘open your legs’, ‘bend over’, or ‘kneel’ etc. If you are not happy, then please use the safe words as I will discipline disobedience and will not treat it as lack of consent unless safe words are used. I will always use a condom to penetrate you.
* You are to behave submissively at all times while you are in my home. Sit and stand only when given leave to do so. Keep your eyes lowered to the floor and address me only as ‘sir’, ‘master’ or ‘Mr Larson’. If you are rude, or you answer me back, then you will be punished.