“Yes?” I asked when I came to a stop in front of his desk.
He frowned at me and looked even more like his brother. “Well, I called you in to see how your first week was going, but I see something of concern.”
Crap.
“The dress code requires you to wear your hair up in the office.”
“Yes, I had it that way, but your brother—”
“What about the rest of the dress code? Are you abiding by that?”
“Of course.”
He seemed even more annoyed at my answer. I remembered that his brother had set the rest of the dress code. Dixon was only responsible for the hair rule, the one rule I wasn’t in compliance with.
I watched his jaw tick and the thought crossed my mind that I might have gotten myself into the middle of some heavy-duty sibling rivalry.
“Did my brother check to see if you were in compliance with the other rules?”
“Huh? Um…no.”
“It’s not his job anyway. It’s mine. Turn to the side so I can look at your heels.”
I did as he asked, feeling ridiculous. But if my hair wasn’t in compliance, at least I knew my heels were.
“Okay,” he said. I turned to face him again. “But I don’t think you’re wearing a bra.”
I gasped. “Of course I am.”
“Show it to me.”
Show it to me. His words replayed several times in my brain as I tried to decide if he’d really said them. A tingly warmth crept over me.
I knew I should quit at that moment. I should walk out and never return, but there was a badly-needed paycheck coming my way in a little over a week. At the very least, I needed to keep this job until I could find another one.
And there was that tingling… No, I could not develop a thing for my boss.
I considered trying to talk him out of this, but his expression was as deadly serious as his brother’s ever was.
I could sense the flush crawling up my neck. My chest was certainly bright red already.
My top two buttons were already undone. I unbuttoned two more and pulled the sides apart, allowing the bow in the middle of my bra to peek through.
He nodded, and I quickly buttoned up.
“Is there anything else?” I asked.
“Yes. Are those pantyhose you’re wearing?”
I froze. Where was this going? Liquid need oozed down my middle toward my crotch. I thought about how long it had been since I’d had a man.
I pushed the thought away and pried my dry mouth open. “No. They’re thigh highs.”
“I’m not sure I can believe you, since you didn’t bother to comply with the other part of the dress code.” A twinkle made its way back into his eyes, though his lips didn’t curl into a smile.
I was suddenly sweltering in the office, even though the air conditioning was set at a constant seventy-two degrees by the elder Maddox.
Dixon stood and walked around the desk. “I’ll have to see for myself.”
I turned slightly to face him, and started inching my brown skirt up my leg, planning to stop as soon as the band of the thigh highs was visible.
“No,” he said. “I’ll check for myself.” He sat down in the guest chair a couple of feet from where I was standing. “Come here.”
Feeling as if my legs could give way at any moment, I took a step toward him. He put his hand on my backside, pulling me in another step.
“Turn around.”
When I complied, his palm made contact with my calf, slowly skimming its way up to the back of my thigh.
I was afraid to exhale because a sigh was caught in my throat, waiting to escape.
My skirt rose as his hand continued up my leg until he traced the top of my hose with one finger.
I gasped.
He chuckled. He moved my skirt up to my waist. The cool breeze from the AC chilled my bottom.
His finger slid upward and traced the edge of my panties. He rested his palm on the curve of my bottom.
Mmmm… How long since I’d had a warm masculine hand on my skin? My ass muscles flexed involuntarily at his touch.
“White cotton bikinis. My favorite,” he said in a husky voice.
I’d bought a whole package of them because they were cheap, but why did it please me so much that he liked them? I should be angry with him for this personal intrusion.
I heard a rumble from deep in his throat, but he cleared it and dropped my skirt.
“Okay, you passed inspection. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
I was overwhelmed by a sense of relief…and disappointment. Smoothing my skirt down, I fled the office.
Chapter Three
I was a bundle of nerves in the office Friday morning. I couldn’t stop thinking of how two bosses had been inappropriate with me, and I’d gotten a thrill both times.
What did that say about me?
I’d been focusing on nothing but finding a job for the past several months. Was I so sexually deprived, my body would respond to any attention, no matter how inappropriate?
Maybe.
I obviously needed to pick up some random guy and get laid, although I’d never actually done that before. Around the same time I’d lost my job, I’d also lost my boyfriend of two years.
And why didn’t a one night stand sound as good as having these weird interludes with my demanding bosses?
Maybe the stress of the last few months had taken a toll on my mental condition. That would make sense, considering my nutty genes.
“Tessa. Come here.”
My heart skipped a beat. Mason was calling me. I took some calming breaths.
After all, I worked for him. There could be a thousand reasons for him to call me into his office.
When I entered, I noticed he was looking over the figures I’d entered into a profit and loss spreadsheet.
“There’s a problem.”
Damn, damn, damn! I’d gone over those figures three times to make sure I’d gotten them right. How could there be a problem?
I cleared my throat and tried not to squeak. “What is it?”
“This figure is incorrect.” He pointed to a number, then pushed the document I’d taken it from toward me.
They didn’t match. But I remembered this page in particular. I even remembered entering five thousand, five hundred, fifty-five because it was such a notable number. Except now the spreadsheet read “three thousand, five hundred, fifty-five.”
Did someone change it? They had to have, unless I was losing my mind. But if I said that, it would mean accusing one of my employers because we were the only three people working in this office.
“I’m sorry,” I said quickly. “I can go back through all the numbers.”
“This was a two-thousand dollar mistake. There should be consequences for a mistake that big.”
“Please don’t dock my pay. I have to pay my moth—”
“I wouldn’t dream of docking your pay. But I need to make sure you remember not to be so careless in the future.”
“Oh, I—”
He put up a hand to silence me as he stood from his desk, pushing his nameplate and ornate pen holder aside.
“Bend over the desk.”
“What?”
“Bend forward. Rest the front of your body on my desk.”
“But—” Surely he wasn’t asking this of me.
“Now!”
I complied. The chilled mahogany against my breasts hardened my nipples, even through the bra and cotton blouse.
Mason began unbuckling his belt as he moved around the desk toward me. A strange sensation skittered through my body…anticipation. What was wrong with me?
Was he going to take me like this in his office? Would he jam his hard cock into me and fuck me senseless? Did I even want that with him?
My lonely pussy called out “Yes!” while my brain yelled “No!” I really wasn’t into Mason.
“What are you going to do?” I asked nervously.
“You need to be discipli
ned for your mistakes, as outlined in the contract.”
The contract? The one I hadn’t bothered to read all the way through? What in the world had I signed up for?
My skirt inched up slowly. I pressed my palms into the hard wood of the desk, as I waited to feel his touch.
When my skirt was at my waist, he asked, “How many do you think would be fair?”
How many what? Strokes of his cock? Orgasms?
“I don’t know,” I replied.
“I think five is fair in this situation, since it’s the number you should have entered in the first place.”
Five didn’t seem like a lot of strokes, but it would be an awful lot of orgasms. I was confused…until the first contact.
Whack!
His belt stung the backs of my thighs. I gasped and my body started to straighten in automatic defense, but he pushed me down.
Whack!
The slap of the leather on the tender skin of my thighs sent pain up into my ass as juices rushed to my pussy.
Was this turning me on?
Whack!
After the third time, the sting in between belt lashes was almost as bad as the contact itself. Yet, my thighs squeezed together, attempting to give my crotch its much needed attention.
Whack!
“Oh!” I said loudly.
That one was harder. Tears broke through and hung in the corners of my eyes. He was certainly leaving marks.
I held my breath, waiting for the final blow, wondering if he would pull my panties down and fuck me afterward. I imagined his brother Dixon bending me over the desk like this.
Whack!
The last one was so hard, my knees buckled at the intensity. The backs of my thighs burned like someone had taken a curling iron to them. And my pussy was soaking wet.
I was glad I had underwear on, since the idea of Mason knowing how wet I was from his punishment was unthinkable.
What was wrong with me? I thought about my crazy mother. But if this was crazy, it was a whole different brand of crazy. Maybe it didn’t matter, though. Maybe a crazy gene was a crazy gene.
My ass was suddenly warm again, and I realized Mason had replaced my skirt.
No sex. Just a bizarre, humiliating punishment. How was I supposed to face him again?
“I lost track of time. I have a meeting to go to.” He went around the desk and yanked his suit jacket from the back of his chair.
And he was gone.
*****
When I heard the door close, I lifted myself from the desk. I stood in the middle of the office for a moment feeling completely bewildered.
He had punished me in the most embarrassing, humiliating way I could have imagined.
Although he was handsome, I wasn’t especially attracted to him. Yet, I’d been completely aroused by what he’d done to me.
I raised the bottom of my skirt and ran my hands up the backs of my thighs to where my skin still burned.
There was no mirror in the room, so I couldn’t see how badly he’d marked me. But the idea of tangible proof of his punishment sent a fresh thrill through my body.
I sat down on the edge of the desk and took a deep breath. I needed to go home and pull myself together. Mason had left and his brother hadn’t been in all day. Maybe I could sneak out early.
I was still contemplating the idea when I opened the office door and nearly collided with Dixon, who’d been strolling up the hall.
“Whoa!” he said as he grabbed my arms to keep us from running into each other. He stepped back and took a good long look at me.
Did I look as disheveled as I felt?
“I ran into my brother in the elevator,” he said. “Was he in there with you?”
“Yes,” I replied. I certainly didn’t want him to think I was skulking around Mason’s office alone with the door closed.
“Come with me.”
I followed him to his office, wishing I could go home and clear my head.
“What happened in there?” He didn’t sit in his executive chair as I expected. Instead he rested his ass on the corner of his desk, which meant I’d stopped too close. We were only a couple of feet apart.
“He was just pointing out a small mistake I made on a spreadsheet.”
“A mistake?”
“Yes. I’ll fix it. And I’ll go back over the spread—”
He waved his hand as though totally disinterested in the spreadsheet. “Did he punish you?”
Uh-oh. Why did that feel like a loaded question? “Um…yes.”
His jaw clenched and he looked in the direction of his brother’s office. “I guess he forgot that it’s my responsibility to discipline employees.”
He stared at me as if expecting me to answer.
“I guess so,” I said.
“How did he do it…discipline you?”
I swallowed hard, embarrassed to admit what had happened. “The belt,” I whispered.
“The belt. Huh! Bend over my desk. I want to see the marks.”
Tentatively, I stepped forward and bent over his desk, pressing my chest against the top of it. My nipples noted that oak was every bit as cool as mahogany in air conditioning.
I rested my cheek against the wood and closed my eyes, not knowing what to expect from him. Sympathy? Anger? Sexual advances?
My skirt came up and he smoothed his hands over my scorched flesh. That was nice. Mason punishing me, Dixon comforting me. This wasn’t so bad.
“The belt? On thighs?” he said incredulously. “My brother has no idea how to discipline an employee properly. I’ll have to do it right.”
What?
I started to push up from the desk. “But he already—”
“Our daddy had a saying: ‘It’s not done if it’s not done right.’” He ran his hand up my back, applying enough pressure to force me back onto the desk.
I was angry. I wasn’t a slave these Neanderthals could treat any way they wanted.
Or was I?
The idea of being the Maddox boys’ sex slave sent a quiver through my body.
No, not sex. I wasn’t having sex with my bosses. I was simply being punished for poor work, which was probably completely normal in Texas…
Not.
“The thighs are much too delicate.” Dix’s fingers caressed my tender skin. “You can leave marks for days. I prefer the ass myself.” His fingers looped into the top of my panties.
His knuckles scraped over my flesh as the cotton slid down and caught at the tops of my thigh-high hose.
I took in a shaky breath. The idea of being in such a vulnerable position with Dixon sent a liquid rush to my pussy.
“It’s a shame to punish something so beautiful,” he said as his palm slid over the curve of my bottom. “But I will, if that’s what it takes to make you an exemplary employee. How many did my brother give you?”
“Five.”
“Five. Crazy. Only even numbers are appropriate for punishments. I’ll give you six.”
In normal circumstances, I’d laugh at the silly one-upmanship. Instead, I held my breath and waited, my body shaking in anticipation.
Smack.
When his hand made contact, I knew he was right. He was better at this than his brother. The sting created by the impact of his warm hand on my chilled bottom was pure ecstasy.
Smack!
The sound of the second swat was every bit as arousing as the sting. It echoed off the walls of his office. My clit throbbed. My thighs squeezed together, attempting to satisfy it.
Please let this be foreplay!
Smack!
Ouch! My ass cried out that this was enough punishment, yet I still wasn’t ready for it to be over.
“Are you sorry you were so careless?” Dixon asked.
“No.” The word just slipped out. It was an honest answer, both because I didn’t think I’d made the math mistake in the first place, and because this was the most erotic thing that had ever happened to me.
How could I be sorry?
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bsp; “No? Then, I guess I’m not trying hard enough.”
Smack!
The swat was so hard it knocked the breath out of me. I sucked in air and couldn’t help but moan at the residual pain.
“That’s more like it,” Dixon said. “I feel like I’m getting through to you, now.”
Smack!
The stinging ache mixed with extreme arousal caused a confusing swirl in my gut. My pussy throbbed with need.
As much as I’d enjoyed the punishment at first, I was glad it was over. I couldn’t have taken much more.
“Have you learned your lesson?” Dixon’s hand rested on my bare ass.
“Um-hmm,” I replied.
“Here in Texas we say ‘Yes, sir,’ and ‘No, sir.’ I think you might need help remembering that.”
Smack!
Oh God! The stinging had been exhilarating, but the bruised sensation was too much. I had mentally prepared myself for six. Now he was going rogue, and I was starting to feel desperate.
“No!” I said as I started to lift myself from the desk.
Smack!
I whimpered. I needed him to stop spanking me and start fucking me.
“No, what?”
“No, sir.”
“I think you’ve learned your lesson.” He slid my panties up my thighs and over my rear end.
All that punishment and no sex to show for it? My whole body sighed in disappointment.
“You’ve had a long day,” Dixon said. “Why don’t you take off a few minutes early?”
I straightened with as much dignity as I could muster under the circumstances and pushed my skirt down to cover my ass. I had no idea what to say, so I simply turned and walked out.
When I got to the hall, I headed straight for the tiny office bathroom and locked myself in. There was a full-length mirror on the inside of the door. I turned, lifted my skirt, and pulled my panties down to my knees.
Red lines marked the backs of my thighs. My ass was fuchsia.
As I gazed at my battered backside, my hand went automatically to caress my pussy lips. My finger slid between them and found the nub inside.
I swirled faster and faster until my legs gave way and I crumpled to the floor in hot spasms.
Chapter Four
I ended up at work an hour early on Monday morning, since I’d awakened at five, too excited to sleep anymore.
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