by Bledar Tola
Bent over the counter of the sink, she met her own wide eyes in the full wall mirror and then looked to him. He was leaning back, his head tilted, his gaze falling somewhere behind her. Her heart was beating very fast.
"Shorts down."
She heard herself whimper, but it was his tone that seemed to prompt her response, making her fingers hook the elastic band, sliding the white material over her bottom, down to mid thigh.
"Panties, too."
Her eyes pleaded with him, but he wasn't looking at her face. There seemed nothing to do but comply. Her face burned and her chest was constricted as she slid her plain white cotton panties down to mid thigh as well.
"Mr. Kaiser—" she started, thinking to reason with him, to say something to end this craziness, but she couldn't think of what to follow it with.
That's when his hand came down, a jarring sting that made her gasp out loud with the force of it. The flush of her humiliation was immediate and two rosy patches appeared on her face in the mirror. His hand came down again, this time across her other cheek, the sound of it loudly shocking in the small, cramped space of the bathroom.
Her ass cheeks smarted and she started to feel a heat as the spanking went on, his slaps coming faster, harder. She couldn't stop the silent tears, her lower lip trembling, her breath coming in soft hitches.
He was thundering behind her, his face stoic in the mirror. The only indication of emotion was in his eyes, the way they seemed to caress the red, burning skin he was kindling. She started to squirm, making soft noises, her breath fogging the mirror more with every blow.
"Mr. Kaiser!" she gasped, her hands curling, one of them clutching the stained trousers in her fist.
The sound of her voice stopped him and she could see his chest heaving, his gaze still moving over her behind. He lifted his hand, the one he had used to spank her with, rubbing his fingers together as he met her eyes in the mirror. Emily trembled at the dark look in them.
He moved in behind her and she could feel his erection through his boxers nestled between her cheeks. The soft satiny feel of the fabric was heaven against her hot, prickling skin. His eyes never left hers as he grabbed her hips, squeezing, holding her there against him. She watched his eyes close for a moment as he drew a deep, belly breath.
"Mr. Kaiser?" she whispered, her ass clenching, his cock twitching.
He let go, leaning back and moving his hand over her behind, a soft caress. She swallowed, watching him, finding it hard to breathe.
"Your debt is paid," he said quietly, turning toward the door and taking the clean trousers out of the dry cleaning bag.
Emily struggled with her panties and shorts, pulling them back up over her tingling bottom as he buttoned his pants.
"I'm sorry," she whispered again, holding out the damp, stained pair of trousers.
"They're useless to me," he said, running a hand through his hair.
Emily noticed his palm was red, realizing with a jolt that it was the hand he had used to spank her with. He reached past her and opened the door, grabbing the dry cleaning bag.
"My keys," he said, holding out his hand.
Emily dug into her pocket and fumbled them as she gave them over. He moved around her, heading out the door.
"Mr. Kaiser," she murmured, leaning against counter, her bottom still burning.
"Yes, Emily?"
She didn't know what she was going to say, what she wanted to say, and what came out surprised them both. "Thank you."
He gave her a brief nod and was gone.
Emily shut the door and locked it, slipping her shorts and panties down and turning to inspect her red, raw bottom in the mirror. She stayed that way, turned and looking over her shoulder as she slid her hand down between her legs.
Her fingers found their way through her swollen, wet slit, parting her lips and rubbing, remembering his eyes, the force and weight of him behind her. The heat in her bottom spread between her legs as she touched herself, still seeing him, the red flash of his palm, the square set of his jaw, the thick press of his cock between her cheeks.
She rubbed herself until she was panting with the effort, still hearing his voice telling her to "bend over"... remembering the sharpness of each blow, how accurate and precise... and the delicious, thrilling way he closed his eyes and breathed her in at the end.
Her fingers probed deeper, slipping in and out of her wetness as she worked her clit, her other hand squeezing the red, tingling flesh of her ass. Her pussy was slick with her built up excitement and it squelched as she fingered herself, the rhythmic sound loud in the little bathroom.
She whispered his name, "Mr. Kaiser," over and over, her fingers digging deep, rubbing hard, her pussy throbbing and aching for release. She didn't stop, she couldn't stop, even when Jack pounded on the door, not until she made herself cum, fingers plunging, her other hand sliding over her ass where he had given her his final, parting caress.
Her climax was so intense that she had to bite her lip to keep from making any noise as it shook her, the red heat flooding her entire body as she quivered and rocked against the counter.
"Emily!" Jack called, knocking again. "Hey! Are you ok?"
She yanked up her shorts and panties, breathing a shaky sigh as she turned on the water to wash her hands.
"I'm ok," she gasped. "Be out in a minute."
Bending over again and pressing her forehead to the mirror, she whispered, "Perhaps a simple punishment is in order." Just the sound of the words made her tremble.
She stood, swallowing, still shaky, her cheeks red with her secret shame as she finally opened the door to Jack's insistent knocking.
Chapter 2
Emily's bottom stung for an hour after he left, but the tingling feeling in her body remained all through the night. When her alarm went off at four in the morning, she could still feel it, like a low amp current buzzing through her.
Mr. Kaiser had been gone when she went back out onto the set, and she wasn't brave enough to ask Ty or Jack when or if he might be back—but she did take his pants. She folded them carefully and put them into her backpack.
It was strange—disturbing, even—her response to the events of the day before, but it was larger than life, much bigger than she was and beyond her somehow. Her body was craving something that she didn't understand, and no matter how much her head insisted she was crazy, it wanted what it wanted.
She floated until she found herself back on the set, like a blissful deja vu, delivering coffee and holding Ty's camera. It was only when the lunches were delivered again and the girls began picking through them that she came back to earth, realizing that he wasn't coming back.
All morning she had watched the parking lot, looking for a red Porsche, her bottom tingling and clenching. She imagined him striding back onto the beach, swinging his cane, his dark eyes finding her.
She waited, but he didn't come, and around lunch time, she found herself sitting morosely in the chair he had occupied the day before, eating a banana and poking at a hermit crab in the sand with a stick. What had she expected, anyway?
Still, her bottom tingled with the memory.
"Hey." Jack sat in the sand next to her with his sandwich.
"Hey." Emily flipped the crab over, watching it squirm and withdraw further into its shell. She knew how it felt. She turned it back again, watching it inch away.
"Ty's better today," Jack remarked, nodding over to where he was laughing with one of the models. "Kaiser freaks him out."
"Mmm." She nodded, sighed, poked her stick into the sand.
It was the perfect opportunity to ask, would he be back, did he only come on the first day of the shoot? Still, she couldn't seem to form the words.
"Oh, shit," he said, digging into his jeans pocket. "I forgot, Kaiser gave me this for you yesterday. Between Ty running me ragged and Jessica's..."
Emily didn't hear any more, although he continued talking. She was unfolding a square, thick piece of paper with the initials "WRK" at
the top. His scrawl was large and slanted and the message was short. My office. Tomorrow. Noon. Don't be late. Kaiser.
"Fuck," she whispered, looking at her watch. It was 11:12 a.m. She didn't know if she could make it in time.
"What are you doing?" Jack asked as she bolted out of her chair, starting for the trailer.
"Gotta go!" She grabbed her backpack from inside the trailer door, ignoring the startled looks on the girls' faces as she slammed it behind her.
"Emily!?" Ty called after her, but she didn't even look back as she headed for the parking lot, walking at first, and then breaking into a run.
Kaiser's office building was downtown, and between traffic and finding parking, it was 11:58 a.m. by the time she burst through the main doors of the skyscraper to ask where she could find his office at the front desk. It wasn't until that moment, with the security guard staring at her bare legs, that she realized she was still dressed for the beach in shorts and a t shirt.
"What floor?" the woman in the pinstriped suit with the short dark bob asked as Emily slipped onto the elevator.
"Forty eight," she murmured, still out of breath.
The numbers seemed to take forever to tick by, people getting on, getting off, and every time she looked at her watch, another minute had passed. By the time the elevator opened at her floor, it was 12:05 p.m. No one got off with her, and as the doors closed behind her, she looked around for a receptionist, but there was no one at the desk.
She adjusted her backpack on her shoulder—to her left was a closed door, and to her right was a hallway. As she stood, shifting from foot to foot and considering, the door to her left opened, revealing Mr. Kaiser looking at his watch.
"Five minutes late, Emily," he remarked, waving her in. "Come in, please. Take a seat."
Her belly did a little flip as she brushed by him, putting her backpack on the floor at her feet as she sat in one of the leather, wing backed chairs facing his desk.
"I'm sorry," she said, still a little breathless as he shut the door and sat across from her. "Jack didn't give me your note until this morning."
Digging into her pocket, she pulled out the folded paper and held it out to him—her invitation to be here. He just leaned back, tenting his fingers, looking at the note, and eventually she let it flutter to the desk, clasping her quivering hands in her lap.
"Do you know why I asked you here?"
She shook her head, feeling her ass clenched in the chair, her thighs damp and sticking to the leather.
He frowned. "When you answer me, Emily, I would appreciate either a spoken 'yes' or 'no,' followed by 'Mr. Kaiser' or 'sir.' Do you think you can comply?"
"Oh." She flushed, nodding, and said, "Yes, sir."
"Now, about the reason I asked you here..." His eyes moved over her face, down to her outfit, very similar to what she had worn the day before. "It is my general impression that you don't enjoy your job."
Emily opened her mouth to deny it and saw him raise his eyebrows, as if he knew what she meant to say. "Yes... sir. That's true."
He gave a brief nod. "I thought perhaps we might find something better suited to you at Kaiser."
She stared at him, all the breath gone from her body. Was he going to offer her a job in design?
"Can you type?" he asked, immediately dashing her hopes.
"Yes, sir," she replied with a frown.
He leaned forward in his chair, folding his hands and resting his arms on the desk. "You may have noticed that I don't have an office assistant out front? My last secretary was with me for eight years, and I have yet to find a replacement for her. It's been several months, now, and I admit, I'm becoming frustrated and I really do need someone."
Emily took a deep breath, glancing around the office. "I've never been anyone's secretary."
He shook his head, smiling. "Irrelevant. You have what I need."
"I... do?" she met his eyes, her breath coming a little faster as she squirmed in her seat. His eyes were dark, moving over her, and she couldn't help remembering the incident in the bathroom.
"I need someone who can follow orders," he said, leaning back in his chair again and she could see the memory of yesterday in his eyes. "Who would be willing to do whatever I asked. You showed me yesterday that you are... quite willing."
Emily swallowed, pressing her damp palms to her shorts. "I'm not sure I know what you mean?"
"Yes, you do." His eyes were smiling. "I compensate very well. You would be my assistant, answering my calls, handing my correspondence and taking care of my professional and personal needs during the day. Would you be interested in such an arrangement?"
It wasn't the promise if money or the poshness of his office, or even the fact that he was the head of one of the richest fashion companies in the world—it was the way he looked at her, with nothing concealed or disguised. His eyes saw directly through her, and there was no smugness in the way it appeared as if he had her figured out, because he had. They both knew it, and there was only one answer she could give him.
"Yes," she breathed, squeezing her hands together, her legs, too. "Sir."
He gave her a nod. "Good. I think we'll both be satisfied with the arrangement."
Opening the top drawer of his desk, he withdrew a large white envelope and slid it across the blotter. Emily didn't know if she should take it or not, so she kept her hands clasped, just looking from him to the envelope.
"This contains general information about Kaiser, which you have already, of course, since you are essentially already in my employ," he explained. "There is also a contract and information about duties as well as your salary and benefits."
She nodded, looking at his hand, the buffed, square nails, resting on the stark envelope. Her bottom tingled, remembering how red his palm had been after he spanked her. Shifting in her seat, she crossed one knee over the other, trying to make herself more comfortable with the yearning ache between her legs.
"If, for some reason, you read those over and change your mind," he said, nodding toward the envelope. "You simply need to tell me, and you will consequently stay in your current position."
"I can't imagine why I would object," she replied.
"No." He smiled. "I don't imagine you will. In spite of the apparent haste of my offer, I actually choose my assistants quite carefully."
Standing, he leaned his palms on the desk blotter, his eyes moving down the front of her t shirt, looking at her hands in her lap. "Now, there is just the matter of your tardiness."
Her heart leapt and she met his eyes, feeling faint. "My... tardiness?"
Mr. Kaiser reached underneath the desk and Emily heard the door behind her lock. The sound made her mouth go dry.
"One of the things that I cannot abide is lateness," he explained, reaching down and unbuckling his belt. She felt faint as she watched it slipping through the loops of his pants. "And you will find that I am quite unorthodox in my methods of discipline."
He snapped the belt in his hands and she jumped, gasping, her hand going to her throat as she stared at him. Doubling it over, he slapped it against his palm, the belt whistling and then smacking his flesh. Emily sat and wondered how much it would sting and she wiggled her bottom against the chair.
"It's a Vincente," he told her with a small smile. "Italian. Calf skin, medium weight. Makes a nice sound, doesn't it?"
She couldn't speak, she couldn't move, all she could seem to do was stare at the belt in his hands as her whole body flushed with a trembling heat.
"Emily?" he asked, cocking his head, reminding her. "I asked you a question."
"Yes, sir," she whispered, drawing a shaky breath.
"Come here," he instructed, and she recognized the tone immediately and obeyed, moving around to his side of the desk, amazed that her legs were holding her weight at all given how much they were shaking.
"You remember this," he murmured, tilting her chin up and she met his eyes, nodding. "Everything pulled down and bend over, please."
Emi
ly turned her back to him, knowing that this was what she came for. She didn't understand it and she didn't try to, she just slid her shorts and panties down for him and bent over the desk like she was told. Her body was tight and tense with anticipation and she closed her eyes.
"Take them off," he directed and she looked back at him, wiggling them the rest of the way down and stepping out. "And spread your legs."
She moved her thighs apart, feeling the cool air against the moist heat there, and gasped when his hands pressed them open even further.