A Shadow of Doubt

by Dakota Black

  “I do,” Betsy said, her voice shaking. “My husband and I entered into this type of relationship almost a year ago. At first everything was wonderful. Then I started acting out, pushing against the rules. He spanks me but thinks that I need to be put on a maintenance schedule. What are your thoughts?”

  “Maintenance schedule?” Dani asked out loud. She noticed the huge red and green sign and pulled into the parking lot.

  “That’s a very good question. For listeners who don’t understand, maintenance spankings are a technique used with many couples. Punishment, usually in the form of spanking, is used on a regular and scheduled basis. While the usual method is for the head of the household to provide punishment only as needed, in this case, spankings would be scheduled on the calendar. This might mean spankings once a day, every morning or three times a week. Couples often feel this provides additional balance while allowing the man, or whoever is the head of household, to solidify his level of authority. I have used this method before and generally find great success.”

  Dani remained in her seat. She was tingling, sweating and her heart was racing. Because of a radio show with some guy who was probably reading from a text book? She rubbed her forehead and placed her hand on the ignition. Time was of the essence. Well, she had work to do but she could wait. Maybe just one last question.

  “There is a debate in the DD community as to whether an implement is needed when spankings are given. Of course, there are many options besides the use of the hand: a brush, straps, floggers, switches, paddles and canes. My preferred method is a combination. The implement used should, in my opinion, reflect the crime so to speak. Each infraction should be handled on a case by case basis. If a single lie was told, perhaps over the knee with an open hand is best. For a continuous pattern, a belt can be very influential in changing abhorrent behaviors.”

  Dani’s breath was ragged. She glanced around the parking lot, as if everyone knew what she was listening to. A belt? Shit, her father had used a belt on her once when she was a small child and her mother about killed him. She thought about her parents, something she hadn’t done in a long time. Losing them at such an early age had been tough. They’d taught her about tough love, controlled love. Now, she wondered whether they were involved in domestic discipline. She wiggled in her seat. This was interesting. She was drawn to the host’s voice, the soft and alluring way he answered questions.

  “Our next caller has a question about the use of a switch. Hi, Debbie and welcome to the show. What’s your question?” Master Gregory asked.

  “Thank you so much for having me. I’m a huge fan. Wouldn’t miss your show on Sunday’s, even if I have to miss church,” Debbie purred.

  “Why, thank you, Debbie. Remember that our shows are recorded so if you have to miss one, you can always listen at a later time. Now what’s your question?”

  “Okay. We have a big backyard with a pretty tall fence, but we have neighbors. If they really wanted, they could look out of their bedroom windows and see into our yard. Well, my husband has decided that when I’m naughty, I’m going to have to select a switch myself for my own whipping. I don’t mind except he commands me to do so naked.”

  Dani slapped her hand over her mouth and clenched her butt cheeks together. “Whew.” This was intense.

  Master Gregory exhaled and hesitated. “Well, Debbie. I, too, am a firm believer in aspects of humiliation. I do believe the concept can be an amazing deterrent; however, when used in such a way as to cause embarrassment in your own neighborhood, I would suggest not doing this. Humiliation techniques can be much more subtle, like having you stand naked in your house in front of a downstairs window that fronts the back yard. The likelihood that anyone will see is slim, but the thought remains. Now, selecting the switch is an absolute.” He laughed, the erotic tone floating through the speakers.

  Her pussy aching, wet with extreme desire, Dani slid her hand under her dress, fingering her cunt through the lace. Why was this turning her on so much? The answer was clearer now than ever before. She craved discipline, a relationship where the man was in charge. Oh boy, this was the worst time to come to a brand spanking new acceptance about herself. Spanking. Shit. Shit. Shit.

  “Remember that love is as vital as trust. Whether you call yourself the head of household or a Dom, the most important aspect of this new endeavor is taking care of her needs, every one of them. You are now responsible for her care and well-being, choosing the best choices for both of you,” Master Gregory continued. “Women should be cherished, adored as well as disciplined.”

  Dani bit her lower lip and glared at the clock. Time was ticking away. She had so much to do. Sitting here, in her car, in the middle of a grocery store parking lot while listening to a complete stranger explain the dynamics of a DD relationship was insane. Irresponsible. She slid two fingers into her pussy. Educational. Pumping in and out, she opened her legs as wide as the front of her car would allow. Fabulous. Exciting. Tempting.

  “Jim, what is your question for us today?” Master Gregory’s voice was strong, commanding.

  “Hi. I want to know if using soap to wash out my wife’s mouth does work. She curses all the time and refuses to stop. Does it work?”

  Panting, Dani could see the first hint of steam popping along the inside of her windshield. She added a third finger and listed her knees until they hit the door and console.

  “Another fantastic question. Boy, we have some wonderful guests on the show today. The bottom line is if she’s misbehaving and ignoring your rules, you must use a different method of punishment. Soap is another fabulous tool; however, please make certain that you use Ivory soap. My suggestion is purchasing some of the travel size bars. The size is perfect to insert into her mouth and you can keep several on hand for when the need arises. You may ask why Ivory? Well, there are no harmful chemicals. You certainly don’t want her throwing up during her punishment.”

  The host was entertaining. She could tell the show was syndicated and had to wonder just how many listeners he had. Every Sunday, huh? Smiling, she knew she was going to become a regular listener. As she laid her head back on the headrest, ready to finish her scandalous deed, an oversized pickup truck parked right next to her. A face peered out of the passenger window and directly into her car. She couldn’t have been more embarrassed. Acting nonchalant, she removed her fingers and grabbed for her purse, finding a tissue.

  “We have time for one more question,” Master Gregory said.

  Dani realized she was as drawn to his sexy and commanding voice as she was the material of the show. This was an unexpected treat, but time to get back to business. After all, she had an entire team of men to impress tomorrow.

  Failure? Not a chance.

  Chapter 3

  “Welcome to Rush Enterprises.”

  The older woman didn’t crack a smile, nor did her voice have any welcoming qualities. Dani stood in the entrance of the building, peering over the oversized receptionist station as if she was an intruder. She’d never been so nervous in her life. Working for a mostly male company might have its perks, but proving herself was going to be necessary. She was up to the task. Maybe. “Thank you. Glad to be here.”

  “I have a stack of paperwork for you to fill out. I’ll show you to your office.”

  She trailed behind the unknown woman down a long hallway. Offices flanked both sides, every one of them busy with activity. She passed one woman in a sea of men. While no one looked in her direction, her skin crawled as if an unknown group of employees was scrutinizing her every move. Then again, she was certainly allowing herself a look or two. Men were dressed in various attire, from dirty blue jeans to suits and polished wing-tips, no doubt dependent on their job within the company. This was a man’s world, a rough and rugged foray into drilling for oil. While her expertise could be used for several applications, this was by far the most interesting. And farfetched. Dear God, she hoped she was up to the task.

  “Here you are. You should have everything
you need, but if not, press zero on your phone and I’ll try and help you.”

  Dani eased her briefcase down onto the desk and glanced outside the window. She had a clear view of a sparse parking lot and a group of steel buildings. “Freaking lovely.”

  “Excuse me?”

  “I said thank you very much. Fabulous office. What’s your name?”

  “Mrs. Fletcher,” the woman stated, her head held high.

  Dani expected a first name to added. When Mrs. Fletcher remained quiet, she frowned. So, this was how it was going to be. Perfect. “Thanks again.”

  “Of course. When you’re finished, come find me. Then phase two will begin. I suggest you get started. At Rush, we expect succinct organization and timeliness. Keep this in mind.”

  Mrs. Fletcher walked out of her office without explaining what phase two meant. She wondered if the pinched face woman had been a head mistress in her previous career. Dani groaned and glanced at her sparse surroundings. Everything was functional, but nothing more. She had a desk, a leather chair and a single visitor’s seat. There was a lateral file cabinet and a computer on her desk. Everything else was left up to her.

  She pulled out a water bottle and the rest of her things, then settled into the chair, eyeing the stack of paperwork. At least she had damn good benefits. After finding her favorite pen, she set to work, filling out the application first. This was going to be a very long and arduous day.

  Two hours and a full bottle of water later, she’d finally completed the last form. The company was stringent in their requirements. She’d have to remember that along the way. Smiling, a vision of Mrs. Fletcher with a ruler in her hand made her giggle.

  After the indulgence, she gathered the papers and headed for another meeting with Mrs. Fletcher. The woman was obviously not a fan.

  She stood in front of the woman’s desk while Mrs. Fletcher answered three separate calls. The office was buzzing with activity and while at least two dozen employees walked past her, not a single one offered a greeting.

  “Okay. I’m going to take you to Marisha, who will be showing you around. After that, we’ll have your badge and security card printed. Then tomorrow you can hit the ground running.” Mrs. Fletcher eased around her desk. “You do know what you’ll be doing, don’t you?”

  Why was the question accusatory? “I believe so. I’m going to be studying the formation of oxygen crystals in samples of oil to ensure the best quality as well as prevent the concept of contamination. Now, was that over your head?”

  “Ouch.”

  The voice came from behind her. A warm flush creeping up her face, Dani turned. While she’d expected an admonishing look, she was surprised to see a woman leaning against the receptionist desk, a twinkle in her eyes.

  “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you. I’m Marisha Hartwood, all around office manager and kicker of asses to the curb.” She held out her hand.

  Dani took an instant like to the woman, who’s conniving expression could rival one of her own. “Danielle Montgomery.”

  “Dani for short. Right?”

  “How did you know?”

  “Let’s just say Sasha had a lot to say about you.” Marisha laughed. “All good. I promise you. She didn’t tell me you were so beautiful.”

  The comment seemed odd. Dani wasn’t used to be called beautiful, at least not in the last few years. Her ex had made certain he’d broken down her confidence. “Thank you.” When the woman’s eyes lingered, she looked away, heat rising in her face.

  “Let’s show you around the place. I call it my pigpen.”

  “The employees are that messy?” Dani asked as she followed behind.

  Shrugging, Marisha flipped her hair and pointed toward an office. “The men are and you have no idea how difficult they can be to handle. Think big kids in a sandbox full of toys. The bigger they are, the worse they can be.”

  Dani held back a chuckle as they passed by what had to be the messiest office she’d ever seen. Papers and files, maps and plans covered the floor with a small pathway to walk. “You must have a tough job.”

  “Nothing a good spanking wouldn’t help with.” Winking, she gave Dani a mischievous look.

  For a few seconds Dani envisioned the concept. All rule breakers were pulled into the CEO’s office, asked to raise their skirt or drop their pants. Positioned over the big man’s desk, they’d receive thirty or more lashes of a thick, leather belt. She could just see a big strapping he-man over Marisha’s knees as well. The thought was riveting. Shivering, she touched her lips, thinking about the radio show.

  “Are you, all right? You look flushed.” Marisha asked.

  “Fine. Just fine.” The words were said a little too quickly, Dani tried to smile although heat continued to rise from the base of her neck.

  “Good. We don’t want to push you away on your first day. The guys are okay, just a bit rough around the edges. You know the super intelligent types. Zero common sense. The roughnecks are the best, by the way. Except watch their libidos, especially after a long sea trip.”

  “Thanks for the warning. I can handle myself just dandy.”

  “You know? I think you will do just fine.” She continued walking down a hallway, pointing out the breakroom and copy room, giving Dani details about office supplies and needed contacts.

  Dani took in the surroundings, as well as the instructions, making mental note of everything that was important. Overwhelmed after the basic tour, she was thankful Marisha had given her a layout of the building or she’d never find her way around.

  “That was the dime store tour.” Marisha stopped in front of a set of double doors. We’re right on time.”

  “For?”

  “The weekly pep talk from the boss for the management and executive staff. I call him the big dog, but don’t tell him. He’d appreciate the connotation a bit too much, if you know what I mean.” Marisha smiled, her eyes lighting up. “If the boss doesn’t ask you to lunch, I’ll take you out. Then you can hear the real story behind Rush Enterprises.”

  “I’d like that,” Dani said as Marisha opened the door, trailing behind. When she walked inside, she was absolutely floored by the expansive space. She’d anticipated a conference room. What loomed in front of her was more like a ballroom, complete with televisions covering three walls, speakers nestled in every corner, lighting of various types on the ceiling and walls and a stage and podium system located at the back of the room. “Jesus Christ. What do you guys do in here?”

  “Lectures. Seminars. Production meetings. Even the occasional party and catered dinner. Mr. Rush does enjoy a good throw-down.”

  “A what?”

  “A wild and wooly party, cowboy style. Wait until you meet him,” Marisha stated as she led them to what appeared to be a standing room only spot on the side.

  At least her boss enjoyed a good party. “Where did all these people come from?” She was shocked to see what had to be at least two hundred people, maybe more. “This is all management?”

  “At least two-thirds. It’s vacation season and remember, this is our building. All four floors are full. We’re considering purchasing or building another one. Yes, business is that good.”

  Dani eased against the wall, trying to blend in. She glanced around the room, cognizant of the fact a good ninety percent were men. “Groovy,” she mumbled under her breath. This was going to be an interesting ride.

  Chatter was loud, boisterous and mostly male. Testosterone was high, along with way too much bad cologne. Dani listened in on several conversations and was forced to keep herself from laughing. My, how the men were truly full of themselves, their attitudes bridging arrogant. Granted, a few were good looking, cover model sex appeal. At least for today, being a fly on the wall was a delicious treat.

  A few minutes later a hush settled across the room. The employees turned in one direction, their gazes following the latecomer. They parted down the middle, creating an aisle.

  “The illustrious Mr. Maxum Rush. Bri
lliant. Sexy. Hardheaded.” The tone of Marisha’s voice simulated velvet, smooth and full of desire.

  Dani turned to study her face. There was history between the two. As she strained to catch a glimpse of the savvy businessman, the crowd seemed to grow taller, every one of them clapping in appreciation as well as blocking her view. Snickering, she hated to compare Mr. Rush’s entrance to that of the President of the United States, but the employees had been drinking way too much Koolaid. She settled against the wall, folding her arms. The speech should be extraordinary.

  Mr. Rush bounded up on stage and the crowd roared.

  This is nuts. Dani rubbed her forehead, a headache buzzing above her temples. This was more like a company selling Amway than a multi-million-dollar oil-rigging firm. Were all companies in Texas big and bold? Just like our men. Sasha’s words trickled in the back of her mind. She bit back a chuckle and pressed her fingers over her mouth. Still unable to see, she stopped trying. Listening would be good enough for today.

  “Thank you all, but completely unnecessary. You guys do all the fabulous work. You make this company great and I’m so proud to have you on my team.” Mr. Rush’s husky baritone voice filtered into the room, reverberated by the microphone. The slight Texas twang added to his allure. The man could sell ice cubes to Eskimos.

  Dani noticed Marisha’s eyes, the change in her body language. Yep. The two were lovers all right. She’d make certain and stay clear. The cheers had kicked up a notch, drowning out her anxious heartbeat. This was more like a circus. Still unable to even see the magical guru, she was resigned to catching him in the hallway or perhaps another lively event.

  “I wanted to give everyone the good news on the quarterly reports. We are doing much better than anticipated. If we keep this up, there will be significant bonuses at the end of the year,” Mr. Rush continued.

  Everyone cheered, whistling and holding up their fist. “Rush Enterprises!”

  While Marisha was chanting alongside of them, she tipped her head, giving Dani a coy smile.