Chapter 3
Missy
Last night, ugh. It was a mistake. I sat up and tried to stifle the urge to hurl. I picked up my phone to glance at the time. "Shit!" I had to rush to get ready. I was so late and the longer I took the later I would be. By the time I was running downstairs it was already eight.
Shit shit shit!
"Missy," Dad barked from his office when he heard me clattering downstairs. "This is not how you keep a good impression,” he yelled. “Don't you get fired from this job or this is it!"
I didn't even bother to stop to argue. I didn't have time. All I could do was race down the highway and hope that I would dodge cops and not make things any worse. When I pulled into a free spot in the parking lot I was more than thirty minutes late. I was pushing an hour. I couldn't get fired, not that I was liking the boring desk work. Just the thought of not having something pretty to look at like Mr. Hollister would kill me.
Pretty, single Mr. Hollister. There was just too much going on and while I didn't know if he had a girlfriend or not, I only knew he was divorced. That made it all the better.
I tried my best to look as if I was coming back from running an errand. My only hope was that no one noticed I hadn't been in the office yet. I didn't get called out once when I got to my desk. I breathed a sigh of relief and settled into the monotony of being an assistant. My phone rang and I answered it thinking I had pulled one off. "Hollister Aviation."
"Ms. Hamilton." I hadn't noticed that it was an internal call. I thought it was coming from the outside. I was still so tired from my night out that I didn't see what color the flashing light was. "Please come to my office."
Shit. I hadn't gone unnoticed. I got up and went through the stylish double doors that led into his office. His office was simply furnished I noticed as I fought not to look at him and get distracted by just how hot he was. It was futile. "You wanted to see me, sir?"
"You are over an hour late," he stated plainly. "Do you have a good excuse?" He didn't look angry, but he didn't have the same cool demeanor that he had on my first day.
"I'm sorry." I tried to come up with a good excuse. "I overslept." It probably wouldn't be a good idea to tell him why.
"I understand what it's like to be in your shoes," he started as if he hadn't heard me. "What it's like trying to figure yourself out and having everyone around you trying to lead you down a path they think is best." His voice turned hard. "You can rebel against your parents, rebel against the world. But you won't do that here. You will arrive at work in a timely manner."
"Yes sir." I couldn't help but look down. It was bad enough that I felt awful for being caught, but the little lecture didn't help.
"Do you have a good excuse as to why you showed up late?"
"I overslept." I shot him a glare; I had said that before. "I had a long night out. You can stop giving me a lecture like it's something you didn't do at my age."
I didn’t know what happened after that. I know one minute I was standing at his desk and the next he grabbed my wrist and I was jerked over his lap. I gasped out a protest before I felt the solid slap of his hand across my ass.
Everything clenched and I couldn't help but cry out in surprise. Was I still asleep? Was I still drunk?
The next hard slap was clue enough that I was very much awake. He was relentless with each hard slap he gave me. I couldn't keep the tears from flowing. But I did my best to smother the need to cry out with each hit he gave me. He alternated between each cheek like he was making sure I wouldn't be able to sit comfortably at any angle.
Finally, when he seemed to decide that the punishment was enough he helped me stand. He kept a strong hand on my underarm. My legs quivered and I wavered. I couldn't look at him.
"Now," his voice was low and I couldn't help but react. He stood so close to me. "You will make sure you come into work on time from now on." I could only nod. "You can go straighten yourself up in my bathroom."
I didn't have a voice. I hurried to do as he told me, cleaning the smeared mascara and trying to dampen my hot cheeks in an effort to hide the fact that I had cried. It didn't seem to work. But at least I was standing steady now.
I tried to walk out of his bathroom with an air of dignity, but it was hampered by how wet I was. It was like there was a puddle in my panties. I couldn't believe this. How did this happen? I made it to the door of his office before he called out to me, making me freeze in my spot. "Let your father know I'm looking forward to Saturday." I looked at him, confused about what he was saying. He gave me a smirk that made me want to shudder.
I was going to have to lose my panties if I was going to try to sit down. But I didn't think I could manage another trip to the bathroom. I wasn't going to go back into his office today. I grimaced as I sat down and I had to bite back the whimper. My ass hurt so much.
Where the hell did that come from? One minute he was chiding me like Dad did on a regular basis, the next I was across his lap. I thought he was hot before? But it seemed so wrong now.
I noticed a glare from Mrs. Todd and I immediately got to work. I didn't want to give her a reason to complain to Mr. Hollister. I didn't want him to call me back into his office. It was uncomfortable to sit now; I didn't want to make things worse.
There was a temptation to call Jenna. To text her about what just happened. But I refrained. I doubted she would understand. It could be taken the wrong way and I could only imagine what would happen if I did tell her. I had to keep this to myself. No one could know, or things could go so wrong so fast.
So, I did the only thing I could do. I did my work and tried my best not to get anyone's attention. I would play the part of a model employee even if it hurt to sit here. No one could know what just happened. Or how much I wanted it to happen again.
Chapter 4
Geoffrey
I momentarily worried that my mishap Wednesday would lead to trouble, but when Missy waltzed into the office in a short dress that accentuated every curve I was pleased to be wrong. Oh, this would lead to trouble, an entirely different kind of trouble. One that made it hard to focus on anything but her. The dress she wore today was hardly within the dress code that was set and was worse than the one she wore the day before, but I couldn't find it in me to reprimand her. I should, I thought, as I shifted in my seat to look at her. I bet if I pulled her across my lap now the dress would ride up and I would get the opportunity to feel that soft skin as I spanked it.
Right now wasn't the time for these kinds of thoughts. We were in the middle of a financial meeting about budgeting and the sales numbers that were coming from the last quarter. I didn't absorb any of it. I made the mistake, or maybe it wasn't a mistake, of tapping Missy to come in to take notes. So far, she looked like she was dutifully doing just that.
Her dark hair was curled around one shoulder, revealing just how low cut that dress was. I still had a hint at a view of her cleavage and it was hard to keep my eyes away from her. This was a teasing thing she was doing, which I hadn't been prepared for. I expected some sort of backlash after I had taken her across my knee. It was a lapse in judgment but I could see that punishment wasn't something she had gotten from home. I doubted she had ever been spanked in her life. I enjoyed doing it too much.
It seemed to have made an impact as far as I could tell. Thursday, she was on time. Amy informed me that she was ahead of her duties, that they both managed to get everything settled at the end of the day yesterday.
"It's a first," she said, still seeming to be in awe. "I was skeptical about you getting another assistant and at first I thought she would be useless. Now I don't have to worry about taking work home with me."
It was good to know. While Missy seemed to change and take the duties of work more seriously, she seemed to be determined to challenge me in other ways. The dress today was a good example. Yesterday’s outfit was another, though it had been a little more professional. Coupled with the open flirting she had taken to, it felt like it was a test I was bound to fail
.
I wanted to say Wednesday had been a mistake, but I couldn't. I couldn't while looking at her and remembering the feel of her in my lap. Spanking her wasn't going to be enough, that much was obvious.
After the meeting, I couldn't help but guide her from the boardroom back to my office. My hand lingered at the small of her back, feeling the light material of her dress. "I want you to type up those notes and email them to me," I instructed her as we walked. Hopefully, they were thorough because I hadn't been paying any attention at the meeting.
"Yes, sir." There was something teasing about her tone. I couldn't help but look at her when I dropped her off at her desk. "Is there anything else I can do for you, Mr. Hollister?" Her eyes were huge and I couldn't help but give her the once over as she stood by her desk.
She took the time to toss that wealth of hair over her shoulder so I could get the full view of those high breasts beneath that low-cut collar. This girl was going to be trouble now. "No." I decided I wasn't going to fall for it. "Just the notes will be fine."
I didn't wait to see the reaction she had to my rejection. It was foolish to think I would be swayed by something like that. Especially with Amy sitting at her desk taking it all in. I didn't want the other woman to know what I had done. Or what I wanted to do. One mishap would be enough for this week; I wasn't going to let it happen again.
It didn't matter how much I wanted her. It was inappropriate. If she wanted me to give in she would have to be smarter than this overly obvious flirting and her inappropriate attire. She'd have to try harder than that. At least it would be amusing to watch as she tried to garner my attention.
The intercom beckoned me and I heard her purr into my ear, "Mr. Hollister. You have a call on line three."
I closed my eyes and tapped the appropriate line, the blood swelling in my cock to the point I was nearing dizzying levels. This girl really wanted me to spank her again it seemed. "Hollister Aviation," I announced to my caller.
"Geoff," Ross answered in greeting. "I hate to feel like I'm doing this, but you're going to have to tell me how Missy is doing again."
I couldn't help but laugh, though it was a little uneasy. Did he know what I thought about his daughter? From his complaints before when we arranged this position for her in my office, I got the feeling that he saw her as more of a nuisance than anything else. I didn't think he was so observant as to the person she was becoming. Maybe that was why she was giving him so many issues. "She's doing fine, Ross. Are you going to call me every few days to check in on her?"
"I was worried when I didn't get a complaint about her being late the other day. I was hoping if you were going to fire her you'd give me notice so I could prepare," he said shakily.
I didn't know what his plans were for her if she failed at this job. "It's just been her first week. This is something she is going to have to adjust to. It was just one mistake. If I can overlook it as her boss, I know you can, too."
"Your son is far more reasonable than Missy is," he pointed out.
There was a lot of differences between our children. It would be hard to compare them on any level and I wasn't the person to do it. Not with as much as I wanted her. "Let's not worry about that. If she gives me problems that require any serious reprimand I will let you know. Being late one day isn't something I'm going to fire her for." I shook my head as I spoke. "What you need to be worried about is how you're going to handle another defeat on the course tomorrow."
He laughed then, this was obviously something he had been worrying about since she started. "I'll put up more of a fight this time," he sighed into the phone. "I owe you one."
"You do," I agreed. Though, he probably wouldn't if he knew what I did to his daughter. What I wanted to do to her. "I'll see you tomorrow bright and early my friend." I ended the call and I sat back.
Missy was trouble that I was going to have to do a better job resisting.
Chapter 5
Missy
I was so fed up by the end of the day that I could hardly focus on I had left to do. Mrs. Todd had already left for the day with strict instructions that I had to finish the filing before I could escape. The filing was the last thing on my mind. It had only been a few days, but I'd tried everything I could think of. Nothing I’d tried had made Mr. Hollister repeat what he’d done to me on Wednesday. I couldn't do anything to get him to do it again, no matter how tempting I'd tried to make myself. He wasn't fazed by anything, the dresses or my flirting.
What was I doing wrong?
There's must be something. Maybe I wasn’t being obvious enough? Did I have to paint a massive picture of what I wanted from him? There was a file filled with documents that he needed to go over and sign. I hadn't seen him leave the office, so it seemed like it might be my chance.
A bravado that I'd never felt before struck me and I wiggled out of my panties then went the extra mile by hiking up my skirt. If there was anyone else here I wouldn't have tried this, but I was determined. I wanted him and I couldn't get past that. I took the file and knocked on his door before I let myself in.
Mr. Hollister was busy at his computer reading something and only spared me a glance. Even after I did my best come hither look and slinked over to his desk. All of it unnoticed. Really? I put the file on the edge of the desk, trying to keep my temper as I made this last-ditch effort. "These need to be reviewed by you and signed," I offered with a little pout.
He nodded. "I'll be sure to get on them. Thanks. If that's it, feel free to call it a day."
Damn. I sat on the edge of the desk and the file went flying. I turned to see the papers land in a skewed pile on the floor. "Are you sure?" I tried my best to get his attention by pointedly crossing my legs.
"Get that would you?"
Still, he ignored me. Irritated, I got off his desk and went to pick up the file folder and the papers I'd knocked to the floor. What was I doing wrong? I straightened and set the file back on his desk, "Sorry." This was a lost cause. I decided I might as well call Jenna and get ready for a night out.
I was halfway to the door of his office before I felt strong arms come around my middle. I felt his lips against my ear and my breath caught.
"You are a very bad girl."
It's like he found a connection between my ear and my pussy, with each growled word I couldn't help but gasp. He hadn't even touched me outside of holding me against him. "I'm going to have to teach you a lesson, aren't I?"
"Yes." This was it. Finally, after the last two days, this was it.
He hefted me up and I felt him carry me back to the desk. I wasn't going to object at all. I was more than willing to let him fuck me on his desk. The file I had just picked up went flying again as well as a few other decorations he had on his desk. He put me down, face down, on his desk and I felt him slide the dress the rest of the way up. I had to arch up on my toes, but I made sure that he would be able to see all of me. So, he knew just what he did to me after spanking me on Wednesday.
I heard a drawer open and I looked to see him pull a broad flat piece of wood from his drawer. Was that a paddle? Was he going to spank me again? I clenched my thighs together and I tried to hold my breath, trying to get ready for what was to come. He pressed a hand against the middle of my back, pressing me down against his desk. "You've got my attention now, Ms. Hamilton."
He brought the paddle down on my exposed ass hard. I couldn't help but yelp as it was much rougher than the first time he spanked me. "This is what happens when you get my attention." His voice was low and commanding; it went straight through me with each hard blow of the paddle against my upturned ass. "Do you know what happens to bratty little bitches?"
I hoped it was this and more. I moaned a little only to cry out as that paddle came down harder. "You've been shaking this ass long enough. You've been begging for attention long enough." He punctuated each sentence with a spank, making my ass sting and the rest of me burn.
I felt the hand at my back let up and I heard him pant, "Now if you con
tinue with this there will be more where that came from."
Was he done?
I carefully turned over on the desk, pulling up to rest a heel on the hardwood so he could see just how much I wanted him to give me more. "Please." I couldn't catch my breath. "Please, I need more."
"That's enough." He took a step back, getting just out of my reach. That didn't stop him from looking at me though. I could feel the track his eyes made as he looked from my face all the way down to my spread legs. I was so wet there was no way he wouldn't be able to see it.
"Please," I whimpered. "You can't do that to me and not fuck me. Please, I need it."
"No." His voice was stern and his eyes were hard. "Now, Ms. Hamilton. That is enough and I expect better behavior from you from here on out. Otherwise," he raised the paddle for emphasis. "I will take the time to correct you again."
I wanted to beg more, I wanted to get down on my knees and beg for him to fuck me. I was so keyed up I was ready to do that. But there was something about his face that told me he wouldn't cave. There was no way I was getting what I wanted from him.
I tried not to cry as I crawled off his desk. I adjusted my skirt and I walked out with my ass stinging. I could feel the dampness from my pussy starting to drip between my thighs. I'd never been like this before and I didn't have any idea what to do since he told me no.
There was no way I was going to go home like this. As soon as I got to my things I pulled out my phone and sent Jenna a text. If I couldn't get what I wanted from Mr. Hollister, I was sure someone else would be more than willing to finish the job. If only I could find someone that looked half as good and managed to set me on fire like he did.
Chapter 6
Geoffrey
I thought the best thing to do after I sent her out was to wait for her to leave. I didn't know how much more of her begging I was going to be able to take. The sight of her on my desk was hard enough to turn away. I could see it, just how much the spanking had gotten to her. I could smell the sweetness of her cunt; she had gotten so wet just from me spanking her.
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