by Selena Kitt, Marie Shore, Alex Anders, Terry Towers, Aphrodite Hunt
“Well duh. I suppose you’re cock is rock hard too, isn’t it you pervert.”
“Actually, I’m not, you can feel my cock if you don’t believe me.”
“Go to hell, Jake.”
Jake chuckled sat back down, “Okay come and lay across my lap. Just like you were before.”
“Fuck you.”
“Remember what I said about disobedience? Do you want more punishment already? I’ll give you to the count of three this time, because it’s all so new.”
“Aren’t you freaking kind?”
“Yes, I really am. I’m trying to be patient, Charlene, but it’s waring thin. Now do as you’re told.”
Reluctantly, Charlene lifted herself from the counter and hobbled around to face him again. She lowered herself carefully across his lap, careful not to press any of her body near his groin. Once she felt herself settled, she closed her eyes and waited for the final humiliation.
Jake pulled her closer to him and adjusted her for both of their comfort. Her toes barely touched the floor, and her hands were bunched up near her chin. “Put your hands on the floor, Charlene, now.” He wanted to feel her completely stretched out over him, make sure he felt her breasts pressing into his thigh. When she was positioned properly, he rubbed her ass cheeks slowly and gently. He deftly lifted her shirt to mid-waist, so it wouldn’t get in his way. Then he slowly pulled her panties down to her thighs. When she shrieked and struggled, he just calmly put his hand on her lower back and she stilled.
“Remember, you’ll count and then thank me for cleaning up your mess and saving your ass.”
“Yes, I remember.”
“Good, you’ll get twenty-five for your professional screw up, and then another five for your insubordination.”
“What?” Charlene cried out. This was becoming more unbelievable, if that was even possible. Before she could explode on another rant, Jake’s hand came down on her cheek. Pain flashed behind her eyes and she shrieked her discomfort. Out of some dark recessed corner of her brain, she remembered she had rules to follow, “One. Thank you for cleaning up my professional mess and saving my ass.”
“Very good ,Charlene. I’m proud of you. For a minute I thought I was going to have to start over. It’s not too bad when you’re at one, but once you get to ten it’s not as much fun for you. Or at least I don’t think it is. You might miss on purpose.”
Jake continued his calculated assault on her virgin cheeks. He had to give her credit; she didn’t miss a single count until he reached the seventh slap. Her cheeks were so red, although there were no visible signs of bruising, he knew by the time he finished, she’d feel it for days after. Her shoulders started shaking and he knew she started to sob quietly. He was barely one fifth of the way done. “What’s the count Charlene, or do I have to start over?”
“Oh god no please. It’s on seven. Thank you for cleaning up my mess and saving my ass,” she pleaded.
“Ok, I’ll give you that one, but next time I won’t ask, I’ll just tell you we’re starting over.” He delivered numbers eight and nine in quick succession causing her to spew the words so quickly they were barely audible.
Jake resumed the slow stinging blows. He ached to rub her cheeks after each delivery, but this wasn’t erotic, this was punishment and he had to distinguish between the two. He was generous enough to give her enough time to call out her number and gratitude. She was openly crying now, rolling her hips with each stinging blow. Her ass was such a beautiful shade of red, “This is the last one for the work indiscretion.”
Charlene nodded her head and braced herself for the final hard slap. The humiliation was almost over. Her reputation would remain intact, her ego fractured, but no one would know. As he raised his hand she felt a swoosh of air. She squeezed her eyes shut in anticipation, and froze when his hand barely connected with her burning flesh. She confidently called out the number and thanked him for the last time for saving her ass.
Only now that it was all over did she appreciate the irony of that statement. It was over she realized, she made it through. She wiped the tears from her eyes and marveled as the previous weight of the world lifted from her shoulders. She was free from worry, and amazingly free.
Jake waited for her to move. He assumed she would have flown from his lap the second she knew they were finished. He sat in silence, his hands perfectly still and tried not to focus on the naked bottom across his lap. Now that the punishment was over, he let himself imagine all the things he wanted to do to her in that very position. He knew the exact moment when the punishment melted into pleasure, her shrieks ebbed into moans. If she was his, he’d point out the wet spot she created on his thigh, but it wasn’t the right time or place for that now.
Charlene felt the wetness between her legs and felt an entirely new feeling of embarrassment wash over her. She was turned on by this abhorrent behavior. She scrambled up off his lap and quickly started to pull up her panties. As she bent over to reach down, she came almost face to face with the wet spot.
Jake cupped her chin and lifted her eyes to meet his. This time his eyes were warm and hungry, igniting her appetite. As Charlene leaned in toward his lips, Jake scooped her up and sat her in his lap. She winced as her raw skin scraped against his trousers. “Oh, careful,” she murmured against his lips. “My ass kinda hurts you know.”
“That’s the best thing about the hurt, Charlene, there’s so many ways I can make it go away.”
“Just make it hurt, but don’t hurt me, Jake,” Charlene whispered. “Promise?”
“Promise,” Jake replied as he took her lips.
Charlene wandered through the rest of her day in a fog. As she locked the door of her very first day as an entrepreneur, her thoughts were on Jake and what happened earlier that morning, and not on what transpired throughout the rest of the day. Her cheeks, both facial and buttocks, were sore. She kept a smile plastered on her face as people filtered in and out, browsing her shelves and making a few purchases here and there. She couldn’t recollect a single patron though; instead images of her strewn across her mentor’s lap bare-assed flooded her mind. As if that wasn’t bad enough, the fact that she was immensely turned on by the entire scene mortified her. Unconsciously, her hand rubbed her sore backside, which, in turn, spurned a new flood of desire.
She felt the flush of embarrassment when she remembered her racing pulse, her heaving chest, the fire in Jake’s eyes when she faced him unabashedly with her pants at her knees and all but begged him to do it again. Thankfully Jake left almost immediately after that incident, and she didn’t have to admit to him she would have fucked him right then and there. God she wanted to though. Not only did he put her ass on fire, but the rest of her as well. What was the matter with her? She wasn’t some kind of freak, only freaks enjoyed that.
Her friend Sarah would enjoy that. Sarah was a freak, and didn’t mind anyone knowing it. Sarah liked all the whips and chains stuff and never hesitated to fill the weekly girls’ night out with tales of her latest exploits. Charlene never paid much attention, but now she wondered if this was the kind of high Sarah boasted about. Even now, nine hours later, just thinking about it made Charlene feel like a bitch in heat.
There was, however, the matter that drove Jake to her doorstep in the first place. Charlene was positive she left all her accounts in good standing, and her replacement was top notch. The thought only now dawned on her the entire thing might have been a ruse.
“The bastard,” she mumbled as anger set in. “Just what the fuck is he trying to prove?” Her head jerked up at the sound of a knock on the glass window. It was Jake, with flowers again. “Well we’ll just have to find out then shall we?”
With a purposeful stride, she unlocked the door and wisely pocketed the key to let him enter. Before she could let her anger spew, he thrust the flowers at her and held his hand up to silence her.
“Before you say something you really don’t mean and get yourself in more trouble, let me explain. First, I never shoul
d’ve let things go that far this morning.” He put his finger on her lips when she started to speak, “Shhh...let me finish. The real reason I came over here this morning, besides the whole replacement mess, is because you’re not my employee anymore.”
He waited for the curiosity to bloom in her eyes, when it did he continued, “For years I’ve wanted you in that position, and so many others I couldn’t even count them all.” He looked directly in her eyes and sighed. “Every morning you’d come in ready to take on the world, took everything I said in earnest and became the protégé I’d dreamed about — in every way but one. I saw how you were willing to mold yourself to my desires so to speak and saw things in you that could fulfill me in ways I never thought possible.” Charlene wanted to look away from his intense stare. His eyes were penetrating, yet there was a certain sadness as he opened up to her. She opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out, so she closed her lips and waited for him to continue.
“Remember very early on, when I took you under my wing, we’d go out to lunch for our mentoring sessions?”
Charlene nodded silently, walked to the front door to lock it, knowing damned well the risk she took, but deep down she knew she needed to hear what he had to say and didn’t want to be interrupted. She turned back to face Jake and said quietly, “I remember those lunches very well. I was so eager back then. Hungry to make my mark.”
Jake nodded and followed her into the kitchenette area. The chair he used this morning stood away from the table, exactly where he placed it before he took her over his knee. He specifically chose another chair to sit in while she made a fresh pot of coffee and pulled out some sandwich meat from the refrigerator and set about making a light meal. He wanted her undivided attention, but consciously knew it would be easier for her to process what he was going to say if she was busy. He knew her mannerisms as well as, if not better, than his own and smiled behind her back as she unconsciously moved around the chair that was obviously in her way. In some small way, he reasoned, she wanted that reminder, who was he to remove it?
“I told you I wanted to get away from the office so we could talk freely, but I never was able to say what I really wanted to. Especially after the sexual harassment suit George had to deal with.” Jake watched Charlene’s head bob in affirmation before he continued, “But I’d comment about other women, hairstyles, suits, hell even their shoes, and by the next paycheck you’d be decked out in something near identical right down to the hair color.”
Charlene brought the plates to the table and sat down, Jake noticed, somewhat gingerly. “Thank you, Charlie, you didn’t have to do this.”
“I have a feeling this is going to be a long conversation, and I didn’t have time to eat much today,” she replied and tried to smile. She had an uncomfortable feeling she was headed straight for the fast lane without having the opportunity for a slow merge. “Please continue.”
“Okay,” Jake said softly and looked briefly at Charlene’s profile as she bit into the sandwich. “It’s a little difficult to talk with my mouthful, so I’ll wait before I dig in, all right?”
Charlene realized she was in the exact same predicament with her mouth full, so she nodded emphatically, and motioned for him to resume.
“So I started watching you more intently, and pushed you to do things for clients that were tough, but I knew had to be done if you were going to make it to the level you did. I groomed you to trust me, and I’d like to think I didn’t let you down.”
Charlene swallowed and exclaimed, “Not once. Not ever. I wouldn’t have risen through the ranks had it not been for you.”
“Good, that makes me happy you feel that way. The only way I could have you at my side was at work. I couldn’t ever cross that line, and wouldn’t, had you still been there. But God, Charlie, you have no idea the constraints I felt. How much I wanted to bend you over my desk every morning before we had our daily review and show you how much I valued your trust in other ways.”
“What ways?” Charlene asked innocently while she fumbled with her napkin. She had an image of him standing over her bent form while his cock drove into her repeatedly. She tried to push the image from her mind, but felt her face flush anyway, and flushed even deeper when she heard him chuckle.
“Well, there’s that. If you’re thinking what I think you are, but I was thinking more along the lines of a few nice swats on your ass first thing in the morning. Not too erotic at work.” He paused and smiled. “Of course, in my head that came later in the day.”
“How can a spanking be erotic?” Charlene blurted out before she could think. Jake’s eyes took on a wicked gleam and the corner of his mouth curled in an almost sinister way. Charlene felt a tremor down her spine and actually shivered when he offered to show her. “Um, no this morning was quite enough thank you,” she stammered.
“What I’m talking about is a short spanking that puts both our minds in the right space — me leader, you follower, sort of.”
Charlene nodded absently. “I don’t get it. How can slapping someone’s ass put you in a different frame of mind? You were already the leader and I followed well, mostly, sort of, maybe not really.” She smiled as she tossed his words back at him. “That doesn’t explain what happened here this morning though.”
They both looked at the white elephant in the room. “This morning was a chance I had to take that you’d be recept —”
“What?” Charlene cried and stood so quickly her chair fell back. “Receptive? I had no fucking choice if I remember correctly!”
“I know, but I also don’t have much of a choice. Your replacement is turning out to be a grandstanding ass. My intent when I walked in the door this morning was to simply let you know what was happening. The potential for the law suit is real, and I want to protect you at all costs.” Jake shrugged. “When I saw you this morning and you were no longer my employee, you were the woman I’ve wanted for years, I gambled and rolled the dice. It was a huge gamble, but when you lowered your jeans, I knew it was the right choice. You put your trust in me this morning, in ways you didn’t even understand, and you did it anyway. I walked out of here in a daze, empowered like never before. You did that to me.”
“Me?”
“Yes. Your trust in me is like a drug. I fired the asshole you recommended and promoted Traci.”
“My assistant?”
“Yes, she knows your accounts almost as well as you do and I think she’s ready.”
Charlene mulled his words. “What about the litigation?”
“Gone. Getting rid of Mr. Asswipe took care of that.”
“Was he really that bad?”
“Worse. Once he made it through the interviews, he thought he was God’s gift and our savior. Needless to say your accounts are happy he’s gone, and were all somewhat relieved when I told them Traci would be taking over as of Monday.”
“You took care of everything. My store is safe.”
Jake nodded and took a bite of his sandwich, letting the silence act as a cocoon to her thoughts. Charlie had a lot to process right now, most of all the fact that her business and reputation were safe.
“I don’t know how to thank you,” she replied quietly without looking at him. “Well I mean I guess I do after this morning.”
Jake looked at her profile and quietly said, “Would you like that?”
Charlene wanted to fire back a quick yes, but instead kept her mouth shut. In the blink of an eye, she knew she could never go through with it. And if she did what would he think of her? Hell what would she think of her?
“I thought so. I did what I did this morning. I took a chance, knowing full well it’d probably be my first and last, but I did what I had to do. Let the chips fall where they may, but if I had it to do over again, I’d take the same chance.”
Charlene remained quiet for a moment, mulling over his confession while he dug into his sandwich. She understood spanking was not a conversation starter either, for anyone besides Sarah. The humiliation she felt this mor
ning came storming back, but this time anger rode along with it but it was short lived. In all honesty, in the end she couldn’t remember a single time she was that turned on.
“I don’t know, Jake.”
Jake pushed his plate away and turned to her. He reached for her hand and grasped it in his before she could pull it away. “Charlie, I understand. I never meant to hurt you, or confuse you. I knew this could happen, but hoped it wouldn’t.” He pulled himself up from the table and crouched in front of her. With her hand still locked in his, he put it to his heart, “I promise you, Charlie, right now, I’ll never ever do something to you that you won’t agree to beforehand.” He took his free hand and cupped her chin, and brought her eyes to his. “But know this too, we’ll be talking about a lot of new ideas, things you’ve more than likely never heard of.”
“Jake,” her voice flat. “You don’t know Sarah.”
He chuckled as he brought her hand to his lips. “Actually, I do know Sarah. She’s a regular at a club I go to. When you first told me about Sarah, I had to bite my tongue. I hoped it’d be something we had in common. It wasn’t then, but maybe we’ll work on that?”
Charlene nodded through the tears welling in her eyes.
Jake wiped her tears away with the tips of his thumbs and cupped her face in his hands. “Don’t cry on me, Charlie. I don’t think I could bear to see you cry. I’ll be good to you, to us. I promise nothing but the best for you from this moment forward. Say yes, Charlie, and you’ll never want for anything ever again.”
Charlene’s stomach twisted in knots. Something told her she was already in that fast lane and spiraling out of control. She never thought of Jake other than her gorgeous hot mentor boss, now he was here, asking her if he could be something else, something much deeper only Sarah would understand. She envisioned many phone calls and visits to her promiscuous friend and then thought better of it. Sarah would never let her live it down. She looked at Jake. “I don’t know what you want from me, Jake.”