by Lucy Wild
“You’d have bumped me to the top of the queue for repairs?” I said, wanting to laugh at how nervous she sounded. “I’m sure you’ll get the job done quickly enough, Jen. Say by this afternoon?”
“I’m not sure…”
Great. Call it six o’clock. Be on time.”
I hung up before she could say anything else. I hoped she was late. I wanted her to be late. It would give me an excuse to show her what spanking was really like compared to in her stories.
I got the feeling she’d never been spanked, that she read those things to fulfil her hopeless fantasies, to learn about the things she’d never tried and might never get to enjoy.
I continued reading the story on her laptop. It ended with anal and by that point I was so hard it hurt. I thought about her swaying little ass, about lifting that skirt, spanking her until she screamed, then soothing her with lotion. And then? Well then taking that ass of hers and making it and her mine, all mine.
FIVE - JEN
IT WAS INSANE. I WAS about to go into a meeting with the boss. Not just boss of the department, not just boss of the building. No, no one so unimportant. I was about to sit down with the C.E.O of Bailey Inc.
The man with a woman for every occasion, the man who appeared on the cover of fashion magazine, business magazines and probably hairstyle magazines too.
He had my laptop and I had his. The good news was I’d managed to fix it fairly easily. It had involved rescheduling some of my appointments but whenever anyone grumbled I just casually dropped that I was seeing Mr Bailey at six and every single complaint melted away. They were as scared of him as I was.
The bad news was the problem had reoccurred when I tested it and it sucked up the rest of my day trying to get it sorted.
I knew he only wanted his laptop back but that didn’t mean I couldn’t daydream about the meeting, about closing the blinds and being shown what the reward was for helping him.
I could only hope he hadn’t seen what was on my laptop. He’d snatched it away from me so quickly I hadn’t had chance to close the story I’d been reading. I cringed at the thought of him seeing. It would be so obvious that I was an amateur when it came to affairs of the heart, unlike him.
He could probably bring a woman to orgasm with the touch of a single finger, a man of the world with all the privileges that entailed. As for me, I got my excitement from my stories and nothing else.
I got his laptop up and running the first time at noon but he’d arranged the meeting for six. That meant six hours of waiting and trying not to go mad, my insides throbbing with desire at the thought of seeing him again.
I might just be the I.T geek and he would probably send me away as soon as I handed him his computer but I was still excited.
Three o’clock came round and then four. I still hadn’t got it sorted properly. I wondered how he’d take it if I couldn’t get it fixed. I told myself I could set off upstairs to tell him at five then I made myself sit again as the hour rolled by. It wouldn’t take sixty minutes to get to the fiftieth floor, no matter how slowly I walked.
I managed somehow to keep myself occupied, thinking about that body of his, those eyes, that suit and what was hidden underneath it. By quarter to six, I couldn’t keep still any longer and I almost ran to the lifts. I had to get this out of the way, it was killing me.
I waited for the doors to open, tapping my foot impatiently, laptop under my arm, praying I wouldn’t drop it, trying to calm my trembling fingers.
At last the door opened but as I went to step in, Adam from the new client team blocked the way, already talking to me.
“Ah, I’m glad I caught you, Jen. Wondered if you could pop up and have a quick look at the printer for me. It’s doing that thing again.”
“I would but I’ve got a meeting at six.”
“It’ll only take you a second. Come on, do me a favour, I’ve got two hundred mail outs that need doing today.”
“All right,” I snapped. “Fine but two minutes is all you get.”
I should have known. The smallest problems become enormous when you can’t concentrate. It was nearly six by the time I got done with the new client printer and I sprinted for the lift, watching the time tick by as I slowly climbed higher.
I stepped out on the fiftieth at one minute past six, a wave of guilt washing over me at the thought of keeping him waiting. I trotted down the corridor, breaking into a run as the seconds continued to race past.
I should have told Adam where to go but that was me all over, I found it hard to say no to anyone. Too eager to please, Mum used to say about me. She was right. My inability to stand up for myself meant I was running late when I reached the executive suite, my path blocked by a man behind a desk who looked as if he was expecting me. “Miss Murphy?” he asked as I skidded to a halt in front of him.
“Yes,” I said, panting slightly, telling myself that my thumping heart was just from running. Was he there? Just behind that door?
“Take a seat.”
He nodded towards an armchair the size of a sofa and I sank into it so far that I was almost horizontal. I scrambled upwards as he picked up a white phone. “Mr Bailey? Your six o’clock is here. Of course, Sir. Will there be anything else? Good night, Sir.”
He hung up before nodding towards me. “You can go in now.”
It took several seconds to get to my feet, wriggling inelegantly off the overstuffed cushion whilst trying my best to appear dignified. I doubted it worked but the man didn’t laugh and for that I was grateful.
Once I was finally up, I marched businesslike past him and then turned around and marched back to pick up the laptop that I’d left by the chair. The man was putting on his coat when I passed him again. He nodded to me before heading over to the lift, leaving me alone.
Less confident by the second, I pushed open the huge dark wood door and found myself in a room the size of my flat. The far wall was floor to ceiling windows and the view of the city was stunning, the lights starting to twinkle as the sun set.
The floor was red carpet so thick my feet vanished into it. On the walls were landscapes in oil, one of them worth as much as the building that housed it.
There was a section with gym equipment in the corner, another area with a sofa and TV. In the middle of the room was the work area and that was where Mr Bailey was sitting waiting for me to finish gawping at his office.
He stood up as I finally made myself look at him. Could he tell how scared I was?
“Thanks for coming up,” he said, lifting himself slightly from his seat. Won’t you sit down?”
I crossed the room, a walk that I could have sworn took at least ten minutes. The entire time, I could feel his eyes on me, a half smile on his lips, as if he was amused by my presence.
I sat down, putting the laptop on the desk between us. He was still looking at me, his stare burrowing into me, seeking out my secrets, rendering me naked before him. He knew how much I wanted him, he had to. My cheeks were burning hot, I had to sit on my hands to keep them still and every time I looked at him, my pussy throbbed with need.
I could hardly breathe, much less speak. Luckily he did the talking for me.
“You’re late,” he said bluntly. As I opened my mouth to blurt out some kind of excuse, he waved me back into silence.
“I told you to be on time and you are not. Is my laptop fixed?”
I shook my head, unable to meet his eye. He sounded amused, not cross, as if I was entertainment for him, a fly caught in his web.
“Tardiness and inability to finish a simple task. This is not acceptable, Jen.”
Oh God. He was going to fire me. You didn’t get to the top of the business world by being forgiving. I might as well pack and go before he could finish. I winced, ready for the final blow.
“I think you need to be punished, don’t you?”
I looked up at him then. He still had that half smile on his face. Time slowed to a standstill. Had he just said that? How could I reply when my thr
oat was full of dust, my heart about to burst out of my chest. I felt like I was going to pass out. He was toying with me. This was a joke to him.
“I…I…”
I didn’t get anything else out. He carried on as if I hadn’t said a thing. “I’m glad you agree. I think you need disciplining to remind you of the importance of pleasing your boss. Don’t you?”
I managed a tiny nod. His smile broadened, becoming predatory. “Good. Now I think the best course of action is a spanking, don’t you?”
SIX - JEN
I FROZE IN PLACE. I had heard the words but they couldn’t mean what I thought they meant. They just couldn’t. The billionaire boss of Bailey Inc. had just told me he was going to spank me. It couldn’t be true. “Sorry,” I managed to blurt out. “What did you say?”
He sat back in his chair and patted his lap. “I said I’m going to spank you.”
A lightning speed process took place in my head. I could slap him and walk away for even suggesting something so unprofessional, so sexist, so…
Another thought cut in. Do that and I walked away on my job. Someone like him would be able to blacklist me, I’d never get another I.T job in the city. What would happen if I couldn’t pay the rent?
But as I looked at him, an overriding emotion took control of my internal thoughts. I wanted him to do it. I wanted that big hand of his slapping down on my ass. I wanted to climb onto his lap, feel his cock digging into me through his trousers. I wanted it more than anything in the world.
A jolt of electricity ran through my clit at thought of what he wanted to do. “You shouldn’t,” I managed to say but the words felt as weak as the protest in my head. I’d put up a token resistance at least, a chance to see if this was some kind of bizarre test.
“Come over here,” he said, beckoning me slowly.
I got up, unable to disobey him. There was no sound in the universe other than my breathing which I fought to keep in check as I walked slowly around the desk.
He patted his lap again. “Over my knee, please.”
I stood there, unable to move. This was really happening. I took a slow breath, then let it out through my mouth. “Okay,” I said, lowering myself onto his lap.
I felt coated in sweat, burning hot, not helped by the heat coming off his legs as I pressed my body to them, my legs dangling behind him. I was doing it. I was on his lap. It was too late to turn back.
I gasped as I felt his hand on the back of my skirt. He bunched it in his thick fingers, using both hands to tug it upwards, slowly revealing my legs. I did my best to keep calm, glad I couldn’t see his expression. Would he like how my legs looked?
“Beautiful,” he muttered quietly, his finger stroking a line down to my calf. “You look so beautiful.”
My body reacted to the word, wetness forming in my pussy, my nipples stiffening against him.
My skirt reached my hips, exposing my panties. What would he think of them? I had dressed to impress him, choosing thin silky white knickers but I never guessed in a million years that he’d actually see them.
He was looking at them, I could tell he was. His fingers ran along the edge of them, lightly brushing my skin and making me wetter than ever.
Suddenly, he yanked them down to my thighs, exposing my ass. I gasped in shock, feeling the hardness of him start to dig into my stomach. Was I making him hard? And it felt big, even separated from me by so much fabric. It twitched a second later, just as he pushed my legs apart.
My nipples were aching to be touched, my pussy soaking so much it was embarrassing. He’d be able to tell how long it had been just from looking down there.
His fingers slid down my buttocks and settled on my pussy, gently tugging my lips apart, exposing the inner folds. “Incredible,” he muttered. “Even more beautiful than I imagined.”
I shuddered at the sound of his words combined with his touch, my insides yearning for him to fill me. I felt like I was made of nothing but lust, desperate for him to be in me when minutes before it had been an impossible dream to even think of such a thing.
With one hand still resting on my folds, I felt the other move away and a second later a loud smack filled the air.
For a split second I didn’t know what the noise was but then my nerves caught up, the sting in my buttocks racing towards my brain, making me shriek out loud.
He’d spanked me. It had actually happened.
He stroked softly over my buttock for a second before spanking me again, his hand slapping down across the middle of my ass.
My pussy got wetter than ever as his other hand continued to rest just by the entrance to me, not moving, just feeling my heat.
He smacked me a third time, growling as he did so. The sting was still burning into me as he spoke. “Roll over.”
I did as he asked at once, twisting to lay on my back on his lap, looking into his eyes for the first time in centuries.
He looked hungry, his eyes burning bright, that smile still on his lips.
He put both hands on my pussy again, spreading me wide, exposing me to his gaze. He stared down there, examining me closely. “You have the best looking pussy I’ve ever seen,” he said, running a finger down towards my ass. “And so wet too.”
I knew I should have felt shy with him examining me so intimately but his words softened the negative thoughts, making me feel as beautiful as he told me I was. I felt certain he was telling the truth. I couldn’t imagine him lying to me in that moment.
His fingers felt rough, sliding around in my wetness. I watched as he brought a soaking finger up to his lips, sliding it into his mouth a second later. “You taste so sweet,” he said.
His hand returned to my pussy, easing over my clit and making me moan and shift in response. I squirmed on his lap as he nudged his finger lower, pushing it slowly into me, gliding deep, easing the ache I had felt for far too long.
I groaned as he slid into me, his other hand on my clit, stroking it expertly. I arched my back in place, writhing under his motions, unable to believe such a God of a man was doing this to me.
“Oh fuck,” I muttered, unable to keep the word to myself.
“I want to see you come,” he said, moving over my clit with renewed speed. “I want you to say my name when you come. I want you to thank me for your orgasm.”
The finger inside me plunged deeper, touching in just the right place.
“Come,” he growled and my body obeyed before my mind even had chance to think about it.
My back arched rigid, my thighs spasming, my mouth an open gasp of delight as a climax raced through me. “Oh fuck,” I muttered. “Mr Bailey.” I couldn’t say another word, the muscles in my pussy gripping his finger as a second wave of pleasure washed over me. “Th…thank you,” I managed to say when my breath finally returned to me.
I was hardly able to see, it had been so powerful.
His fingers continued to move, slowing gradually, leaving me greedy for more when he finally slid from me, licking his finger while I tried and failed to sit up.
He put his hand in the small of my back, raising me to my feet. I staggered into the side of his desk, a giggle escaping me that I couldn’t control. :I fanned at my face while he watched me with his arms folded.
Then out of nowhere it hit me what he’d done. He’d spanked me. The C.E.O had pulled down my panties and fingered me to orgasm in his office.
I had let down decades of feminism by giving in to the boss’s advances. So why didn’t it feel more wrong?
I felt something tight on my thighs. Looking down, I realised it was my panties.
Reaching up under my skirt, I tugged them back into place, the shyness that had been nowhere to be seen coming rushing back. My pussy still felt wet, throbbing from where his finger had so recently been.
“I have to go,” I muttered, turning and walking away. I didn’t want him to see the look on my face, the guilty expression. I’d acted like a teenage groupie at a gig, not a professional businesswoman. And if I stayed t
here any longer, I didn’t think I’d be able to resist asking to see his cock. I actually left with my hand clamped over my mouth to stop the words from escaping into the air.
He didn’t say anything when I left, making me feel even worse. If it was a test, I got the feeling I’d just failed. He had played me like he no doubt did with all his women. I climbed into the lift feeling guilty about how fucking sexy I felt. I was halfway home before I remembered I’d left the broken laptop on his desk.
SEVEN - JEN
A BUILDING LIKE THIS ONE never really shuts down. I’ve been known to be dealing with server problems at four in the morning and still there’s someone in a suit knocking about.
Luckily for me, the few people still milling around in reception didn’t notice me. I was glad. I knew I looked dazed, I felt dazed.
I weaved my way through to the door and then I was in the open air. I leaned back against the wall and took deep gulps of air, trying to keep calm.
Had that really happened? Had I dreamed it? The sting in my ass told me it was real. He had spanked me.
A man in charge of billions of pounds, dollars, yen, every currency you could think of. A man with the fate of thousands in his hands. With a click of his fingers he could raze a building, set up a company, hire or fire a hundred people without putting down his coffee. His finger had been inside me.
It beggared belief. How did someone so far down the ladder warrant his attention? Not only his attention but a touch that had given me the most intense orgasm I’d ever experienced?
The memory of it sent me floating across the pavement. I stuck my arm out to hail a cab. “Where to, love?” the driver asked through his window as he screeched to a halt next to me.
“Never mind,” I said, walking away to the sound of his swearing.
That was more my usual run of luck. The first time I get a cab hailed in under ten minutes and I forget I haven’t got the money to pay for it.
