LISA’S BOTTOM WARNING
Lisa’s delectable derriere gets the corporate treatment...
"Lisa, I need the files for the Probus case and I need them now, please!" Caroline slammed the door and then immediately opened it again. "And please get that fax out to Simpson’s today, okay? I’ve asked you enough times." Her pinched smile and forced politeness were like sawdust in a sugar bowl. They just didn't go with her Donna Karan suit and Ivy League law degree. She was a woman who meant business.
"Sieg heil," I muttered, staring at the fax. Like a sullen teenager finally facing chores that had piled up, I got to work, scrambling around to complete all my outstanding tasks. I didn’t want to risk upsetting Caroline again. I was already under her watchful eye after the last ‘dressing-down’ she had given me.
Okay, so maybe I should have done it all the first time I was asked, but that was no excuse for her to be so bitchy about it. I had sworn never to work for a male boss again, but now I wasn’t so sure. What’s wrong with a bit of sexual harassment, anyway? Some of us women never get enough of it.
What was it about female attorneys? Sure, it was a man's world, but did women always have to act like they had twice as big a dick? And speaking of dicks...
Richard was coming my way, although I was pretty sure he hadn't seen me yet. “Come on, Lisa,” I said to myself. “Don’t waste an opportunity. I readied myself, pretending to be miles away, before stepping across his path and colliding with him. Everything dropped to the floor in a flurry of multicoloured paper.
"Oh, I'm so sorry!" I said, in my best ‘genuinely-concerned’ voice, kneeling to gather it up. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"
Richard gave me his sexy smile. "No, I'm fine. I'm the one who should apologize. I didn't even see you.” (Yeah, that figures, and why should he be any different?) “Are you all right?"
"I think I twisted my ankle a bit, but I'll live." I stood up and winced, putting it on - forever the drama queen. "I'm fine, really," I was milking the situation for all it was worth. Good job I’d worn my new dress. I just hoped Richard liked it.
"Well, I have to get going," Richard said, ignoring my calculated flirtation. "I have to see Caroline about something."
Ouch! That took the wind out of me. Hearing her name made me seethe. What the hell did he see in her? I don’t suppose it had anything to do with beauty, sex, money and power by any chance, did it? Lucky bitch. But surely our kiss under the mistletoe had meant something to him at the office Christmas party? It was only last month, for heaven’s sake.
“Oh sure,” I said, trying to hide my anger and disappointment. "Better hurry along. You don’t want to upset the Fuehrer now, do you?" I regretted my parting sarcasm, but I just couldn’t help myself. I could be a spiteful cow sometimes and I’d always been a bad loser.
He gave me an ‘old-fashioned’ look, and sort of laughed, like he’d found my comment churlish and embarrassing.
"I'll see you around, then," he said, leaving me to finish cleaning up the mess. I was thinking, yes, thanks, Richard, that’s okay, don’t worry about me, I’ll manage. Cheers!
I went back to work, trying to focus on the tedious details of Caroline's cases, but I found my eyes straying to her closed door more than once. I hated her, lucky bitch. I could never forgive her the poor evaluation she’d given me just before the Christmas holiday. She’d spoken to me like a silly schoolgirl falling behind the rest of the class. The cheek of it. Fancy suggesting that, if I spent as much time working as I do looking out the window or doing my nails I’d easily keep on top of my work.
“I expect you to be more professional, Lisa.”
Yeah, like screwing the junior partner was professional, right?
“I’d like to think we were getting value for money out of you.”
Oh, yeah, sure - value for money. Now let me see, Caroline’s interpretation of ‘value for money’. Yes, that would be squeezing every drop of blood and sweat (not forgetting the tears) out of you in return for a pittance. The times I had asked for a raise. It was always the same.
“And what will we get in return, Lisa? I’m surprised you have the nerve to even mention it. I’ve already said to you, that when I see an improvement in your effort and output, I’ll consider it. But it seems to me you’re getting worse. You are lazy, you don’t seem to have any conscience – you’re going to have to buck your ideas up.”
Hmm, that from somebody who was only five years older than me. That hurt. I hadn’t realised it then, but I was soon to have more than my pride hurt.
The door opened and Richard emerged with a smile, which faded as soon as he saw me. He nodded and tried to walk past.
"Not so fast," I blocked his path. Subtlety out the window this time you’ll notice..
"Come on, Lisa, I have to get back to work."
I met his blue eyes, taking a deep breath to accentuate my bust. Well, a girl has to use the cards she’s been dealt, doesn’t she?
"I think you really hurt me," I pouted, almost simpering. "My ankle, I mean. I may have to go to the doctor. Can you give me a lift?"
He narrowed his eyes. I think he’d just seen through my ruse.
"Please, Richard?" I edged closer until we were face to face. I took the bull by the cock…I mean horns, and put my arms around his neck, making sure he could feel me pressing against his crotch. I gave him my best smile, but his eyes flared. "Come on, I said, going for broke. “It’s Friday afternoon. Everybody will be gone soon. No one has to know. I know an empty office... we can lock ourselves in."
"But I--" He gestured helplessly towards Caroline's office door. "Lisa, I can't."
"Can't or just won't? You know, you're really a tease. First you molest me at the Christmas party and now you won't give me the time of day."
He met my eyes levelly. "Look, Lisa, we were both drunk and you know what office parties are like. I'm not available, you know that. I'm not in the market to be tempted away from Carrie."
"Carrie?" I spat out the familiar reference with disgust. "Sure you don't mean `Mistress?' Can’t you see through her? She's just another ball-busting career woman. You're humiliating yourself by being her errand boy, you know that? Everyone thinks so."
I was never a very good loser, but to lose out to someone like Caroline was rubbing salt into sores. I wasn’t going to let go. "Come on, I can show you things she couldn't even dream of." I resorted to cheap trickery and allowed my hand to slip down to his fly, pressing my palm against a considerable erection. Now, was that because of me, or the remnants of Caroline’s influence? I pressed on, literally.
"See? You do want it, admit it. I've seen you looking at my bum. I know you want it. Well, let me make this easy for you. Why don’t I –"
Richard slapped my hand away. "Why don’t you act your age? I’ll tell you what I want. I want you to stop this right now. I've tried to be nice, but you're giving me no choice. You do realize that the sexual harassment laws work the other way, don't you?"
"What? Me? Sexually harassing you? Give me a break!"
"I'm serious, Lisa. Don't make me report this to Caroline."
The very idea was infuriating. "Oh, yeah? Well, maybe I'll just have to give her my own report about last Christmas."
"Don't bother. I already know."
I whirled round to see Caroline standing in the doorway to her office. I felt myself going horribly red, and my heart sinking faster than a stone tossed into a pond. I had no idea how long she’d been standing there or how much she'd heard and seen.
"Oh, poor, poor, little Lisa. Cat got your tongue, dear?" Caroline asked, sarcastically. "Why, Richard, I do believe our little friend is blushing!"
Well, that was me screwed for starters.
"Why don't you two step into my office?" Caroline said with a grand sweep of her arm. "I'm sure there are still some conscientious employees still doing their bit and if they hear what's about to happen, well…"
"May I ask what is about to happen?" I said, dreading the answer.
"I’m going to see how much you value your job and your future. Richard and I are going to give you a little test. Let’s see how you get on."
Richard strode past me, an uncharacteristic smirk on his face. That bitch certainly had him under the thumb. I reluctantly followed. I'd been fired more than once in my life so it was déjà vu time, though I'd never been fired for moving in on a boss's boyfriend before. Nice one, Lisa, this wont exactly look good on your CV, dear. I paused in the doorway. "I suppose I’m fired?"
"Perhaps not," Caroline said, a sly and calculating smile curling her lips.
I began to tremble, but stepped inside and Caroline closed the door, the click resounding in my mind like a vault door slamming shut on my ambitions. Caroline unfastened the clip from her hair, shaking it loose so that it fell around her shoulders in a flurry of burning copper. She took off her suit jacket, revealing a low-zipped black blouse which showed a generous amount of cleavage. Without her corporate big shot demeanour she was even more attractive. I had to give her that. "Have a seat, you two," she said, gesturing at the two leather armchairs. She stood in front of her desk, half-perched on its edge, one foot on the floor, one off so that her skirt rode up an inch or two. She was such a bitch when she needed to be. Actually her tough manner and her calculated body-language had began to affect me in an unseemly way, much to my disgust.
The silence was torturous, so I grovelled. "I'm really sorry, Caroline, I know I was out of line, but I really thought Richard was interested and--"
"Please," Caroline said, dismissing me with a casual wave of her hand. "I know the real story and I know your skewed version of it. Don't make it worse for yourself by digging the hole any deeper. And I think you should address me as Miss Sterling from now on. Clearly I've indulged you far too much as it is."
"Yes, Miss Sterling," Yes Miss, and back to being a Miss after two failed marriages and still only 28. She was determined to make me to squirm, and I had no choice but to play ball with her.
"I've been watching you for some time," Caroline continued. "You were very fortunate to get this job in the first place as there were and still are, plenty of better qualified candidates out there. But I liked you, I thought you had something. And you promised me you would work twice as hard. I recall you saying I wouldn't regret it, but it seems that I’ve made a grave misjudgement of character. Not only has your work been sloppy and incompetent, but you abuse this firm in more ways than I care to mention. I’m afraid you’ve fallen far below my expectations of you.”
Caroline huffed, ready to make her point. She crossed her legs, forcing her skirt to ride up another notch. The light in the ceiling gave a shimmery sheen to the tops of her stockinged thighs.
“Richard is right about the sexual harassment laws. That's a scandal I certainly don't need right now with the number of good accounts I have in the balance. It's hard enough for a woman to make it in the male business world without their catty little assistants undermining their efforts at every turn."
Hmm, catty little assistant now, was I? "But…"
Caroline held up her hand to stall me. "Now you and I had a good talk after your last evaluation and I agreed to give you another chance. That was in spite of your shameless behaviour at the Christmas party. Really, Lisa, I'm not that much older than you, but you really do act like a spoiled child, throwing temper tantrums when you don't get your own way. I’m afraid it’s very unbecoming of a woman your age. Lately I've found myself having to ask you repeatedly to do things which you should… blah-blah…too much time on the phone…blah-de-blah…lunch breaks get longer…blah-de-bloody-blah every day. And if all that's not enough, you're trying to seduce my boyfriend like some pathetic ‘schoolgirl’."
"So I'm fired, right?" I said again, not wanting to endure any more humiliation.
"Maybe not,” Caroline said. “Despite your behaviour I still believe in you, and God knows why. I guess I’m just a softie at heart. You’re a talented girl and I'm willing to offer you a deal," Caroline said, smiling conspiratorially at Richard. "I have no doubt that if I let you go you'll be shouting your mouth off to anyone who'll listen. That's a headache I don't need. But more importantly, I see this as an opportunity for you to grow. If you agree to my terms, I'll have a better employee and you'll have more incentive to do the job you were hired to do. We both win."
I knew she was up to something to be so forgiving; ‘softie’ was something she definitely wasn’t. Caroline Stirling was a hard-nosed business-woman. Nevertheless, I was grateful for another chance. I nodded.
“Can I take that as a tacit agreement?” said Caroline.
"Yes, all right. I won't let you down this time – I promise." I was eager to agree to anything, not because I loved my job, but because I knew I'd have one hell of a time getting hired anywhere else after the disgrace this would no doubt bring on me. And, God forbid, there was always the chance of winding up with a worse boss than Caroline.
It struck me then that the two of them must have cooked this up together. That meant they'd been on to me all along. I'd already lost. "All right. What do I have to do?"
"Simple," Caroline said. "Admit that you were out of order and take your punishment like a good little girl."
"What are you talking about?"
"It’s quite simple… Accept your situation and you can start with a clean slate on Monday. We’ll pretend none of this happened. That is, of course, until the next time you do something wrong. Then we'll just repeat the process - and we'll keep repeating it until you get it right."
"What do you mean, punishment?"
Caroline stood over me, meeting my eyes. "I mean consequences befitting a bratty little girl like you, Lisa. I'm going to take you across my lap and spank you."
I stared at her blankly. "You’re what?”
“That’s the deal I’m afraid. Take it or leave it.”
“You’re going to spank me?”
“You are joking?”
"I’m afraid not. And there’s to be no negotiation. No discussion. Agree to agree and you can stay and be a part of our success as a company, because I tell you baby… we’re going places. But what I really want, is to see you squirm and beg. The thought of seeing you humiliated and contrite makes me incredibly happy… In fact, I feel quite hot and wet to think about it, if you want the truth."
Actually, so did I. Caroline crossed her legs again, pulling her skirt halfway up her thigh. I felt the wetness between my legs.
“My God… I do believe you’re serious.”
I looked imploringly at Richard, but he merely gave me a look that said ‘I warned you.’ He didn’t need to speak to be condescending. Clearly I was dealing with a couple of nuts here. But was it worth getting fired to avoid the humiliation of being spanked? I don’t know why, but the image it created in my mind was not entirely unattractive. In fact I almost feel ashamed to say I found the prospective situation bizarrely appealing.
Caroline was still staring at me, waiting for an answer. Her eyes seemed to sparkle at the prospect and I was surprised to find that I was seeing my boss in a new light. With her hair down, Caroline was stunning. Her skirt was not quite as short as mine, but it still showcased her long legs beautifully.
“Okay,” I mumbled. “I accept your proposal.”
"I think," Richard said. "That `yes, ma'am' would be more appropriate."
My God, what a wanker he was turning out to be. My face and ears burned. "Yes, ma'am." I intoned, all subservience and politeness. How they enjoyed having me at their mercy.
"Very well," Caroline said. I swear I could see little sparks of mischief dancing in her pupils. There was something mocking, yet almost maternal in her gentle scolding and casual composure.
A straight-backed chair stood against one wall and she motioned to Richard, who moved it to the centre of the room for her. Caroline sat down and beckoned me with her finger. "Come here, you naughty little minx."
A shiver coursed through my spine and my legs went weak as my mind flashed back to the middle-aged lady neighbour who had babysat me when I was quite young and had seen fit to give me a sound spanking, just because I called her an old cow. Can you believe it? But it wasn’t through fear I was feeling nervous, it was more through a delicious excitement. I recalled how wet I’d become after that very first spanking. How can something so painful and humiliating be so charged with eroticism? Suddenly I was that little girl again, standing before my tormentor, chewing on a ragged fingernail.
"Now then," Caroline said. "Let’s have you."
I sheepishly extended myself across the boss’s knees, astonished at the ease with which I submitted to her. I caught a whiff of Caroline’s expensive perfume and I suddenly felt quite light-headed. I could feel my skirt hitching up as I got myself comfortable. I reached behind to pull it down.
Caroline laughed cruelly. "No, no, I want to see it all. Your skirt is going up and your panties are coming down. That's how a bad little girl gets spanked and that's how you're going to be spanked. Besides, were you not accusing Richard of ogling your bum just a moment ago? Well, as he’s already guilty in your eyes I think we may as well let him have a legitimate look. Come closer Richard, darling. Let’s both have a good look. I think I’d like to see my ‘so-called’ competition in the flesh for myself."
Caroline pulled my skirt up as far as it would go, but it was too tight. She pulled down the zip and took it off. Her hand rested on my panties, tracing the elastic edges before yanking them down to my knees.
"My, my, it is a beauty, isn't it, Richard?"
To my horror, he came nearer still. I felt him pinch me. "A little on the plump side, but yes, very nice."
My face stung, hot with rage. Bloody cheek!
"Well, I think it will look even better with a nice, rosy blush." And with that, Caroline began to spank me, sharp little smacks at first, gradually intensifying as I writhed and squealed. "Yes, I think this is just the thing for a conniving little tease like you."
Her small, manicured hands stung my bare flesh more than I could have guessed and she scolded me while she spanked. "Naughty, nasty girl." SMACK! SMACK! "Such a flirt." SMACK! "Bad," SMACK! "Bad," SMACK! "Bad girl!" SMACK! SMACK!
I buried my face in my left arm, keeping it turned away from Richard. How long was this going to go on? Caroline wasn't really spanking all that hard, but the shame of it stung like crazy. Yet, perhaps it was no more than I deserved. Hadn't I done the same thing as a child? Pushed and pushed and pushed until taken under that lady’s firm hand? I resolved to endure it without protest, if at least to show Caroline that I could be just as masculine and stoic as she, even in such a ridiculous position.
The smacks began to increase in intensity and began to physically hurt as well. I even yelped a couple of times.
“Mmm, getting through, is it?” said Caroline, in her chiding, teasing voice. I put my hand behind me to try and protect myself but she grabbed my wrist and held it in the small of my back, not missing a beat.
But the most embarrassing thing of all was the undeniable and increasing dampness I felt in the pulsing heat between my legs. It was embarrassing, but erotic, which made it even more embarrassing. I was mortified. I held my legs together, but my shameful secret was not lost on her.
"What have we here?" Caroline asked in her best patronizing voice. She let go of my wrist and caressed my burning bum with both hands, using her fingernails to coax shivers and moans from me. She parted my cheeks with skilful, but strong hands and I covered my face in shame.
“You bitch, how dare you show me up like this?” My arousal was obvious to her now. I hid my face.
"Well, well," Caroline said. "I think our little schoolgirl is actually enjoying all this attention. So, it’s not just men who have trouble hiding their sexual feeling. Just look at this, Richard. You see, if one just knows where to look… Well I never…what a sticky little madam we have here. Lisa Barlow, I do believe you’re a slut of the first waters."
God, how I hated her expressions, her colloquialisms, her corniness…
Richard was standing face to face with Caroline, with me between them. I expected a good old fashioned spanking but I never thought I’d be subjected to an intimate and humiliating inspection - in front of a ‘drop-dead-gorgeous’ guy, too. How the hell was I going to live this down? If only the floor would open up and swallow me.
He grasped the insides of my thighs and parted my bottom even more, revealing my dewy little thatch of curly hair, moist with desire. "She's a natural blonde," he said with a laugh, and gave me a few smacks as well.
"I'm not sure this is really such a punishment for her," said Caroline. She seems to be loving every moment of it. Look how she's squirming on me. This is no lesson for a slut like her."
The mock dismay in her voice only melted me further. I wanted to cry that yes, I was a slut, a tease, a bad girl, anything they wanted to call me, only stop this demeaning torture and give me the release my body demanded.
"Perhaps something a little more severe might be in order," Richard suggested. I heard his footsteps, but didn't dare open my eyes. I was lost in an erotic cocktail of pain and pleasure.
"Ah, yes," Caroline said. "This will do nicely."
I felt a sharp sting, an escalation of the pain I was already feeling. Pain which had actually been more like pleasure…until now. A few strokes later and I knew what the implement was. I recognized its familiar sting from parochial school - a wooden 12 inch ruler.
"Oh, god, please, ma'am! It hurts!" My hands went to my bottom again and were caught by what had to be Richard's hands. Helpless now, I struggled and squirmed, but could not move. The ruler found its mark again and again and I was beginning to appreciate its simple message.
As if reading my mind, Caroline said, "Now I think we're learning our lesson nicely, aren’t we, Miss Barlow."
Over and over the ruler whipped by tender flesh and I hated it and loved it and hated it because I loved it. It was surprisingly painful, yet erotic, but more than that, it was effective. I could feel the heat in my bottom overtaking the heat between my legs and I begged and pleaded for it to stop.
"No, Lisa, you deserve all you’re getting and you agreed to it. And now that I see how well you respond, you can look forward to this each and every time I find your work less than satisfactory. If this fails to teach you a lesson, I'll have no choice but to try something more severe - perhaps a hairbrush... or maybe even a paddle? You're always free to refuse, of course. But in that event, you can kiss this job and this opportunity goodbye. You don’t want that to happen, do you?"
"No, ma'am," I said, miserably. "I'll be - ouch! I'll be good, I promise. Please, ma'am - oww! I'm so sorry, really I am... Yow!"
"I think you're beginning to get the idea," Caroline said. "But you're a long way from true contrition. What a naughty girl!" SMACK! "You should be ashamed of yourself!" SMACK! "Shame," SMACK! "Shame," SMACK! "Shame on you!" SMACK! SMACK!
It seemed to go on forever before Caroline finally stopped and let me off her. Tears welled in my eyes and I lowered my head, unable to look either of them in the face.
"Now, you bad girl," Caroline said, taking me by the ear and leading me to the corner. "I want you to stand here and think about your behaviour and how and why you were punished for it."
I groaned, but didn't dare disobey. I pushed my face into the angle of the walls and squeezed my legs together, still shocked at my body's mutinous and glutinous reaction. I couldn't remember the last time I'd felt so ashamed, yet so sexually aroused.
Behind me I could hear Caroline and Richard casually discussing me, like I was a bit of furniture, commenting on the efficacy of corporal punishment in the workplace. "It does seem to have had a most beneficial effect on her," I heard Richard say. "But perhaps one final lesson is in order."
"I think you're right," Caroline said. "Lisa? Come here."
I did as I was told, dreading whatever was to come.
Caroline turned the chair around and indicated the position I was to assume - bending over the back of the chair with my hands on the seat, my bottom a perfect target. "There you go," she said. "You're learning already. Richard, if you would be so kind..."
I heard another familiar sound and closed my eyes. It was the sound of a belt being removed – Caroline’s, or Richard’s?
"Now, then," Caroline said. "Aren't you ashamed of yourself? I think ten should suffice. What do you think, Lisa?"
"Whatever you say, ma'am," I said, my voice polite and respectful at last.
Caroline smiled. "Richard, would you do the honours?"
“I’d be delighted, ma’am. I just can’t wait to give that lovely impudent bottom a few well-served red cherries.”
I braced myself. “Please, not too hard.” But there was little point in protesting.
"Now be a good girl – push your bottom out. I like an easy target. Now, don't you move from that position…or I'll have to start over."
"Yes, sir." I braced myself for the sting and cried out when the leather struck my already tender flesh. It was all I could do to keep from putting my hands behind me, but I willed them to stay where they were, gripping the edge of the chair so hard I’m sure my knuckles went white. The second stroke was harder and the third was harder still. But I endured it, yelping and squealing, managing to hold still. It seemed to go on forever. Caroline scolded me while Richard did the donkey work, but all I could hear was the savage slap of the leather strap against my flesh. Its sting was terrible, but it was soon over and I was allowed to stand up and compose myself, thoroughly chastened and repentant. My legs were shaking.
"Are you going to be a good girl from now on?" Caroline asked.
"Yes, ma'am," I sniffled.
"What do you think, Richard?"
He nodded. "I think she's learned her lesson. Such a shame it had to come to this, but she needs to know how important discipline is in the workplace. I think she does now."
"I think you're right," Caroline said. "I expect to see some improvement in your behaviour when you return on Monday, young lady. If I don't, we'll repeat this little lesson until I do. You'll find the ruler on your desk and you'll know you have an appointment with me. Is that understood?"
"Very well, then. You're dismissed. Oh, and Lisa…Baby lotion is good - nice and cool. Have a good weekend."
I slunk out of the office, ignoring the amused looks of the so-called ‘conscientious‘ stragglers still milling around. I couldn’t wait to get home and take Caroline’s advice. I was still shaking with excitement and wondering how I might offer those two another opportunity of correcting a naughty girl’s behaviour. Perhaps I should have suggested that perhaps Caroline and Richard could come to my flat and apply the baby lotion for me. After all, I would have been very well-behaved for them, wouldn’t I, now that I was a reformed character? Well, maybe at least till the next time... spanking can be an addictive pastime. You really ought to try it.