Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 61422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 307(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 307(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
I watched Melissa’s chest rise and fall, her medium-sized breasts looking so pert in her provocative red suit that I almost reached out to fondle them without further ado. From moment to moment her eyes passed from submission to challenge and back again as she quite obviously debated all the various unattractive options for a reply.
“Yes,” she said again, finally.
“And I also gather,” I continued, frowning a little, “as I mentioned earlier, that your outburst concerned New Modesty Blue—the subject we were just discussing. Is that right?”
Melissa had her lower lip between her teeth now, and she chewed gently on it. I wondered if she even knew she was doing that. I felt absolutely sure she had no idea how aroused she appeared. I almost fetched my handheld out just to see the precise humidity inside her panties, because I could tell just how considerable a number it would be. Thinking about the girls on NMB, and how their suitors gave them precisely the discipline and dominant fucking they needed, represented sexual kryptonite for Melissa Mitropoulos.
She nodded, her brow deeply furrowed. She swallowed visibly.
“Yes,” she whispered.
“I’d like to see,” I said quietly, but with a note of steel in my tone.
Melissa
“See?” I croaked out, blinking at my gorgeous new boss, willing him to have said something else, or maybe meant something else. Because I knew exactly what he had intended to say; I just didn’t want it to be true.
Stuart’s blue eyes gazed coolly into mine as he repeated himself, his voice low and deliberate. “I said I’d like to see the effects of your paddling, Miss Mitropoulos.”
My heart began to race, pounding so loudly I was sure Stuart must be able to hear it. I felt my cheeks burn with renewed embarrassment as I desperately tried to think of a way out of this situation.
“I… I’m not sure what you mean,” I stammered, attempting again to feign ignorance even though that seemed an even feebler tactic than it had a moment ago.
Stuart’s lips curved into a patient smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “I think you understand perfectly well, Melissa. But allow me to be more explicit—I want you to show me your bottom. Now.”
I gulped, my mouth suddenly dry. “Mr. Harrington… I mean… Stuart… surely that’s not appropriate. I mean, we’ve only just met and—”
He cut me off with a raised hand. “Melissa, let me be clear. This kind of inspection is part of your new job at Selecta. I need to ensure that proper disciplinary measures are being carried out, for the good of the company and for your own development.”
Stuart stood and walked to the door, turning the lock with a soft click that seemed to echo in the suddenly silent room. My breath caught in my throat as he turned back to face me.
“Now then,” he said, his tone stern without needing to increase in volume in the slightest, “I want you to bend over my desk, raise your skirt, and lower your panties so I can see what kind of discipline Sharon provided yesterday.”
I felt frozen in place, unable to move or even to breathe properly. This couldn’t be happening. Above all, I kept trying to tell myself, the part of me that thrilled at his commanding tone didn’t exist; Stockholm syndrome or something like it had put that idea into my head.
I thought suddenly, to my horror, of the faceless man from my shameful fantasy the night before. I realized with a jolt that he now had a face—Stuart’s face. And then I told myself I had imagined that… or that I had imagined that I had imagined that…
My breath came in little pants between parted lips as my mind tried to cope with everything roiling around inside it.
“I… I can’t,” I whispered, even as I felt my body beginning to respond to his authority. “I just… I can’t.”
Stuart’s expression hardened. “You can, and you will. You’re going to do as you’re told, Miss Mitropoulos. Even if you quit right now, I’m still going to inspect your backside, whether you bend over for me like a good girl, or you require the help of our well-trained security personnel.”
The threat hung in the air between us. Even beyond the impossible ‘choice’ he had just given me, of whether I would obey on my own, or Stuart would call security to make me comply with his mortifying demand, I knew I had no choice at a more fundamental level. I wanted to keep my job, my apartment, my dreams of changing things from the inside. With trembling legs, I stood and walked toward the immense desk.
I hesitated when I reached it, my hands shaking in front of me. I sensed that Stuart had moved to stand a few feet behind me, his presence looming large even though I couldn’t see him.