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)
Then to my amazement a lightbulb went off in my head. I remembered Jacob and Grace, Georgette and Michael. The looks on the faces of the young women who, after their stern punishments from their suitors, got the pleasure of serving the men they clearly loved.
Wait… what? Love. The word had popped up, into my train of thought, with a fleeting image of Stuart’s face, his eyes assessing me, appreciating me. I put a pin in that, so I could follow the path of ideation on which I had started.
Afterward, though. They knew, Grace and Georgette… they knew…
They knew it was over. That no one, least of all their future husband, would hold it against them.
Heather smiled. “You get it, don’t you?”
I nodded. “Bygones?”
Heather echoed my nod. “We do keep records, of course, but confidentiality going forward is essential. So, with regard to this situation, when you’ve finished paddling Mandy, you’re not going to mention the offense again.”
CHAPTER 15
Melissa
Just as Heather had told me to do, I arrived at Mandy’s cubicle five minutes before three p.m., the time for which I had scheduled the punishment room on Fifty. To my surprise, rather than talking on the phone or doing her nails, Mandy had her attention focused on her screen, going over a spreadsheet. She was so intent on her work that she didn’t notice me approach behind her, and I watched for a few moments, rather taken aback by just how efficiently she seemed to be dealing with the formulas she pulled up.
I took a deep breath. Thoughts and feelings ran through my mind, and my body, chasing each other: a little hesitation, but also a good deal of anticipation, of a kind I had never experienced. I was about to deliver the same kind of justice Sharon had delivered to me at that ill-fated but extremely revealing orientation, my very first day.
I searched my mind, experiencing an unexpected cognitive dissonance: part of me felt certain I should feel terribly conflicted about punishing another woman in what that logical voice knew as an utterly outdated way. As much conflict as I felt in the presence of Stuart, though—and not just in his presence, I realized with a flash of heat to my face, but everything else… naked over his desk… paddled… fondled… fucked… subdued under his pounding cock… on my knees, licking my cunt’s need off the huge, hard length of that arrogantly jutting manhood…
I swallowed hard, seizing back control of my train of thought, pushing away the arousal that to my amazed dismay had begun to build again between my thighs despite the soreness lingering there.
As much conflict as I feel when Stuart dominates me… I don’t feel it about paddling Mandy, do I? Is it really outdated to teach a kind of lesson that some people… some naughty girls, especially… seem to need?
The voice of reason in my head insisted I should feel an ambivalence I didn’t actually feel. No, I knew I needed to paddle Mandy’s bare backside, to assert my authority over her, the same way Stuart had asserted his over me.
“Mandy,” I said, only realizing after her name had passed my lips that I hadn’t said it as a question, the way I naturally would have done just the day before. To lift my voice on the second syllable would have suggested that I didn’t think I necessarily had a right to her time.
I did have that right, though—which represented the precise reason I had come to summon her for a lesson I intended Mandy not forget anytime soon. I was going to make sure this disrespectful young woman wouldn’t sit comfortably for a day or two, to ensure that she understood her position, and mine.
As she turned her head, I felt my face become a stony mask of disapproval. I didn’t even think about it. Only after the fact, when Mandy’s eyes went wide as if at the sight of my stern expression, did I grasp how instinctually I had adopted the role required—and how right it felt to do so.
“Miss Mitropoulos,” she said, chewing on her upper lip for a moment, her cheeks pink, before she continued. “May I… before we go, may I just finish this up?”
I almost said yes, because it seemed so natural to allow a colleague a little more time. Then, with a tiny shock of revelation, I saw something in Mandy’s eyes that I would never have guessed might be there, or—more surprisingly—that I would notice. The tiniest hint of mischief. Boundary pushing.
Testing me. This little minx is absolutely testing me.
“No, Mandy,” I told her flatly. “You can finish after your punishment.”
Mandy’s eyes widened again, and her nostrils flared slightly as she drew in what looked like a labored breath. Again, my mind’s instinctive understanding of the situation took me by surprise.