Kate Devereaux looked at her expensive watch for the tenth time in as many minutes. Damn! Why is the time passing so slowly when usually it goes so quickly?
Ms Devereaux was a success. A great success. With her First Class honours degree from a top university she had no trouble in getting on the first rung of the management ladder at a good brokerage firm. With her intelligence, drive and hard work, tempered with a touch of ruthlessness, she had quickly risen to the higher echelon of management. Kate was in charge - the boss over all the employees in her section. Aspiring junior managers were eager to find favour with the attractive 39 year old executive.
The trappings of success were everywhere - fine clothes, expensive but understated jewellery, a fashionable hair style and even expensive ornaments in her office overlooking the River Thames.
Kate enjoyed her power at work. How everyone jumped to her every instruction. But being in command had its drawbacks. There was never chance to relax. How good it would be to have someone take charge of her.
Now that wish had been granted. Her staff would be surprised if they had known that their boss had joined a spanking group on the internet and after much exploration and thought had found a dominant figure. Someone to take charge of her, to bring her down a peg or two - but in a safe, controlled way.
Now Ms Devereaux had a session with her master on a weekly basis. His word was law. The first session had been the most exciting time of her life. She had returned to her luxury penthouse after the meeting with a very sore bottom. She had stood before her full-length mirror and surveyed her rear by looking over her shoulder. Already the reddened cheeks were showing signs of bruising. Her pale delicate skin was clearly marked. It stung - in fact it hurt like mad. But Kate knew this was just the start of her journey.
That first meeting had taken place six weeks ago. Kate was growing in experience and found her subservient role so very liberating. To be able to leave her position of power and give herself over to her master to have her bare bottom spanked hard - wonderful.
Glancing at her watch again she called her P.A, 'Order me a cab please, Jean,' she ordered.
'Yes, Kate,' replied Jean Denton and immediately phoned the taxi firm.
Fifteen minutes later the taxi made its way along The Strand toward the Savoy Hotel. Ms Devereaux felt that strange tense feeling in her stomach - a feeling she had not had since her teenage years. With mounting excitement Kate made her way to the room that Jean Denton had booked for her and entered.
Kate took out her blackberry and entered the code to access her private emails and read the instructions her master had sent. She had already read them more than ten times, but she had to make sure she had it just right. Then she looked around the room - a well appointed bedroom with some simple additions placed there earlier by her master. He had placed a footstool in the middle of the room and resting on it was a rattan cane. Kate had not had that yet. She knew her master had it in reserve in case of transgressions. That was why it was so important to stick exactly to the script.
