(continued from Part 01)
Things at the Landing Corporation, at least in Nicola's department, were going swimmingly. Nicola's brunette assistant, Angel, was a model employee, keeping things humming along smoothly. Her blonde haired boss, Nicola, was a focused, poised manager, who smiled a lot, and complimented her staff on the fine jobs they were doing. Morale had never been better.
Angel and Nicola managed to have 'lunch' at Angel's place once or twice a week, which made them both content. Nicola was happy getting naked and doing a little crawling if it meant she got to go down on Angel. She was no longer reticent about licking, sucking and fingering Angel's vulva. Angel was receiving gradually improving cunnilingus from her boss, and experiencing lovely orgasms.
However, one rainy day they leaped out of the cab into a downpour and raced into Angel's building, because they'd neglected to have an umbrella with them. When they opened Angel's door, Nicola thoughtlessly hurried forward, wiping water out of her eyes. She stopped abruptly when Angel cried out, "Girl, stop!" But it was too late. Downstairs, Nicola had stomped through a mud puddle, and in her haste to get into the room was leaving a dirty trail of footprints over Angel's expensive, formerly pristine carpet!
Abashed, Nicola hurried off the carpet back to the entryway, but the damage was done. "I'm so sorry, Miss," she said, reacting to the commanding power of Angel's voice.
"Get everything off your body - now," Angel demanded. "I'll get a towel and a cloth for you to clean your feet." Due to her dominant nature, she knew that her submissive needed a bit of a punishment to reinforce her training.
"Thank you, Miss. Thank you," Nicola whispered, not daring to look at her while she stripped. A minute later, she was toweled off, and her feet were clean and dry. She stood in the main room, naked and uncertain what to do with her hands, head contritely down as she waited for Angel to reappear.
Angel still had damp hair when she entered the room, but she'd also stripped, toweled off, and put on a fresh set of dry clothes. Muttering about the state of her rug, she took Nicola's clothes and tossed them in the dryer, starting it up. Reentering the main room, Angel seated herself on the sofa, sitting on the forward edge of the seat. Addressing Nicola, she stated, "Your heedless act warrants a spanking, girl. Come here and get over my knees."
Nicola was nonplussed, wondering if Angel was serious. "I haven't been spanked since I was a child, and rarely even then," she thought. This made her hesitate.
Angel locked eyes with her. "Did you hear me, girl? I said get over my knees - now." She didn't raise her voice in saying this. Neither did she sound angry. She sounded like someone who had a task to do, and determined to do it. Her voice had such a quality of command that Nicola fairly scooted over to the sofa. But once there, she awkwardly complied... perhaps even grudgingly.
Angel was right handed, so she had Nicola drape herself facing to Angel's left, with her ass over Angel's right thigh. Once her girl was positioned there, Angel placed her left hand between Nicola's shoulder blades, and then brought her right hand smartly down against Nicola's bare buttocks!
If Nicola harbored any ideas that this might be a playful, sham spanking, that first swat quickly dispelled such notions. She shrieked, shocked at the sting of that spank! And it was only the first of several. In Angel's mind, she was just correcting her girl's behavior. The spanking was a means of reinforcing what was expected of her submissive. As her Mistress, if Angel neglected to do so, she'd feel she'd been remiss in her duties. She spanked enough to heat Nicola's butt cheeks... not doing any lasting damage, but certainly making a point.
Meanwhile, Nicola was alternating between gasping and shrieking as she squirmed atop Angel's knees. She was embarrassed at being treated this way, shedding tears as she jerked and thrashed, too shocked to even think of asking Angel to stop. When Angel did cease spanking, and removed her hand from Nicola's back, the older woman slid backward to get off the thighs. The heat of her ass warned her not to land on her buttocks, so she ended up kneeling up high next to the sofa. She was upset at enduring corporal punishment for something that she saw as purely an accident. So she sulked.
Unperturbed, Angel fetched drinks and the sandwiches she'd prepared and put them on a low table near enough to the sofa that they both could reach. She knew she really hadn't caused Nicola much pain - her boss was merely reacting to the humiliation, so she let her process it. This lunch was a very reserved one. Nicola was reliving the sequence over and over in her mind. Angel could tell her boss was preoccupied, but in her own mind she'd delivered a legitimate and necessary punishment, and that was the end of it. But she was perceptive enough to let Nicola continue to process it, ready to answer questions or discuss it if her girl wished to do so. She was curious to learn how Nicola would react to this first chastisement.
Nicola was letting a little of their business relationship creep into her analysis of the situation. "My assistant just spanked me!" her mind screamed. "She laid hands on me! It hurt!" she mentally whimpered. Letting the two separate worlds overlap was her first mistake. Her second was in harboring her thoughts and response, without sharing them with her Mistress. She wasn't opening any lines of communication, which could have led to a better understanding.
By the time Nicola's clothes were dry, and she was dressed once again, they went silently downstairs. The rain had stopped and they both avoided the muddy puddles left in its wake as they hailed a taxi. The pain in Nicola's butt had abated somewhat, but she still sat a little gingerly on the taxi's seat.
When they reached the office, Angel returned to her duties as if nothing had happened. Nicola made a few phone calls, then called Angel over to her desk. "You've done a splendid job of organizing and getting this department running efficiently, Angel. The accounts department is in one hell of a mess, so I'm transferring you over there. You'll be the personal assistant to the accounts manager, so I'm sure you'll soon have that place running like a top. You'd better grab your things and head over there now - he's waiting for you to start." She paused, and held out some money. "And one more thing. Here's some money to get your damn carpet cleaned."
Angel smiled that maddeningly knowing smile of hers upon hearing of her lateral transfer. She thought, "So she's pushing me away. If she's trying to humiliate me, it won't work. The punishment I dealt her was justified." Out loud, she accepted the money and the reassignment with aplomb. "Thank you, Nicola. It was wonderful working with you." She took her things and headed to the accounts department.
Nicola was a little disappointed that Angel didn't make a scene of some kind, though. As Angel departed, Nicola felt saddened, but justified her actions to herself. "It's a good thing she's gone," she assured herself. "I had to stop that before I got sucked into something darker."
During the next several weeks, Nicola tried to put Angel out of her mind. It didn't help that the manager of the accounting department called her with glowing praises about how Angel was efficiently transforming his department, streamlining the internal systems and structures. He was very grateful to her for sending Angel his way. Nicola spoke graciously, but was almost gritting her teeth, and managed to hang up carefully when they were done, rather than slam her phone down.
At home, she also tried to be a good wife and a great mother to her kids. Her husband noticed she wasn't quite as bubbly and loving as she'd been recently, but he figured that there were just some extra stresses at work. The kids loved cuddling with Mom at bedtime while she read them stories to get them drowsy. And Nicola still looked at lesbian porn when she had her home computer to herself, and got aroused, but she winced when there was spanking involved, and quickly sought other videos.
But as her cravings built, Nicola found herself looking with a speculative eye at other females in the office. She'd look, but lacked the courage to attempt to take it any further. It was almost like a drug addict in need of another 'score' of what she'd been using. The need got worse and worse, until her hands were shaking if she didn't focus on controlling them. In her mind, there was only one 'viable' source of what she needed - Angel. The other women around her might look good, but they wouldn't understand. Angel understood. They might reject her - Angel never would. They might blackmail her - Angel hadn't and wouldn't.
Finally, with shaking fingers, Nicola dialed the manager of the accounting department, and asked if she could have Angel transferred back, saying that some issues had arisen that required her efficient approach. "Well, I'd hate to lose her. She sure is a wiz," he said, his voice conveying a smile. "But she was your hire in the first place, and I think she's got us organized enough that we can sail along on the course she's set. When would you want her back?"
"It's already Friday," Nicola murmured. "How about first thing Monday?"
"Fine, I'll let her know to report to you on Monday," he replied. "Thanks again for at least loaning her to us."
That was a very, very long weekend for Nicola. She wondered how Angel would react to being sent back as her assistant once again. She agonized about how that meeting on Monday would go. Stress sweating about the possible scenarios, Nicola had to shower each day of the weekend. And they were usually cool, if not cold, showers. She rushed to the office extra early, and tried to calm herself by sipping coffee as she waited for Angel's arrival.
Right on time, Angel walked into her office. Smiling at her, Angel merely said, "Good morning, Nicola. What would you like me to get started on?"
No recriminations. No anger. It was as if she'd never been away. Nicola hadn't been sure what sort of behavior to expect from her brunette assistant - but this attitude caught her completely by surprise. A little flummoxed, she stammered out a task, and Angel started in on it with no further words.
As the workday proceeded, Angel seemed to be her normal self, not acting angry or standoffish, just coolly efficient and focused on each task as she received them. When the workday came to an end, Angel merely said, "Have a good evening, Nicola. See you tomorrow." She left with a little wave of her hand. Nicola sat at her desk, looking more confused than ever. She couldn't fault any of Angel's actions or behavior during that entire day. She was, as usual, a model employee. But that didn't help Nicola's cravings one iota!
