"For fuck sake Samantha, if I have to come down there to show you how to do your FUCKING job again, you're going to FUCKING lose it!! Is that understood?!" Her voice, despite coming from the red, kissable lips of a beautiful woman, salivated with venom as she slammed the phone of her desk phone. "Honestly, how fucking hard is it to make a business pitch within a weeks time for a new fucking project?"
Jessica O'Hara had always been the one to get what she always wanted, which has honestly lead to her owning and running as large of a company as she has now. Standing at roughly 5'6", her heels keep her at roughly 5'10", giving her the ability to look down on most, and eye level with others. Her bright red hair, which usually reaches to her mid back, sits at the top of her head in a messy bun, easily showing off her beauty. Between her emerald green eyes, her sun kissed skin and her freckled cheeks, she seemed as much of a model as the ones her company shoots pictures of.
But then she opens her mouth, and the profane, indignant way she demands and orders others seem to dull her looks down. The door opens a few moments after the call as a man walks in with paperwork and a large coffee. Despite the chaos, this seemed to be almost nothing new or shocking to him.
"Ms. O'Hara, I've got your drink and the stats on the new... product." Slowing down, his eyes look her over for a moment before pursing his lips. His eyes spot the unopened bag on her desk and his anger slowly starts to flare. "You never ate your lunch, did you?"
"What makes you think I have the time to eat when I'm this busy?" She asks, waving the question off as her hands fly across the keyboard to a new email. "Besides, I'm not hungry and I can eat later-"
"Kitten." His tone was firm and clipped. The sounds of the keyboard stopped just as abruptly. Her eyes never left the screen, but she immediately knew she was in trouble. He never used her submissive name in the office unless he needed to.
Her eyes slowly moved from her computer to his face, her hands moving to her lap and the only sound in the room being her chair as she turned slightly to look at him directly. "Yes Sir?" She asked hesitantly, her voice small and worried in comparison to what it was.
He was at the other side of her desk at this point, looking directly down at her. His full height of 6'0" towered over her as his gaze gave her the chills. "What rule did you break just now?"
She opened her mouth for an immediate excuse, breathing deeply about how busy she was, but it died just as quickly as it formed on her tongue. Looking back down, she says quietly, "I have to take care of myself above all, even if I'm busy." The look in his eyes and the raised eyebrow signals that she messed up something before quickly adding, "S-sir."
"Stand up and assume the position." The order was given easily and despite knowing what was about to happen, she stood up. Her dress flowed down to her knees, but was easy enough to flip up as she bared her dark green boy short lingerie underneath.
Despite her tanned skin, her smooth ass had always been pale in comparison. But as his hand cupped her cheek firmly, bringing it back and swatting her firmly, she began to turn a deep shade of red.
Her hands lay on the desk as she kept her face against the cool wood, her ass high in the air as she waited for the next swat. She loved the way he took care of her, whether she meant for it or not. He only punished her when she didn't do something she needed to and taking care of herself was always high up there. He always seemed to take it as a personal insult when she pushed it off.
Releasing the bun on her head, he showered the cascade of red hair, just before taking it in his hand and holding her in place with a firm grip. It's at that point the true punishment began. The sting of her cheeks continued for 10 hard, slightly welted spanks on each cheeks, making her squeel and cry out each time.
But as he released her, she lay in the same position, knowing that he wasn't going to let her go so easily. "What are my rules Kitten?" He asks, walking to her chair and looking under the desk. A large safe sat there, buried in the carpet and holding the only things she truly cared about.
"To do as told Sir," she says, almost squeaking in anticipation as she saw what he was going for. "To never reveal what we are to each other to anyone else, at least for now."
Her eyes dilated slightly as he placed several items on the desk in front of her. The large wooden paddle. The fuzzy leather handcuffs. The large ball gag. "And to take care of myself, whether I'm told to or n-"
Her voice caught in her throat at the last word as the large Hitachi wand was placed on the desk. Her hands twisted her hair absentmindedly, as she always did when her mind was running a million miles a second. Her legs seemed to want to give in as she bit her bottom lip and eyed him mischievously.
"Strip." He says calmly, sitting back in her chair and leaning back. She almost threw herself off the table in suspense as she immediately began jump out of her heels and to undo her shirt, flinging it off haphazardly to the corner of the room. Underneath, she wore a matching forest green bra in which he stopped her before she could to it off. "Stop. Let me just," he says, his eyes looking her body over as her smile grew wider.
She knew that her pale skin, red hair and green eyes always looked amazing in the dark green color, and she did a slow twirl for him as he savored the moment. "Continue," he says, leaning back and smiling. But with the sudden stop, the rush to be unclothed came to a slow crawl. She loved the hungry look in his eyes and she began to milk it for all it was worth.
