Susie stood in the bath. Her palms touched the cool wet tiles in front of her as she stood there. Waiting, just for a moment, her red bottom, warm, dripping with sparkling white bubbles, rocking gently as she prepared to lift a foot and leave the bath. Thoughts of his words, swimming through her mind as she stared down at the steaming water.
"When I get home, I expect to find you bathed, in your pyjamas, your bottom powdered and waiting for me in the bedroom."
His words sent a shiver down her spine. Fearing a new warmth in her behind, a warmth that would leave her unable to sit and too giddy to stand. Oh, how she craved her punishment.
Picking the softest white towel, she dried herself, tenderly, completely. Slipping between her thighs, the towel brushing her most intimate areas, her soft, full lips and her small, tender nipples, her drying became an arousing pleasure. She sensed the first drops of wetness trickling down to her sex as she imagined her fate and enjoyed the towels arousal.
The knock at the door made her jump. She had barely finished smoothing her pjs over her pert bottom as the sound echoed through the hall below.
Had he left his keys at home? She had been told to wait in the bedroom.
Fear increased in her as she descended the stair case. Brushing past the washing on the stairs, the washing that Susie never seemed to get round to putting away, she made her way to the door.
Peering through the glass, Susie discerned a familiar profile, but it wasn't her husband!
Opening the door, hiding her body behind the frame, Susie was greeted by her Manager, Stephen Smith.
"Hello Susie," he barked. "Your husband has asked me to pay you a visit. He has asked me to deal with your poor performance at work in a more traditional manner."
Susie winced. Stephen was her husbands best friend. Mark had got her the job at the solicitors, old friends helping one another. She had enjoyed the job but her lazy ways sometimes left Mark with room for criticism.
"Stephen, what? How dare you! He can't have put you up to this!"
Lifting a mobile phone, the screen thrust towards her, he looked into her eyes.
"Be in no doubt, an agreement has been brokered. If you want your job, you will yield to my hand young lady."
Pushing the door open further, Stephen stepped across the threshold.
"Up to your room young lady," he ordered, his voice sharp, confident.
Susies jaw dropped. Her eyes were wide in disbelief.
"This can't be right. Mark would never let another man touch me"! Her voice faltering, her nerves fraying and tears beginning to well. "Please no!"
"No more of this Susie, if you want your job, you are having your arse thrashed. Upstairs, Nowww...!"
Turning on her bare feet, Susie scampered up the stairs, followed steadily, purposefully by Stephen.
