I looked out the window of the train and thought ahead to my meeting later that afternoon. A professor of political science at a university in Boston, I was on my way to New York City to meet with my editor. She and I had worked together on my previous two books and had always gotten along very well. Despite the fact that we had never actually met in person we had developed a virtual friendship through the endless back and forth of emails and phone calls as each book was published. I had to admit that I especially looked forward to our phone calls. Her husky voice and sense of humor were a great combination.
Unfortunately we had hit an impasse on the contract for my latest book. It got to the point where it was getting hard to negotiate long distance and we agreed that it was time for me to visit her offices in New York. I decided to cancel classes on Friday and take a long weekend in the city. After the meeting with Linda I planned to enjoy a steak dinner and a show.
After a short cab ride from the station I entered a swanky office building and rode the elevator to the 28th floor. Exiting the elevator I saw her name on the glass wall of a well-appointed suite. I walked over and introduced myself to the secretary, a gorgeous black woman in her mid twenties. "Hi, I'm Eric Johnson, I have a 1 o'clock appointment with Linda Greenhouse. "Good afternoon, Professor Johnson, I'll let her know you're here." She picked up her phone and called Linda, "Professor Johnson is here, ma'am. Yes, ma'am." She hung up and rose from behind her desk. "This way, sir," she said and led me through down the hallway into the back of the suite. We reached Linda's office and the secretary knocked on the door twice before opening it and taking me inside.
"Thank you, Elena, you may go," said Linda without looking up from the pile of papers on her desk. Once Elena had left Linda stood up and finally looked at me with a serious expression. She was gorgeous. Beyond gorgeous, actually – she was intimidating. About my height with medium length blonde hair and piercing blue eyes, she wore a classy short-skirted gray suit over a white silk blouse that strained against heavy breasts. Her skirt showed off great legs and fashionable heels that had obviously cost a lot of money.
I felt a bit awkward as I walked over to her desk, reaching out to shake hands. "It's great to finally meet you, Linda. What a great office you have." Linda stepped out from behind her desk and reached out as if she were going to shake hands. At the last moment instead of shaking my hand she slapped my face hard. I was stunned, but before I could gather my wits to respond she rammed her knee into my groin. I doubled over and fell to the ground, gasping to get my breath. Linda walked around behind me. While I was seeing stars and holding my crotch she grabbed a bamboo cane sitting beside her desk. In a swift motion that I was in no shape to prevent she yanked at my slacks, pulling them down around my knees. I started to protest but that's when the first blow of the cane landed on my bare ass. Whack! The pain seared through me like I'd never felt. I tried to wiggle away but between my balls being on fire, my pants being tangled around my knees, and being hit with the cane I had no chance. Linda started to cane my ass rhythmically, punctuating her sentences with violent strokes of the cane.
"Eric, I thought we had a good relationship (whack). I thought we understood each other (whack). Everything went fine with the other books, but now you're getting greedy and want a bigger percentage (whack, whack). I've had enough of your greedy and selfish behavior, do you understand (whack, whack, whack)?"
