This story is a sequel to a story entitled "Good Things Cum in Small Packages". I hope everyone enjoys re-visiting these characters.
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As she walked through the door, Barbii Hall hoped Bear wouldn't be too upset with her. It just couldn't be helped.
"You're late." Robert Robinson's tone was flat and to-the-point. Her Bear was angry and there was nothing to be done except take her punishment and hope he'd be merciful.
"I'm sorry Bear; I was kept late at work and ..."
"Barbii, you know our arrangement. No excuses will be tolerated, no exceptions. You must accept your punishment."
Barbii hung her head low and then looked up at him, slightly forlorn; knowing her Master loved her dearly and would never truly hurt her. "Yes Bear, I understand. Whatever you decide."
Robert Robinson looked at his fiancé, the adorable pixie who had brought so much joy back into his life. "Since you accepted your fate graciously, I shall be lenient. Come over here, across my lap. A spanking -- twenty swats should do it."
Barbii tried to suppress a smile; she knew Bear wasn't too unhappy if he only chosen a spanking. The riding crop or the belt -- those were times she'd out-and-out displeased him and they stung, but she knew everything he did, it was done with love. In his arms, in their world, Barbii was totally safe. In the years she had given herself totally over to her "Bear", she had only upset him to that point a few times. Barbii lived to bring joy into the life of the large, wonderful man she adored from the bottom of her feet to the top of her head.
The swats came, fast, furious, but not too hard. When she pulled her tiny skirt back down over her heated buttocks, they both sat on the couch and although his face still looked stern, she knew she was now free to explain.
"My apologies, Bear. That ...
bitch
... Victoria, I was just on my way out the door when she told me she had some last-minute paperwork that needed doing. Vindictive skank -- it's only because I'm selling more properties than she is, even though she's the boss. It was all such pointless busy-work, I just get so ..." Barbii started to tear up a little.
Robert frowned. He did not like seeing his fiancé upset, not for any reason. She was the light in his day when he didn't think he'd ever feel that kind of joy again. After his wife Kate had passed, he was just going through the motions. Then Barbii came -- no,
forced
-- her way into his life and gave him his new life, he was her Master, she his toy and lover. It fit them both; he loved being the protector and decision-maker in the relationship. Barbii was not a stupid woman, nor did she need protecting in actuality -- she had just chosen to let him be the Master, to submit to his will and to make him happy, which in turn, made them both happy. Last year, he had finally realized just how much he loved her and had her move in after proposing. She cried near-hysterically, then they made love until she actually wore him out. No - having Victoria upset their world simply would not do.
He hugged his strawberry-blonde angel close, she felt warm and comfortable beside him. His mind raced, then the idea came to him. "Barbara -- my dear one -- this Victoria, what is she like?"
Barbii frowned, but when she saw Robert's face, she answered. "She's -- well, you know the type Bear, driven to succeed. I suppose if she let her hair down and stopped dressing so severe, she'd be quite attractive. She's tall, I'd say around 5'10" or so -- nice enough figure -- auburn hair. I don't think she has a boyfriend, I know she isn't married and I'm pretty sure she isn't a lesbian."
"Would you be interested in taking charge of her?"
Barbii's face had a look on puzzlement on it. "I-I'm sorry Bear, I don't understand what you mean?"
Robert hugged her close. "I think this woman needs some control and discipline in her life, to be shown that her actions have consequences and she is not the only person in the world. I have a way to do just that, I will require your assistance. Can you have her here night after next? Tell her I am considering buying some Rental Properties and wish to meet with her at my Condo. You bring her here in your car, tell her I insist, I will need you as a witness. I'll give you the rest of the details later, for now, I want to take you to our bed and show you that you are loved and desired, I want us to please each other."
"Master?" Her light blue eyes danced as she looked at her man.
He grinned. "Don't you understand, you little scamp? I'm horny -- dinner can wait, get your ass in the bedroom woman, I want to
fuck
you!" He swatted her ass one final time as she squealed and scampered off to their bedroom.
On the appointed day, Victoria Tyler was surprised to find a Post-It message on her computer from Barbii Hall asking if they could speak. She wondered what the little snip wanted now? Barbii was one of her least favorite people at the company, yet she really couldn't' understand why. She was friendly enough and a go-getter and made them good money. She knew she was a bit jealous of the younger woman, but there was more to it than that.
"Yes, Miss Hall? Is there something I can help you with?" Victoria said dryly as she entered Barbii's office.
"Miss Tyler, yes. A dear friend of mine is interested in some Investment Properties and he didn't think he should go through me -- it seemed improper. He knew you by reputation and asked if I could arrange it. It would be a nice commission for you, if you are interested, I can take you there tonight at 5."
"I can go alone, thank you."
Barbii shook her head, strawberry-blonde curls falling loosely. "No, that won't do. Mr. Robinson was most insistent that I be there as well, to witness any transactions. Robert is the kind of man that wants things done his way, shall I call him and tell him we'll be there?"
Victoria's eyes narrowed, but showed no signs of suspicion. "Yes, please. Yes, you may."
As she expected, beyond perfunctory conversation and some business, Victoria didn't say much to her in the car. When the arrived at Robert's spacious Condo, she could tell the woman was suitably impressed. She should have been, Robert had wonderful taste and what he didn't know about, he'd allowed Barbii to put her own spin on. Of course, Barbii wasn't about to let on her relationship with the older, masculine man, let alone that he was actually her fiancé. If she let that slip, their plan would be ruined.
Victoria wasn't quite as business-like when dealing with Robert. She'd actually let her hair down and Barbii noticed her skirt was a bit shorter now, she'd hiked it up. Robert gave her absolutely no encouragement, aside from offering her coffee and some crackers and cheese, he kept the topic focused wholly on business. Barbii thought she was going to bust a gut trying
not
to laugh.
After her second mug of coffee, Victoria said she felt a bit light-headed and thought she'd like to use the bathroom to splash some cool water on her face.
She never made it.
She awoke some time later and, to her horror, found herself dressed only in her lingerie, tied to a large bed. What the
hell
was going on? She was rightly terrified.
Robert stood in the doorway, shirtless, Barbii stood beside him. She was clad in a black leather bustier and matching thong, black stilettos and looked strong and fierce. Victoria's terror mounted.
"Please, don't ... I'm afraid, please let me go," Victoria pleaded as Barbii walked over to the bed.
"I'm afraid not. Victoria, you have been cruel and rude to my fiancé. That is not acceptable, to me or her. There are consequences to such actions. You will not be harmed, but you are to be shown the error of your ways. Once I am sure you have repented, you will be released. Barbii?"
"Yes, Master?"
"Remove her bra and panties. Leave her stockings and heels on, you know I like those."
