Nick sat in his office looking at the open binder on his desk and fuming. The first page was covered in his angry red felt tip pen scrawl. What a monumental fuck-up he thought. His long time and very efficient secretary, Ms. Rogers, had called in sick with the flu yesterday. She was so apologetic knowing the binders for the Board meeting were due Monday morning. But that couldn't be helped.
So here he was in the office on an early Saturday afternoon pissed off. Everyone else in the office was at fully capacity so he had to call the temp agency. Ms Rogers, from her sick bed, had sent the temp agency the Board presentation template and full instructions for the quarterly update.
What he was looking at was the shit-show of the agency's attempt at a draft of the presentation - created by some nitwit named Cassidy. Just then, security called to say the aforementioned Cassidy was on her way to his office. He gruffly said "Come in," when she knocked on his office door. A shy looking young woman walked in hesitantly.
"Well, there you are. Do you know what a fuck-up you made of my assignment? It shouldn't that hard. First, it's double spaced, not 1.5 spacing as required. Second, the formatting is all wrong, but most importantly, the updated information is in all the wrong places you idiot."
Cassidy turned bright red and looked down at the floor and was barely able to whisper, "I'm so sorry, please tell me what I can do."
"It's Saturday afternoon and my weekend is ruined. So fucking fix it," he said and tore several pages out of the binder and threw them and the binder on the floor in front of her. Cassidy was starting to sob softly at how cruel this man was. "I'm so sorry Mr. Anthony, I'll fix it." she weeped.
His cell phone suddenly rang and Nick looked to see Bethany was calling, so he answered and put it on speaker. "Where are you Daddy?" her voice said.
"Look baby, I'm stuck in the office trying to clear up a mess made by the young nitwit temp standing in front of me," he said glaring at Cassidy. "I'll try to be there in 3-4 hours."
"Sorry baby, but I'm going to dinner with my husband then."
"Fuck, how about tomorrow?"
"No, were going up to Maine tomorrow."
"Okay, babygirl, let's reschedule soon. Bye."
Cassidy was now alarmed. He was obviously talking with his mistress and now he thinks I've ruined both his weekend and his rendezvous.
"What the fuck are you waiting for - pick up those papers," he growled.
As Cassidy started to pick up the pages, he observed that she was actually quite pretty. Probably late 20s, a cute freckled face, blue eyes, and a little petite and with a slim tight body just the way he liked his women. Her long brown hair was sweeping the floor as she picked up the pages one by one. He also noted that instead of bending over to pick up the pages, she was on her hands and knees. An erection was slowly growing and he smiled and thought, "That would be a just reward for my missed weekend."
When Cassidy started to stand up, he said "No stay where you are. You're a docile little creature aren't you?"
She looked up at him, taking in his now visible hard-on and then the cruel smile on his face. "Yes sir, I guess I am," she said in a whisper before dropping her eyes to the floor.
Coming closer to her, with his crotch about six inches from her face, Anthony lifted up her chin to look directly in her eyes and without warning, slapped her hard across the face. Cassidy head snapped to the side and tears began to well in her eyes, but she did not try to crawl away or run to the door. Instead, she slowly brought her face around to look directly at Nick before lowering her eyes again.
"Ah, I thought so...not just docile, but a complete submissive. Most women would be scared right now, but I see more excitement in your eyes than fear, don't I?" Cassidy could only nod her head yes. "And your incompetence has caused me a lot of trouble, young lady. I'm missing a weekend with my family and a very important appointment. In addition, I'll have to pay that stupid temp agency overtime for your additional work."
Knowing exactly what his "very important appointment" was, Cassidy had to stifle a smile. "I'm so sorry Mr. Anthony, please let me make it up to you."
"Oh yes, you will. You fucked up my project, so now I'm going to fuck you up." He picked up a page of the project covered in corrections with his red pen and thrust it in her face. "What's this you little bitch?"
"I don't know what you mean sir," she whispered.
"Well dear, it's my corrections on your shitty work. After I'm through with you, your body will be covered with corrections just like it." Cassidy now gasped, in truth she was looking forward to being used by this strong dominant man, but now it was clear he intended to hurt her.
"No, Mr. Anthony, please anything you want, just don't mark me, I'm married."
Nick picked up her left hand and examined her rings. "Ah, so you are. That will be awkward undressing before bed tonight won't it, especially if your husband feels like fucking you tonight. When he sees my handiwork, he'll want to know what the fuck you've been doing, won't he?"