Copyright 2021. All characters are fictional. All characters are over 18. Any resemblance to persons living or dead are coincidental.
Jaqueline was deeply confused by recent events. Her executive assistant, Edward had been offended by the lack of respect shown by a rising star on the staff, Dasha, and had offered to resolve the problem. While normally unperturbed by office politics and gossip, Edward had been visibly annoyed by Dasha's attitude, and had asked Jaqueline for a few days off and permission to resolve the problem. Jaqueline was getting fed up with Dasha's attitude, and said, "Please, do whatever it takes."
With this, Edward had flashed one of his rare smiles, and assured Jaqueline that Dasha would see her in a new light. Jaqueline was a little puzzled by Edward's lack of detail as to his intentions, but given his efficiency in every other task, didn't give it much thought. That smile, though. He didn't often smile. He was either alert and focused on a task or resting his eyes, and not much in between at the office.
Jaqueline thought about that smile and her assistant's physique and posture, and she got a fluttery feeling between her thighs. He wore a suit well. On the few occasions, always after normal business hours, when he took off his jacket, his broad shoulders, narrow hips, and flat stomach had given Jaqueline something to think about, even though he was years, well over a decade older than her. But while a successful executive, she hadn't had much time for romance or relationships, and Edward scrupulously avoided any hint of his relationships, or even his orientation at work. What a waste if he was gay, reflected Jaqueline. Occasionally she heard rumors about him politely declining flirtations and invitations from both men and women on the staff, and speculations about his tastes, but that seemed like the usual office cattiness.
Once, someone had remarked in front of him that he must be in love with his boss, and Edward went cold, gave the staffer his full attention and focus in silence until the staffer lost her nerve and apologized profusely. He just nodded, thanked her for her apology and returned to his tasks. That staffer had later gone to Human Resources and tried to complain that Edward had intimidated her, but all he had done was look at her, and she had made comments about his personal life, accusing him of an improper relationship without anything to back it up, she was warned about her conduct, and Edward's behavior was deemed appropriate to the circumstances. Jaqueline felt comfortable working with him, as his conduct made it easier for her to maintain her professional reputation, and after the lone incident, no one even hinted that there was anything between them. Still, Jaqueline reflected, if there were to be an office romance, he would be the man she picked.
Jaqueline had a few relationships over the years, but the inept fumbling of her boyfriends left her uninterested in going any further than fumbling, and girls simply didn't make any sparks for her. At the office, however, the women were very talkative, and her reputation was too important to her, and the men were, well, too unattractive, or married, or gay, or... Edward. She had come to the conclusion that no man was ever going to be as satisfying as her own fingers, but somehow, she felt Edward might be different. He was the ideal executive assistant, but apparently unavailable for anything else, and Jaqueline felt that was a bit of a pity.
Then Edward and Dasha disappeared for a few days, and when they came back, Dasha was a reformed character. Every aspect of her work and behavior was improved, and Dasha's respect for Jaqueline was above reproach, a complete change from the sullen, snide remarks from prior to their trip. Edward, on the other hand, acted as if nothing happened. He managed Jaqueline's calendar and appointments, and tracked operations as deftly as ever. After three weeks of Dasha's new respect for Jaqueline, Jaqueline had to know what happened. She wasn't sure how to approach it, so on a Friday morning she started by asking Dasha point blank what happened.
With her eyes down, she said, "Miss Jaqueline, you'll have to ask Mister Edward about that." Which piqued Jaqueline's curiosity even further as Dasha had never used formal address before that weekend, and now only used it for Jaqueline and Edward. To everyone else, she was very much the tough girl; a little intimidating, and always forceful and energetic. Dasha was an attractive young woman, and a little on the butch side, which Jaqueline found cute and occasionally annoying, but this docile, submissive manner was confusing, but very sexy in a way Jaqueline couldn't put words around. Not that Jaqueline wanted to bed Dasha, but that she wanted to share in whatever had led to this subtly sensual transformation.
That evening, as the office was clearing out for the night, having spent the day thinking about how to approach the subject, she waited for Edward to come in for the end of day and end of week task checks. At the end of normal business hours, Edward had hung up his jacket and loosened his tie a bit. As was their habit, at the end of every day, Jaqueline took a few minutes with her assistant to go over the statuses of the projects, and the schedule for the next day, or on Fridays, for the next week. She listened and adjusted the plans and priorities for next week, and was reminded of a few things that needed to happen. As Edward was closing his old fashioned black notebook where he tracked all this, Jaqueline, instead of the usual closing politenesses, said, "Edward, I had a few words with Dasha. About her attitude."
His lips tightened into a line for a moment. "Ma'am? Has she been a problem?"
"No, not at all. The opposite. What happened that weekend? I asked her, and she said I needed to ask you about it."
"Ma'am, I helped her see a perspective she hadn't considered, and you did say 'do whatever it takes'."
"But how? She's such a wild cat normally. She stands up to everyone. She doesn't take anything from anyone."
"Except you, and, apparently, me. Now."
The sun had set, and the stars were coming out over the skyline visible from Jaqueline's corner office window. As was often the case, Edward and Jaqueline were the last two in their office's suites, which occupied two floors of the building. Edward took a deep breath, and looked uncomfortable. Jaqueline had never seen him uncomfortable. He was always in command of himself, even as the most heated discussions were being held around him, or when addressing issues that would have other staffers trembling and stuttering. This was even more disconcerting than Dasha's meekness to Jaqueline.
"I... helped her understand that her... tough girl attitude wasn't helpful, and that... um... your... quieter approach didn't mean you were weak or to be bullied."
"Edward. I need to hear the whole story. Now." She went over to the couch, and gestured for him to take the other end of the couch. He hesitated, then complied with the implied order.
Then Edward began to share the story.
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He explained how he created a pretense to get Dasha alone and away from the amenities of civilization. He explained how he had presented her with a choice of consenting to his tutelage or calling Jaqueline and apologizing for her bratty, spoiled attitude. He mentioned that he had told Dasha that 'Miss Jaqueline' didn't believe Dasha could do it.
"I never said that! And when did I become 'Miss Jaqueline'?"
"I, uh, took a bit of creative license. If she believed that you questioned her resolve, her ability to do something, she was going to be more resolved to do it.
"As far as 'Miss' goes," he continued, "I have always spoken of you to the staff that way, ma'am."
Jaqueline took a moment to think about this. "Okay, but this doesn't explain the changes in Dasha's behavior."
So Edward continued. When Edward spoke of spanking Dasha for being disrespectful to Jaqueline, Jaqueline turned bright red. The way Dasha had spoken of her was infuriating, but in her heart, Jaqueline knew there was some truth there. Jaqueline could admit that she was... mousy. She was organized and hard working, but didn't like 'bossing' or confrontation. She tried to listen calmly, but Edward's proximity, and the complex eroticism of the account of Dasha's education were exciting Jaqueline, making her squirm in her seat on the couch. At the same time, Jaqueline felt betrayed. Somewhere deep in her heart, she wished that the rumor that Edward had a crush on her had a nugget of truth in it, and she couldn't understand how Edward could touch another woman the way he did, if he had feelings for her. Irrational of her, of course, but it still rankled.
When he got to Dasha kissing his manhood, her hand dropped between her thighs, and she began to unconsciously rub her core, until she caught herself and jerked her hand away, turning even redder. A smile flickered across Edward's lips as he continued to relay the details of how he led Dasha to submit to him, and indirectly, Jaqueline. She looked down, and could see his manhood straining against his trousers, and the dark fabric of his trousers made it hard to be certain, she thought she could see a small spot of wetness growing.
Edward came to the part where Dasha had consented to be restrained on the bed. Jaqueline was speechless. That Edward was capable of... this. That Dasha would rather accept this than apologize to Jaqueline. The erotic nature of the story. That Edward would plan and execute this for her, because a subordinate had been disrespectful to her. Edward, apparently, was extremely knowledgeable about women's bodies, in a way that she had always found other men to be lacking in. As Edward delivered his account of events, Jaqueline became more aroused, both with the picture Edward was painting of events, and imagining how it must have felt for Dasha.
Jaqueline moved a little closer on the couch and rested one hand on Edward's thigh, and the other hand returned between her thighs of its own accord. Edward looked up and over her shoulder as he continued, as if to respect Jaqueline's privacy. Edward arrived at the point where Dasha promised to be respectful to Jaqueline, and Jaqueline was flushed and trembling with arousal. When Edward described the reward for Dasha's compliance, Jaqueline joined Dasha in climaxing. Only by the quickest of smiles did Edward acknowledge Jaqueline's squeaks of pleasure and trembling as her fingers brought herself over the edge. It was hard to miss, as Jaqueline's grip on Edward's thigh became painfully tight, and the crotch of her pants suit went dark with her juices.
As Jaqueline caught her breath, Edward sat calmly, studying her face. He was smiling a little, then reached out and stroked Jaqueline's hair before jerking his hand back and looking ashamed.
"And that's it, ma'am. Dasha promised to be more respectful, and she knows I keep an eye on her. She consented at every step, and could have stopped things at any point.".
"Excuse me, I need some water-"
"Let me get it for you ma'am. Just water, or a drop of something stronger? You seem a little flustered."
