Chapter 2 (Friday)
Rebecca woke to the shrill sound of her alarm clock. It hadn't been one of her more restful nights. She sat on the edge of the bed to clear her head, and thought about the events of the previous day. Pulling up her nightgown, she looked at the hair that would soon be gone. Her lips were still puffy, she noticed grimly. She parted them and saw her clit poking out of the hood. Pushing temptation aside with a grimace, she took off the nightgown and donned a nice matching bra and panties set to exercise in. It would never do to have Maria wonder why there were none in the dirty clothes from last night. Then she pulled her hair back in a ponytail, went downstairs, exercised for a half hour, and visited with the boys as they ate breakfast. They were growing all too fast, she thought. Maria mentioned that the telephone had gone out the previous day. The repairmen had shown up later and put things right. Then up to shower and dress, putting on a garter belt and stockings for the first time in ages. Panties she knew she could remove easily.
She drove to work feeling on edge. She nodded perfunctorily to the girl at the front desk, ignored one of her staff members on the elevator, and breezed past a "Good Morning, Mrs. Dunbar" to seek the solace of her office. Her e-mails were more pointed than usual. Her nine o'clock seemed to irk her and she dismissed Jim Thomas to redo the work to her satisfaction.
At ten o'clock Kyle pulled into the Royal Manufacturing parking lot. He called Rebecca's office as he walked into the elevator. When Mrs. Davis answered, Kyle informed her that he was negotiating a very important contract with Mrs. Dunbar, and would need a half hour of her time. Mrs. Dunbar didn't have any appointments for the next hour, she informed him, and she would put him through to her. There was no need, he said, turning the corner and waving at a surprised Mrs. Davis as he entered the office.
Rebecca Dunbar looked up expecting to see her secretary.
"Good Morning, Rebecca," he began, sitting himself in front of her desk and crossing his legs.
"Good Morning, Sir," she said rising from her desk. "If you will excuse me for a moment."
"Sit down," he said firmly. They looked at each other for a few moments. "Did you bring yourself off last night?"
"No, Sir. There was no need."
"You wore pantyhose today?"
"No, Sir. I threw them out as you ordered," she said lying, but figuring she would have to do it soon.
"And today—are you wet?"
"I, I'm not sure. Maybe."
"Show me, like last night."
Rebecca shifted nervously in her chair. "I wasn't expecting you, Sir. If you will let me visit the washroom for a minute you can check."
"You mean that you are not dressed appropriately for me? Raise your skirt to your waist."
She stood and grasped the hem of her skirt. She raised it to show stockings and garters but also pink bikinis then sat again as he pointed a finger down.
" I had no way of knowing that you would show up here. I have never gone out without panties on and thought your orders were that I was not to wear them when you wanted to meet me, Sir."
"So you have decided how we are to meet?"
"It is what I assumed, Sir."
Kyle rose from his seat. With a long stride, he reached out and caught her hair in his hand. He lifted her out of her chair and brought her face almost against his own. "You do not set the rules here. You will find yourself in serious trouble with me if you presume anything. Remove them, now."
She struggled to lift her skirt and lower the offending garment as he held her firmly by hair that had been pulled out of her carefully contrived bun. She shook them down her legs and kicked them off. He bent down and picked them up, looked at the wetness as she looked on wide-eyed, and put them in his pocket.
"And what happens to disobedient girls?"
"I was not disobedient, Sir. You didn't make your requirements clear."
He smiled, but the smile wasn't pleasant. He dragged her by her hair across the room, through the kitchenette, and into the boardroom behind her office, squalling and oowing all the way as she tripped on her high heels. There he pushed her against the large table dominating the room where she stood, transfixed, more than a bit disheveled, and still breathing heavily from the exertion of the last few moments.
"Bend over the table and hold up your skirt. If you let it drop, I'll double the number."
"You can't really mean that you are going to hit me?" she asked incredulously.
"Everything is your option. I can walk out that door and the agreement between us is broken forever. Or you can request a spanking as punishment for disregarding my desires and take it like the strong woman I think you are. As I have said before, it is your choice. But I am getting very tired of your indecision. Perhaps we should just call this quits," he said walking toward a side door.
"No, no, please don't go. I...I'll accept it."
