Christina knows she's a strong woman. After she finally gets out of her office job, she wants to be her own boss so that no man can ever tell her what to do again.
But then Leo Brown, the regional manager, comes to her office. He sees her lack of discipline and disrespect and knows just the way to set her straight.
So he bends her over his desk after work and gives Christina what he knows all mouthy, smart ass women want, even if she doesn't realize it at first.
Warning: this 6000 word short story contains scenes of spanking punishment, alpha male domination, and a reluctant submissive secretary who gets what's coming to her. All characters 18 or older. For adult readers only.
He had his expensive black leather belt looped a few times around his hand. The loose end flopped in the air.
That cold feeling started in my stomach again, and I couldn't look away from it.
"What... What are you doing with that?"
"Teaching you some discipline," he said, "But first... It works best on bare skin."
The leather brushed against my calf as he unzipped my skirt.
"Wait..." I said.
I squeezed my eyes shut as I felt him tug my skirt down around my ankles. This couldn't be happening. It had to be a dream.
I had dreams where men tied me up, where my mouth got me into trouble. Lately, it had been the guy from Starbucks. He would tie me up, then undress me with his teeth...
God! I started getting wet as a shiver ran down my spine. I hated how those dreams made me feel, like I was powerless. Like he could do anything he wanted to my body and I was powerless to stop him.
And Leo had such big, strong hands.
He grabbed my pantyhose and peeled them down my legs. The cool air coming down from the vent in the ceiling caressed my bared cheeks, leaving them stubbled with goosebumps.
"No panties? You're all the same," Leo said.
How many other girls had he done this to? I looked at that belt, wondering how many other bottoms he'd left stinging and red. Had those girls submitted to him, finally, begging him to stop?
I flexed my thighs, hoping he couldn't see the wetness between my lips.
"You don't have to..." I said.
But it was too late. He flipped the belt back, the tip of it brushing against the ceiling. I flinched as my bottom flexed involuntarily.
"This is for your own good," he said.
Then he smacked me with the belt. The leather made a loud snap as it hit my bared ass. I snarled, hissing out through my teeth as the hot sting began. My fingernails scratched at the desktop.
It hurt so much. My knees buckled under me and I would have fallen if he didn't keep a firm grasp on the back of my neck.
"This is what happens to girls with smart mouths," he said.
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Published May 18, 2013
Erotica, Literature & Fiction.