It took a week to straighten out his files but then my editor contacted me. He had only a few minor adjustments to make to the last chapter and that only took one day. The big decision regarding my staying was once again at hand. I stopped in the office to see if he had found anything else for me to do and he handed me the papers he was working on. "Here, look at these and tell me what you think."

I perused the documents for a few minutes and the crease in my eyebrows told him I found something disturbing. In working there I had gotten a fairly good knowledge of his way of making a living. I looked up and said, "It's a bad idea."

He smiled and asked why. I pulled a few of the files I had reorganized and said, "Because of this, and this, and this. It's a losing proposition as it stands but you might be able to make something out of it if you consider this one too."

He was still smiling and said, "Go on."

I went into a detailed explanation of why his original plan was faulty and then the light dawned. I looked at his wide grin and said, "You did this on purpose. All the information I needed was in those disorganized files. You knew I would find the error. Now, can you tell me why we went through this charade?"

He grinned, "I need an assistant and if I offered you the job right away I was afraid you would think you couldn't do it and might refuse. I had faith in you so I gave you a test. I think we're both satisfied that you are qualified. I believe it is traditional to continue our conversation by having you look at this."

He pushed a small piece of paper towards me. There was only a number on it and a large one at that but when I said I didn't understand he explained, "That's what I am offering you as a salary."

I looked again and was shocked. It was at least ten times what I made at my old job and I thought that one paid a decent salary. This was unbelievable and I was momentarily speechless. He added, "I will need you close at hand so you will have to live here. Do you need some time to consider the offer?"

I realized that he was right. If he offered me this position a few weeks ago I would have felt unequal to the task. His test paid off and I answered, "I don't know. It is tempting but . . . May I borrow your pen?"

I scratched out part of his number and increased it by ten dollars. As I handed it back to him I said, "I can't accept anything less than this."

He said, "Hmm, you drive a hard bargain. However, you must remember that you are still a newcomer into this business. I'll make you a deal. Accept the original offer and if I'm satisfied after a month I'll increase your pay to this amount."

I said that sounded fair and couldn't help asking, "Will the general rules you laid out for me when I started on your files still stand? Specifically, will you deal with unsatisfactory performance as you specified earlier."

He tried to look stern and then smiled as he replied, "Of course."

I stood up and shook his hand. "Good. Then it's settled. What do I do now?"

He said, "For a start. Redo this project so it will be successful."

I worked at the oak table for the next week while workmen made the adjoining room into a suitable office for me. I wrote to my folks and told them of my job and while they were pleased with my new career; they were not happy with my living arrangements.

The first day I was in my new office I sent him some work to be reviewed. It was awful and when he came in to question me he saw me bent over my desk with my dress raised and panties at my ankles. I had made a quick trip to the special room and had the paddle and the strap on either side of me. Luckily, his chosen implement was his hand and after giving my bare bottom a good warming he violated a number of sexual harassment laws. He repeatedly took unfair advantage of his employee's position and availability to satisfy his carnal lusts. Remind me to lodge a formal complaint with the appropriate authorities someday. Tee-hee.

When I was writing my book I really didn't have much interaction with him except for our chats in the library and when he was spanking me. Even then he remained somewhat detached and aloof but working with him on a daily basis was a different story. He had a cute sense of humor and was downright pleasant to be with even when we faced a difficult portion of a project. Of course, he still took me to the little room from time to time where my rear end would suffer as much as it always did.

The staff seemed to treat me with more respect now that I was almost on a par with their employer and there was never any mention or even a hint of our extra-curricular activities. So it was surprising when I had to make a trip into town on some errand and the chauffeur brought up the subject.

He said, "I've been meaning to thank you for joining the maid and me that night in the garage. I sort of understand how excited you get when you're getting spanked since I find it very sexy in spite of the pain also. That night was the first time we did it with someone watching. It was humiliating but it got me harder than ever. It's a shame you didn't stay for the next part."

I was uncomfortable with this conversation but I replied, "I'm sorry; I'm sure watching you get whipped with the fan belt would've been interesting but I had . . ."

He interrupted. "Oh No Miss; the fan belt wasn't for me. Usually I just put her over my lap and use the paddle for her turn. When she suggested the fan belt it was her way of telling me she wanted something more. She wriggles delightfully when I spank her and when I got her good and red I gave her six strokes with the other thing and she was like a wild tiger. The sex was the best we had."

I admit this revelation was a surprise and politely responded, "I'm glad for both of you but I would've been just a third wheel."

He continued as if he hadn't heard me and said, "She got her revenge last week. Gave me a full dozen with that belt but when it was my time to use her I gave her the paddle good and hard. I tied her to a rope and paddled her like that and then we did it like you and I did the day he whipped you. No offense Miss, but it was even better than when I came into you."

I was blushing and was searching for a way to stop this discussion but good manners required me to say, "Not to worry, no offence taken. Would you mind putting the Mozart CD in the player?"

He sort of got the hint but just before the music started he said, "By the way, it's been a long time but I still remember when he let me spank you. That was quite nice and it's a shame he put you off-limits since I'd love to have another opportunity."

Back in the office I told my boss about my ride and asked about the driver's comment. He tried to shrug it off but said, "Oh that. Yes, I told them that. Although I never required anything of you when you were working on your book it did have the appearance of what you might call freeloading. At least the staff had that general idea and allowing them to use in their fashion was not completely out of line. Now that you are my assistant things have changed. In fact, since you now have a legitimate reason for living here you can sever your relationship with your pseudo-boyfriend."

I agreed and then pouted, "But that means you won't need to give me a bedtime spanking."

He smiled. "Well, it will be a while before all the people who know about him get the word and each time you tell about your breakup it would count as a lie."

I smiled back. "And when there's no one left to tell?'

I was standing at his desk during this conversation and as an answer to my question he came around to stand next to me and gave my bottom a playful swat. "Don't worry. We'll find something else. Now about this contract . . ."

And we were back at work. By the way, after one month he fulfilled his promise and gave me a ten dollar raise.

Remember the incident with the ruler? First let me mention that I keep it hanging on the wall behind my desk as a memento of sorts. The part I want you to recall is his comment about not using it since he preferred me on his lap. Notice that it was a preference and not an absolute. There was another occasion when my bottom was not in that position. That happened on a beautiful Saturday afternoon.

I had just commented (for the hundredth time) on how beautiful the house and grounds were and asked, "Who owned this place before and how did you ever convince them to sell it to you?"

He seemed pensive and almost curtly replied, "It belonged to an old man and he wanted to sell it. I gave him a fair price and now it's mine."

Something about him gave me the impression he wasn't telling me the whole story but I didn't press him. A little while later I was relaxing on the bench in the garden when he sought me out. He said, "Take a walk with me."

We wandered into the small forest near the house and his conversation was full of jokes and good humor. When we came to the ruins of a small building he stopped. I had been there before and always wondered about it so I asked, "What was this?"

There was also a bench near it but unlike the little house, it was in perfect condition. He invited me to join him there and told me a story. "The man I bought the house from had grown up on the estate and the ruins used to be his play-house. Over the years the little house fell into disrepair and he never got around to fixing it. As a boy he spent hours here fighting imaginary pirates, conducting great affairs of state and the like. But it was not always just for all fun and games. It seems odd that he would share this with me but this is also where his father took him when he misbehaved. He described how he would have to cut a switch from one of those trees and present himself for the punishment."

He looked directly at me and asked, "Do you know what a switch is?"

I said, "Yes, unfortunately I do. We were on a vacation and staying in a cabin in the woods and I needed to be punished. I don't remember what I did but I do remember that it was not undeserved. Rather than the usual method Dad decided to try something new. He gave me his pocket knife and stood by me as I broke off a branch and prepared it properly. Then he used it on me."

I vividly remembered that day for two reasons. First because of the terrible sting the switch imparted but mostly because of where it happened. I had just gone through puberty and very aware of my body. As Dad said that night in the library, preparing myself for punishment was very humiliating but at least that happened indoors. When I got the switch he decided to do the whole back-to-nature thing and had me bend over the picnic table with my bare teenage bottom in view of the whole world or at least any passing wildlife. I won't say it was the worst spanking he ever gave me but it ranked right up there in the top ten.

My heart was beating rapidly and my throat was getting dry. I knew where this was heading. He asked, "What would you do if I told you to cut one now?"

Yep, just what I feared. I swallowed and answered, "I'd ask you for a knife."

The words were no sooner out of my mouth when his faithful Swiss Army knife was in my hand. I remembered my father's instructions and looked for the best thin but not too thin and supple but not too supple branch. After removing it from the tree I carefully scraped the leaves and buds off. When I presented it he nodded his approval of my choice. Then he said, "Unfortunately, the house is not in safe condition so we'll have to do this out here."

As I just told you, what he suggested was not going to be a first for me but that didn't mean I wanted to repeat it. However, what I did or did not want was of no consequence. He stood up and said, "Put your hands on the bench."

I didn't insult either of us by asking about my jeans but as I drew them down my legs I asked, "Off or just down?"

He answered, "Down to your ankles will do. And the panties, of course."

He didn't need to add that since bare bottomed was a foregone conclusion but I responded, "Yes, of course."

Clothes at my feet usually meant no festivities afterwards but that didn't really affect me. In my mind this was going to be nothing but punishment and therefore not any sort of foreplay.

My brain went back fifteen years when the first stroke landed. More followed and I'm sure some of the trees remembered hearing similar sounds many years ago. The walls of the little house may have muffled some of them but the high pitched voice crying out at each impact would not have been much different. I have to laugh now as I think about the tree where I cut the switch. It was probably listening with satisfaction at its missing part taking its revenge against the person who vandalized it.

The switch had all the physics of a long swing like the ruler but the thin wood cut across my rear end as sharply as if he was using his knife. Most landed on my bottom but one or two struck my thighs. This elicited an above average scream and he actually apologized for his bad aim before adding more to the slightly higher location.

When he finally finished he didn't even try to see if it aroused me. I'm sure he knew I would be dry and unresponsive. Since I had not heard him give me leave to stand I stayed the way I was until I felt his hands caress me. As you can imagine, I jumped at the slightest touch but soon realized he was gently applying some of the cook's lotion. I wasn't completely recovered but it did feel a little better when he gently replaced my panties and then the jeans. He had me stand to finish and softly pushed my hand away from completing the job. He said, "Please, let me do this. You just relax."

Once the jeans were buttoned up he had me sit on his lap. He managed to open his legs so I was comfortable without putting any pressure on where the switch landed. He held my upper body close to his in a warm embrace and said, "Thank you for letting me do that. I know it hurt."

I snuggled closer and said, "Yes it did but a good switching is supposed to. But what are you thanking me for? Didn't you know I would let you?"

He kissed my cheek and said, "Yes. It's not in your nature to deny me anything."

I asked, "I'm curious; what made you think you could spank me that first time? Weren't you afraid I would refuse?"

He chuckled and said, "Not really. I couldn't have gotten to where I am if I was not able to read people. I can ascertain their real personality and motivations better than they know themselves. It didn't take long after you moved in to know how you would react to a spanking from me. Forgive me but I knew which of your buttons to push and you were destined to be over my lap almost as soon as we met. I was a little surprised to discover your response to it but was not displeased. You were right when you accused me of enjoying it; I really do. What's more, I was less than truthful to you before. The real reason I told the staff you were not available to any of them was because I want you all to myself. Speaking of which, while not anything as severe as today, I will continue to warm your bottom as long as you are willing to let me."

I had to laugh. "What a wonderful offer but you'd never get anywhere in business if you made a suggestion like that right after giving the other party a really sore rear end. Let's wait a while before you yield to temptation again."

He kissed me again and said, "That's a deal. Shall we go back to the house?"

I put my head on his shoulder and replied, "Not yet. I sort of like being here."

By "here" I was not only referring to the now tranquil forest but the security and warmth of his arms around me. My bottom was still very sore but what had been the worst punishment in some time was turning out to be a very nice afternoon especially when he did something he never did before. He turned my face to his and kissed me on the mouth; a kiss I returned eagerly. More followed and we were like two teenagers making out in the back seat of a car. Maybe his hand strayed to brush my breasts a time or two but that was the extent of any petting. Just kiss after kiss until a quiet "Ahem" interrupted us. The butler announced a phone call regarding one of our business deals and it could not be ignored. Later that evening at dinner we kept looking at each other and giggling. I purposely told an outrageous lie and got my second spanking of the day, albeit a mild one considering the stripes on my bottom.

In addition to our normal work we occasionally attended small conferences and I was as nervous as I could be when he had me give one of the presentations. It was well received and he praised me for it. That was more important than the other attendees' reaction.

As we worked together my attitude towards him changed. I guess it wasn't my attitude as much as my awe of him that diminished. Not that I did not respect and admire him but we was more approachable and I even allowed myself to be angry with him. Usually it was over little things but it made him more human to me. What it didn't affect was my submission to him when it came to special room spankings; that remained the same. He would say I was to be spanked and I would be waiting in the proscribed pose. And like before, he would occasionally leave my panties at my ankles and then leave without joining in the festivities. My only recourse was self-stimulation which was never enough and I would be wanting more for some time afterwards.

It was a few days after one of those types of sessions that we went to another conference. During the first day he started doing one of his annoying little habits and that just added to my displeasure with him. So when one of the men we met asked me to dinner I readily accepted and thoroughly enjoyed telling my boss that I was not going to dine with him since I had other plans for the evening. He was startled and he asked what those plans were I said, "Nothing to do with you. It's personal."

The fellow who was my date was quite nice and we went to a place where we could relax and have a dance or two. When we invited me to his room it only took me a minute to decide. He was not bad looking, was pleasant company and I really needed to feel a man inside me. He was adequately equipped and was able to recover for another round fairly quickly. During the interludes as well as the intercourse he was very inventive and I got the feeling that if I asked him to spank me he wouldn't have thought it perverse. Silly as it sounds, I wanted to keep that form of sex-play a private thing. Even without a warm bottom the sex was very good and by the time we called it quits it wasn't worth the effort to get dressed and go to my room.

The next morning I only put on the clothes absolutely necessary to traverse the hotel halls and met my employer at my door. He gave me the once over and said, "I was coming to get you for breakfast but I can see you are not quite ready yet. I'll see you at the conference."

There was a coldness in his voice that I had never heard before and he seemed to hold himself very stiff as he walked away. When I joined him at the conference we didn't speak and during a lull we had our worst argument albeit silently. He passed me a note on a large piece of paper. I responded then he did and so on. Since you can't see the different handwritings I'll annotate who wrote what.

Him: That was very foolish. Don't sleep with that man again.

Me: Why not? I'm a grown woman and can go with whomever I want.

Him: Normally that would be true but not in this case. If you had done your homework you'd know who he represents. We're going against them as a competitor on our next project. The last thing we need is for you to have a romantic entanglement with their chief negotiator.

(I interrupt this written dialog to point out that he was right but I was still ticked at him and not about to admit anything.)

Me: Don't worry. There was nothing romantic about it. Just great sex from a real man. You could learn a thing or two from him. I think the real reason is that you're jealous.

Him (after a long pause) Don't be ridiculous. Just use a little common sense when you pick out your next bed partner. If you really need a man that bad you should try the bar down the street. I'm sure you could find a willing partner who's not in our business.

The notes on the paper stop here but not the argument. We were polite to each other but otherwise said nothing and took separate tables at the restaurant. Each one of us was waiting for the other to apologize and I was determined that I would not be first.

My friend from the previous night asked me to join him again but I brushed him off with a slight paraphrase of the last comment on the paper. "Thanks but no thanks. You were good but not worth a second round. Use your hand or troll the bars. You'll probably find something to amuse you."

There; I reminded him that we were competitors and felt a little deflation of his ego was just the thing. He responded with a very unkind remark and then apologized. That may have been due to the man he ran into as he turned around who suggested it. It was a voice I never heard before. Oh, the voice was familiar but the tone of barely repressed anger and thinly veiled threat of physical violence was new. It was also very appreciated right at that moment.

When the frightened man left my boss said, "That was brilliant. I knew there was a reason I hired you. May I join you?"

I was torn between relief at his presence and still feeling a bit miffed at our earlier exchange. I nodded and as he sat down he leaned towards me and whispered, "I want to apologize for what I said or wrote to you before. It was boorish and if that other guy had said such a thing I would have punched him in the nose. Please forgive me."

I think I won the 'who's going to say I'm sorry first' contest but not by much. I responded, "You were right to talk to me that way. I wasn't thinking last night and you were right about my screw-up. It's me who should apologize; what I did could've adversely affected your business and I'm sorry. I expect I have an appointment with the ruler when we get back."

He shook his head. "No, you've cleaned up the mess yourself so the ruler stays on the wall. One other thing however, this is not just my business; it is our business."

With that he held out his hand for me to shake it and said, "Still friends?"

I took his hand and said, "For the moment. By the way, after dinner I was going to walk down to that bar and find a virile man to spend the night with. I'll be that at 8:30. That's the bar with the big blue sign."

He smiled, "Can I save you a trip?"

I returned his grin. "We'll see."

That night he showed me he really did know how to seduce and please a woman without having to spank her first. Which is not to say that sometime during the night he didn't give my wriggling bottom a few slaps.

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