Chapter 1
Mandy had been copying the last letter, 100 times and had envelopes ready on her desk. She’d met Meg, who was whispering about how hot the new M.D was.
From the corner of her hazel eyes Mandy caught sight of the tall, young Mr Marcus Smith. Mandy’s hazel brown eyes turned down towards her toes.
He sidled up to the Copier, catching her eye as she summoned the courage to face his stern features. She flicked her small pale hand to cover a blush, in slow motion, her hair, a lustrous conker brown bob, swept her crisp, white blouse till her cheek caught the light from the window.
“I need a word young lady,” Smith blurted.
Mandy flinched. She immediately thought she’d been rumbled, her ‘crime’, sloppy short hand and unintelligible, inattentive, lazy copy. Marketing briefs had escaped her, distraction in the board room found her imagining being bored by Marcus. She’d sat, cross legged, black stockings beneath a pencil skirt, her knickers sopping wet, her pulse quickening, her mind a martyr to him and his taught form.
“My office, now!”
Biting her lip, she dropped her papers and teetering on patent heels, followed like a lost lamb.
The door slammed behind her, shaking the flimsy wooden partition between his office and the listening pool of colleagues she’d known since starting work at the firm, at the age of 22, keen as mustard, some 12 months ago. She’d made friends, worked as hard as she could, yet the arrival of Marcus had her day dreaming, fantasising and fingering herself in the rest room, trying to ease the ache she felt.
“Miss Summers, your work, here, is not all it should be. Is there something on your mind? Something that’s stopping you from giving this job all it requires or are you an idler? I need an answer that stops me from firing you, right now!’ he barked.
Mandy, glued to the spot that she hoped would open beneath her, spluttered an answer. “I’m sorry Sir, I’ll try to be more attentive to my work, it’s just that… just that, well, I am not feeling 100%,” she lied, her knickers now wet with with something other than arousal. Fear had loosened her bladder.
“I have a proposal young lady, either you take the spanking you deserve or you leave! Not yourself, my left foot!”
Tutting, he walked towards her, hands behind his back, till his nose was almost touching hers
“Spank me?” she spluttered, “Are you for real?”
“As real as the desk I’m about to clear missy!” came a swift retort.
She felt herself disappear beneath her own feet yet something shifted and she began to shake as she stared at his folded arms, his thick fingers and spade like hands.
“Ok, OK,” she wept. I will take a spanking….”
Smith rolled up his sleeves, all the while staring at Mandy, then, turning, he swept the papers from his desk.
“Roll up your skirt and place your hands on the table,” he demanded.
Mandy squealed… “you must be joking!”
“Miss Summers, I can have you escorted out of this office and one more word and that is exactly what I will do…”
Mandy froze and then began to hitch her little grey skater skirt above her waist. Marcus caught sight of her cream silk knickers and found himself growing inside of his trousers. She lowered herself across his desk, her hands reaching across the desk, her silk clad rump thrust up provocatively.
Smith, wasting no time, began to spank her.
Mandy yelped as the first smack landed on her behind and then, the volley began, an assault on her bottom that echoed around the room.
‘Smack’
“Ow”
‘Smack’
“Ow”
‘Smack’
Ow
Her bottom began to smart, a fire had been lit in her pert cheeks as his relentless hands exacted their purpose.
She imagined her bottom reddening and thanked god for the modesty her scant knickers afforded.
The pain and embarrassment began to morph into something else and soon she was lost to this as her body and mind surrendered to his ministrations. Pain gave way to some other sensation, some pleasure in her peril, a mindless flight out of body sent her hurtling towards space.
Gasping now, groaning with pleasure. Mandy began to swivel her hips, offering a slowly moving target.
Marcus spanking her, she had him spanking her and she began to want more.
Marcus finally stopped. The fire in her bottom had tired his hand and he felt her warmth as he gently palmed her bottom.
He cleared his throat, choking back his own arousal. He left her where she was and made his way to the other side of the desk where Mandy’s face was muddied by mascara, tears still visible on her cheeks. Her mouth opened as she stared meekly into his eyes. Her fingers nervously unfolded as she became aware of her grip on the desk easing.
Marcus stared down at her, his hands clasped behind his back.
“That will do…” he gasped
The office had fallen silent and as Mandy emerged, the chatter abruptly resumed.
