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The Boss`s Daughter
(Terri Pray)

   "If I had my way you'd be taken over my knee and given a good swift spanking." Philip growled. "Every time I step foot into your fathers house you go out of your way to torment me."

      "And your point is?" Smirking came almost too easily to her now, especially where he was concerned. With his all too proper appearance, well polished manners and cool exterior he had become her primary target in the last year since she had discovered the art of teasing men. 

      "My point Cassie is that you are sorely in need in a lesson in manners and if I thought you would stay the course I'd be more than happy to be the one to give you that little lesson." He sat against the edge of her father's desk, hands clenching and unclenching slowly as he fought to contain her anger. "Every time I walk in you take pains to show me your arse, barely covered half the time with little more than butt floss."

      "They're called thongs. Try moving into the twenty first century." Cassie flipped up her skirt, baring twin globes of lightly tanned skin. "See, it's an easy enough word to remember." 

      "When's your father due back?" His knuckles turned white. There was something delightfully sexy and decadent about his rich English accent. Just like the cut of his clothing, it marked him as rare, alluring, a crisp, cold aura that tugged at her almost as much as the elegant lines of his face did. Just what did he hide under that impeccably cut suit anyway? A cock that would have her moaning in delight?

      "Not until Monday. Oh dear, you came here to see him not me, I'm heartbroken." She turned with a sassy twist of hips, resting her fingertips against her chin. "I'd thought you came all the way out here because of me."

      "I did, you told me he wanted to see me." Philip's voice dropped to a low snarl. "You wasted my time and money over a foolish prank. For all of your father's wealth and position you're still nothing more than a slut in need of a sharp lesson." He didn't move from the edge of the desk. 

      "And you think you're the man to give it to me?" She turned, hands resting on her hips, pulling at her short dress. "Well it's very easy to see that you're wrong Philip. I doubt you'd know what to do even if I did walk over there and offer you my ass for a spanking. You're all mouth and no trousers." Men, you could tease them, flirt with them, and then if you did tell them to put their money where their mouth was, unless it involved getting laid, they'd back off in an instant. He was no different. 

      "If I didn't think you're father would fire me for assaulting you then hell yes. You've been needing a lesson in correct behavior for months, and now this. I've wasted most of the day traveling out here and for what, so you could play a practical joke on me?" 

      "I do believe you're blustering." She teased. "And if my own father won't give me any lessons in correct behavior why would I believe that you could or would."

      "If I didn't think you'd go running to him and get me fired then you'd already be over this desk with your arse in the air." He pushed up from the edge of the desk. "But you've made it clear with your actions if I did anything of that nature you'd report me to him and I doubt he would tolerate it."

      "He would if I agreed to it." She'd never seen a man look at her the way Philip now did, with a cold predatory gleam in his eyes. "If I put it in writing and signed it." Her father was too much of the business man to ignore a contract. "But in all honesty I don't think you've got the balls to go through with it."

      That was all it took. With a snarl Philip turned back to the desk, grabbing both pen and paper. "We'll see just whose lacking what, won't we." 

      She edge closer, trying to see what he wrote but with the way he lent over the desk it was impossible to catch a glimpse until he was finished and had thrust it into her hands. 

      

      We the undersigned hereby agree to the following

      That Cassandra Dawson will submit to Philip Martin for one hour of correction. Such correction to possibly include the use of hand, strap or cane. Correction will not include any form of sex nor will it leave marks that would be permanent. Correction may or may not include using terms of address as Philip sees fit. 

      By signing this both parties are agreeing that they enter into this agreement of their own free will and that the correction will take place within an hour of the signing of this document. 

      

      His signature had already been added in a bold flourish and dated next to it. No sex, bastard, just like someone of his type to get her all worked up with the idea of a little naughty play and then dump on the idea. "Well, there you go Cassie. Sign it and prove me wrong, or don't and I'll see that I'm right, that you're nothing more than a spoiled whelp out to ruin other people's days."

      That was all it took, she snatched the paper and pen from his hand, signing and dating it then turned, walking to the copier her father kept in the office. In moments she had it switched on and three copies made. "Now neither of us can say there was only one copy and it was lost, can we?" She smirked, putting all four pieces of paper on the desk.

      "No, we can't." His tone had become cooler, nearly icy in nature. "I never thought you'd have the guts to do this but I've been wanting to do something like this to you for months now. Bend over the desk, hands on the table and you can get that tight little arse high in the air."

      He wouldn't do it, she knew that. No matter how much he wanted to, or how well that piece of paper now protected him there was just no way he'd have the guts to touch her. With a barely hidden smirk she walked to the desk, pressing her hands down, lowering her head to the wood as she raised her hips, giving her ass a tight wriggle. "Oh I suppose you also need me to do this?" She smirked, pulling her skirt up baring her ass fully for him except for the small piece of cloth that parted her cheeks in a mockery of panties. Within a few moments he'd be wanting to fuck her, men were all alike and she'd prove him no different with a few low sways of her near naked ass. 

      "You really are a smug little bitch." One hand pressed to the small of her back, holding her firmly in place, his free hand tracing light patterns over her skin. "I've been telling your father for the last few months that you needed taking in hand but he made it clear it had to be your choice."

      Her brow creased in confusion. What on earth was he talking about? Her choice? Did he think she'd believe he talked her to father about things like this? Was he completely out of his mind? 

      Crack! The noise registered before the pain did, questions fleeing as heat and pain blossomed across her ass, a low cry of pain fueled by shock falling from her lips as she pressed to the desk. His hand pressed down into her back, holding her against the hard wooden form of the desk, a rain of blows striking her cheeks, first one then the other, barely giving her chance to catch her breath between one and the next. 

      Heat and pain mixed across her taut skin and still the strikes continued, sharp cracks that rang through the air in loud snaps. Even with the pressure against the small of her back she moved, dancing from foot to foot as she fought to control the sobs that threatened to gain life and still he wasn't finished.

      "A nice start." He growled, leaning close to her ear. "You color well Cassie but I think it needs a little something more, don't you?"

      "More?" She gulped, trying to reach back and cup her stinging cheeks.

      "Oh no you don't." He smacked her hands away. "No point in rubbing away a lesson before it's barely begun."

      "You hit me." She stammered the words out. "You really hit me."

      "No, I spanked you, there's a difference." His free hand moved lightly over her now flame colored ass. "Ah, you really thought I wouldn't do it, that I wouldn't dare raise a hand to the Boss's daughter."

      "Yes." She swallowed hard, fingernails clawing into the polished surface of the wood. Why hadn't she screamed for help? Or kicked at him in a need to escape? Fear and a sense of peace clashed as a knot in the pit of her stomach. "I mean... this could get you fired."

      "Not with your signature on that piece of paper." His laugh echoed in her ears. "I know your father far better than you think. You agreed to this of your own free will. There will be no retribution against me for this." His hand cracked against the bare skin of her upturned ass, sending her hips jerking hard against the wooded edge of the desk. "He'll respect this, maybe even encourage it."

      She wanted to ask what he meant, but two swift cracks of his bared hand against her ass turned the questions into gulped sobs for breath. Sharp sounds rang out through the office, smacks against her skin, followed by a gulp, a cry that soon became whimpers, her nails seeking the edge of the desk, gripping tight as the assault continued on her upturned ass. Tears formed and spilled over her cheeks, gulping for air even after the last of the smacks faded into nothing more than a wave of heat and pain. Shame and need combined in a way she had never thought possible, worse still she could smell herself, a desire rising from between her clenched thighs. If he smelt it... no that had to be her imagination, she couldn't have become aroused by being spanked like this. Could she?

      "Such a nice color." He purred, tracing over her ass with short nails, laughing openly as she arched upwards from the desk with a soft cry. "But I am sure we can improve on it with a little extra work." The hand that had been resting on the small of her back slid upwards, tangling into her hair. "Up you get."

      "Improve on it?" Her hands reached for her throbbing cheeks, never before had she been spanked, or made to cry, now she arched with the grip on her hair, half pulled onto her toes by the strength in his hold. Worse still that heat, the pain, had seeped into her cunt from her ass cheeks, throbbing in time to her rapidly beating heart, leaving her panties moist in a way she was sure he could see. "I... I've learned my lesson." More, she couldn't stand the thought of there being more. So why did the knot in her stomach ease when he pulled her from the edge of the desk and pushed her to her knees on the rug?

      "No, I don't think so just yet. You've had a mild introduction to what pushing me too far will get you." His hand remained in her hair, foot kicking her thighs apart until her short skirt rose nearly to her hips. "We don't have very long, but I believe it will be enough to show you some of the mistakes you've made in the past few months alone. Though I am sure there have been many others that I am not aware of."

      If he planned on punishing her for every incidence in her life she would have been there for a year or more. "You only have an hour."

      "You missed a word there." His hand moved from her hair, cupping her cheek instead. "Whilst we do this you will refer to me as Sir. A lesson in respect is also needed and this would be a start." 

      "Are you insane?" She growled, trying to cup her hands to her throbbing cheeks. "I'm not calling you Sir. I never agreed to that."

      "Ah but you did, as form of correction. I never said it would be limited to just the physical, only that it would not include sex or anything that left permanent damage." His hand didn't leave the side of her face. "But I can see you've already forgotten that a punishment should not be rubbed away in that manner. It lessens the effect of what I am trying to teach you. Put your hands on your thighs little Cassie and if you cannot address me properly I will be forced to gag you, is that clear?" 

      "Yes sir." She snatched her hands away from her glowing ass, her throat locked at the word as she forced it into life. How could he want such a term from her, it made no sense at all. 

      "Better, much better indeed. Now we move to the next lesson." His fingers pushed under her chin, raising her gaze to meet his own. "How do you feel?"

      "You want to know how I'm feeling?" She looked at him a growing feeling of shock. What did he think this was, happy hour? A place to chat her up and get to know her better?

      She wanted to know him better, but not in a way she dared give voice to. If this was how he did a basic correction then what would he do if she pleaded for more time? Was he... what did they call it... a dominant? He certainly acted that way now, just like she did with Jen. Didn't they do more than punish people though?

      They controlled. They controlled and corrected, the same way he was doing now in a limited way. Her thighs clenched, cunt rippling deep within her core as a flush of heat rushed up from her sex across her still covered stomach. Kneel, crawl, beg, be at his whims? What would that be like?

      "Yes, I'm not in the habit of asking something without wanting to know the answer." He pushed a little harder under her chin, his free hand moving back to tangle into her shoulder length hair. "Now, I'll ask you again, how are you feeling?"

      Her hands shook as they rested almost naturally on her thighs. "I'm not sure." 

      "Yes, you are. Now tell me." He insisted, his voice dropping into a low whisper. "I want to know exactly how you feel, how your body, your mind and heart have all reacted to this. Or perhaps you need a little extra encouragement. A few strokes of the belt with you resting over my lap could be quite effective there."

      She shifted on her knees, trying to avoid his piercing gaze. "I'm unsettled."

      "And?" He nudged her knees a little further apart. 

      "I didn't think you'd do that." Cassie tried to avoid facing the turmoil inside. "Spank me I mean, Sir."

      "Well I did, and from the smell of things you enjoyed it. That's what you're trying to avoid saying isn't it?" He leaned down until his face almost touched hers, taking a long, slow indrawn breath. "It excited you, finding yourself at my mercy, except all you've tasted is a small touch of what it means to be under the control of another, and now you kneel there, afraid and wanting more."

      She wanted to cry no, that he was wrong, mistaken, he'd been drinking, or smoking something, but that would have been a lie. One he'd have known, seen in how she now squirmed on her heels. 

      "A part of you wonders what it would be like to be at someone's mercy for more than just an hour. Perhaps a day, longer even. Would I use you, call you a slut, make you crawl, beg, plead for my slightest touch, or just make you stand in the corner with your nose to the wall?" His fingers caressed lightly over her cheek, then fell away, the hand in her hair tightening, tipping her head up further. "Well Cassie isn't that what you want but are too afraid to say?" His dark, intense gaze locked with hers, holding her in place as much as the grip in her hair did. Her back arched under the grip, thighs parting wider as she half rose from her heels to ease the sharp pain that pulled through her back and neck. Only his grip held her in place, preventing her from falling to the floor, his grip and his will.

      "Yes, Sir."  The words fell as a near moan from her lips, tears stinging at her eyes as she met his gaze.

      "Then perhaps that is something we can explore at a later date. For now I have other plans." He tugged hard on her hair, pulling her up to her feet as he marched her to the corner of the room, forcing her nose to touch the wall. "For now, however you can stand there, hands behind your head and if you move before I give you permission then you'll find out just what it will feel like to have a belt used on your ass."

      Cassie melded to the wall, her hands gripping behind her head even before his fingers untangled from her hair. He couldn't expect her to stay there, just remain with her nose against the wall, could he?

      "Have I made myself clear?" He stood just behind her, his breath brushing over the back of her neck, his fingers brushing over the glowing cheeks of her well spanked ass. 

      "Yes Sir, perfectly." For the first time in her adult life Cassie found herself trying to do something to avoid getting into trouble instead of seeking trouble out, staring ahead at the wall in silence as he walked further back into the office, fighting every instinct to turn, shout at him, throw something, anything but stand there looking at the paintwork...