‘I won’t be scowled at over the table,’ said Justin quietly. ‘Put down your spoon and place yourself in the corner, beside the piano. Nose to the wall.’
What should I do? Should I play the malcontent and refuse? I thought about the dynamic – boss and secretary. I had to have respect for him – he paid my wages, after all. Besides, I saw enough sulky bratty behaviour at work and it rather bored me. I decided to obey.
The corner. The place to be. A place I had often dreamed of being.
Now I was there, it wasn’t all that. The wall was cold, numbing my nose, and it was boring. The boss and his wife didn’t seem to have much to say to each other, so my only entertainment was the clinking of spoons against china and my own furtive imagination. What was Justin going to do to me? Would he send me back here afterwards? How would I be feeling? How long would it go on for?
The clinking stopped and Justin spoke – his voice low, only just loud enough for me to pick up.
‘So, what do you think, Marianne? What’s a suitable punishment for our light-fingered miscreant?’
‘Well, she needs a firm lesson,’ said Maz. ‘That’s for sure. She still hasn’t admitted her fault, or apologised for it. It’ll have to be harder because of that.’
‘I’m inclined to agree.’
A prickly silence fell, during which the heat and wetness between my legs clamoured for attention I was not able to give. Being discussed like this, in my hearing but without any respect for my presence, was so very arousing. The tension was building too far, too fast. I wanted to let out a moan. But then I might miss their next words.
‘She needs a good, long spanking,’ was Maz’s verdict. ‘Several implements. Maybe the strap and one of the wooden paddles. Get that bum good and red. To be honest, perhaps we should have done this in front of the other staff – made an example of her.’
‘Well, perhaps if the offence is ever repeated … Though I hope any thought of that will be long gone, by the time I’m finished with her.’
Another gulp. A throb of the clit. Breath coming hard and fast. Cold nose, warm cunt. Is that the saying?
‘Well, then.’ Chair legs scraping back, footsteps, something being placed on the floor – most likely that same chair. ‘Come here, Miss Delray.’
I turned around to see Justin sitting on the chair, the medical bag at his side, palms flat on his thighs, leaning forward a little. Maz stood behind him, smiling gri
mly.
As I walked across the floor, Justin rolled up his shirtsleeves.
The moan came out. I couldn’t help it.
‘Over my lap, Miss Delray.’
Justin’s lap was narrower than Stuart’s, his legs longer and bonier, so I drooped a little more on either side of him. The position was not uncomfortable, but the embarrassing consciousness of it – and of Maz’s eyes on me – was.
‘I don’t suppose you thought, when you helped yourself to our petty cash, that it would land you up in this position,’ said Justin, his hand making patterns on the fabric of my dress, pulling and stroking it over my proffered rump. ‘Ready to be spanked like a naughty little girl, while my wife watches. That’s what happens to employees who behave badly in our company, Miss Delray. They get this one chance to learn from their mistakes. Believe me, if it happens again, you will have the full audience before you get your cards. Warehousemen, cleaners, the lot. They will all witness your shame. So learn from this. Are you ready?’
‘I’m sorry,’ I blurted out of nowhere.
‘At last!’ said Maz brightly. ‘But I’m sorry too, missy. It’s too little too late. Don’t spare her, J.’
‘I won’t.’
His hand fell, hard and abrupt, on the thin material of my dress. I knew then that this was going to be long and it was going to be hard. I would be glad of that second glass of wine with its mild analgesic property.
After a series of smacks, maybe twenty in total, all over my thinly-covered bottom, Maz urged Justin to lift up the dress.
‘Lovely panties,’ she said, once they were on view. ‘They’ll have to come down later, of course.’
‘Of course,’ said Justin, caressing the lace, sliding a finger underneath to test the warmth his hand had imparted to my skin. ‘Nowhere near hot enough yet.’
Another volley of cracks penetrated the frothy laciness, causing my flesh to jiggle and my teeth to grit. I did not want to make a sound until I absolutely had to. I wanted to show these people that I was no lightweight and they didn’t have to go easy on me.
I curled my toes and my fingers, held my breath tight and still in the centre of my ribcage, but eventually I gave way and had to gasp.
He chose that moment to pull down my knickers.