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“Remain in position.”
She waited, not moving as he went to fetch his preferred implement. A long wooden paddle with a leather bound handle. The surface was smooth, and the grain of the wood intricate and bold in places. He picked up the catalogue cards and appeared to be shuffling them about into a new order. He gave her his next instructions.
“As I paddle you twice for each book, I’m going to read out the title of a book,” he told her.
“In which language, sir?” she asked.
“English, naturally. I want you to listen carefully.”
Mr Tolchard read out the first title she had translated.
“Bottoms up!”
She lifted her bottom a little higher for him.
Thud!
“One, sir. Thank you.”
Thud! The paddle landed twice on her naked bottom.
“Two, sir. Thank you.”
“Spread them wide!”
She moved her feet a little further apart for him.
The next title and another two strikes.
“Bite down hard!”
Casey gritted her teeth firmly together.
“Six, sir. Thank you!” she barely could say the words without her legs battling to stay still. Her bottom now was ablaze.
“Sucking sweetly,” he said in a softer tone, and she inhaled deeply through her teeth as if she was sucking on a straw. She repeated the sound as the next two strikes landed firmly on her cheeks.
“Seven, sir. Thank you,” she gasped. “Eight, sir, thank you.”
* * *
Rob Tolchard was finding both the recital and spanking deeply entertaining. She squirmed, wriggled, and writhed about, and none of it was due to pain. He could clearly see her pressing herself over the table. The spanking was taking her to the brink.
Rob had been gifted with more than he bargained for when he first offered Casey the post as his assistant. During her job interview, he had sat across from her behind his desk and could not take his eyes off her. A beauty, but with little grace or self-awareness. She had fidgeted terribly, tugged on her hair, and tapped her heels on the wooden floor. Rob had begun to wonder if he had made a terrible mistake and been overly ambitious. Then he had asked about her studies, and she had suddenly opened up with a wide vocabulary of words and an insightful analysis of her favourite period in history. Rob had seen her eyes brighten up with each passing minute. He had warmed to her rapidly and far too much. Crossing his legs, he had remembered he was a gentleman.
He had always planned to discipline and tame her wayward manners, the barbed remarks, and sulky behaviour. What he had never anticipated was the romance, the need to be more than her employer, and the wish to be somebody special in her life. She had invited him with her rolling eyes, backchat, and flirty words. Th
ey had both known they were leading each other astray. What was meant to be discipline became pleasure, and what were stern words transformed into teases and lewd suggestions.
After one particular spanking, when he had used his favourite wooden paddle on her naked bottom for some trivial cursing on Casey’s part, they had touched, and it was too much for them. Before they could stop themselves, they had found each other’s arms and had been swept away.
Rob had explained to Casey what was happening to their relationship—how he saw things might develop, how they could find their way. He had offered to change the rules to reflect the new path they were following, and Casey had accepted them. She was no longer just his personal assistant. She had become much more to him, and him to her.
“Nine, sir. Thank you,” she shrieked as the paddle flexed the cheeks of her buttocks with dimpled imprints. A deep redness was appearing rapidly and would remain for a while too.
“Say the last for me, Casey,” he asked.
“Poke my fire!” she groaned.
