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“I’m not in the mood to argue with you, Cassie. The reports are late, the work sessions have been running late, if at all, and because of the storm that’s likely to hit, we’ll not finish the agenda. I consider that your responsibility, and yours to atone for. You know how wasting time annoys me.” He was as cold and calculating as she’d ever seen him, even though she was certain there was something more than just her screw-ups aggravating him.
“I’m really sorry,” she apologized again.
He looked at her with the same frigid expression she’d seen so many times. It always unnerved her, even though it turned her on. They’d had an agreement from the start of her employment, and though in recent months they’d appeared to go in more separate directions, there was still a tacit understanding that certain situations would be handled in a particular manner, for both their satisfactions – for Cassie to play out her submission under the austere eye of Reggie’s dominance.
“There’s a room at the end of the hall. Strip for me. I’ll be there in five minutes.”
“Strip?” she countered very carefully. He rarely demanded that much. In fact, not since the very early days of her employment as his executive secretary had he strapped her without a stitch of clothing. The thought made her positively raw with excitement – and fear. It was bad enough that this was such a compromising place for punishment, the idea that it would go on under this roof while her peers were downstairs engaged in light hearted social conversation was positively chilling.
“You heard me,” Reggie said sharply.
In the ‘room down the hall,’ there was a dresser, a chair, a free standing full length mirror and a bed, nothing else. Would they use the bed? she wondered. It had been a long time since they’d had sex after a punishmen
t. In spite of her growing affections for Mr. Sturbridge, the thought of her boss screwing her like crazy when the strapping was over was not at all upsetting. It was certain to take the edge off the raw sexual heat she would feel before this session was over.
As Cassie pulled her sweater over her head, she found herself looking directly in the mirror. She jerked a little, surprised by her own reflection. She was wearing a cotton sport bra that clung to her like skin. Her hard nipples poked through the fabric so even the dark aureoles showed beneath. The longer she stared at herself the harder her nipples became from the chill in the air, and likely the excitement.
Each article of clothing that dropped away sent Cassie deeper into a submissive state of mind. She remembered how she’d deliberately sought Reggie out for his unique fascination with submissive women, having heard of him from a casual acquaintance. One brief discussion was enough to suggest Reginald Harold could meet needs in her no other man could even fathom. Of course she was reluctant to tell most men her private cravings, thinking they’d assume she was either hopelessly depraved or nuts, at best in a league outside their own. Reggie, on the other hand, had never questioned her desires, but complemented them with his dominant ones.
In two years, there were times he sexually ignored her so coldly she thought he would never touch her again with hand or strap. Other times, he played with her mind and body as if he was Heifetz playing a Stradivarius. He had the cunning to peer inside to corners of her sexual soul she didn’t know were there. And her only response would be a satisfied “Ah yes.”
Cassie was wearing ski pants. Removing them, and the long johns beneath, shed the last of her casual ‘corporate secretary on executive ski retreat’ image. Unclothed, she was nothing but submissive, knowing full well that at least on some subconscious level she’d created this faux pas for a purpose.
Reggie walked in just as she finished, just before she sat down on the bed to wait. He eyed her coldly as he held a leather spanker in hand, and wordlessly motioned her over the foot of the bed. She smiled nervously, though he did not.
The bed-rail was a perfect height for punishment. It must not have been the first time he’d punished a woman here for him to know this; though it was the first time for her at the lodge. With the rail hitting her at the top of her thighs, her torso could rest comfortably on the soft white bed. But it was all the comfort she’d have.
Reggie found her bare backside a pleasant view; her sculptured body was as perfect as any woman’s he’d ever been involved with. She had a firm small waist and a lovely swell above and below, as her chest flared to accommodate her round breasts with their pink nipples. Below, her hips fanned out into a glorious behind. The taut tempting heart shape pose her bottom made when she bent over even showed the pouch of her pubis below.
Cassie always cringed before a strapping began, and this time was no different. That anticipation thrilled the dominant, Reggie, knowing that the waiting submissive was really petrified of that first stroke. She was perfect, a woman he’d chosen for that perfection. In the back of his mind he harbored thoughts of her that put her into a different category than most. He’d once considered the possibility of love, though nothing materialized. He assumed it was his own inadequacy that kept another perfect woman distant. And yet, while it was never her body that was a problem for him, it was her essence he had trouble with.
Standing back he took aim, and bringing the implement forward, the leather cracked against her ass fiercely. The smack awakened her every nerve. The punishment began slow and methodically. She deserved the harshest treatment, one that would go on for some time with an orderly precision. The manipulating little bitch had defied his instructions for the meeting, made a mockery of the retreat, and then expected that a hearty chastisement would make ample amends. It made him furious.
Reggie’s anger soon made him forget ‘slow and methodical’, precise and orderly. He let the spanker sizzle.
“Ah gawd!” the girl roared, even as tried to squelch her loudest cries, being mindful of the noise and where she was. Though as the spanker snapped harder yet, she was losing control of her replies. Her “ah nos…”, “Oh pleeeese…” and “gawd nooooos,” came in as rapid fire staccato as the smacks of the leather against her skin. She was smart enough not to try and run from the punishment. Then of course, she never would. After all, she’d practically asked for it. But as Reggie continued the grueling swats, the pain was becoming difficult to bear.
It was then that she dug in, became more submissive still, going into that place where she liked it this fierce. In that place of surrender, she craved that hellish edge of hurt, that all consuming feeling knocking out every bit of sass and bite inside. While it was happening, it was sheer torture, especially at the point when Reggie wasn’t pausing even for a second. She didn’t think she could stand another blow. But in the end, getting punished this way was a fine and jubilant cleansing, something to relish when it was over.
As Reggie finally slowed the frenzied pace, he saw the plump round targets of Cassie’s ass, as wild a red as he could make them. In places they were tinged with purple, at that point where more would come close to breaking the once smooth skin. It had been the perfect discipline, and with an unexpected abruptness, he stopped and dropped the paddle to the floor.
Cassie waited in silence. It seemed deafening after the sound of leather and flesh making contact, and the accompanying roars of woe that had filled the tiny upper room. In that quiet interim, Reggie caught his breath while his secretary did the same.
The moment that followed was not one Reggie relished. Normally at this juncture, he would offer some stern reproach to his well worked submissive, or simply descend on her and take pleasure from her heated body. But the feeling that flowered inside him this time was uncommon, nothing like every other time, and it was quite distinct. Not the kind of man to mull things over, Reggie made decisions swiftly and this one was no different.
“Cassie, this is the last time this will happen,” he announced. “Another deliberate foul up like the one you’ve made this weekend, there’ll be no corporal punishment. I’ll do what most executives would do with incompetent secretaries. I’ll fire you.”
Cassie was too shocked to speak, and by the time she was able to find any words at all, the door behind her had opened and closed, and she was left in the room by herself to absorb the surprising message.
***
When Reggie descended the massive wood carved staircase to the great room, the cool reserve of the last half hour had been replaced by a charming grin. Few would sense the turmoil under the surface calm and congeniality. Even Reggie would not acknowledge it while there were people expecting his leadership, easy efficiency, and social good humor. He didn’t particularly like this public persona, though it was one he performed well, and Dwight was delighted to see it at last.
“Storm’s building bad, Reg,” Dwight told him as he approached. Reggie looked out the two story window, seeing the snow beginning to fall so heavily he could hardly see past the trees, let alone the lake beyond.
“Sort of knocks out all our plans,” Reg remarked, almost as if he was disappointed that the retreat would abruptly end.
“So what would you suggest?” Dwight let him make the final decision.
