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“Oh, please, you’re not going to fire me?”
“That’s exactly what I should do.”
“You can’t!”
“Helena!” Jocelyn snapped sharply.
The young woman was in tears, slumping to the floor in a sad heap.
“Get up!”
The girl didn’t move.
“If you hope to have any chance of staying in my employ, you’ll stand up and look me in the eye.”
The young woman was quick on her feet, her eyes once again staring intently at her mistress.
Jocelyn waited before she spoke, the room taking on more anxious energy. Jocelyn could sense Alex quaking from the intensity leveled at the distraught maid, though Reggie remained as cool as if he was enacting the drama himself. “You know,” Jocelyn finally spoke. “You’re an intriguing liar. Almost so intriguing that I’m tempted not to let you go.”
“Oh, please, ma’am. Please don’t fire me.” A tear trickled down her cheek as if she’d planned it that way.
“But stop the phony act, your performance is as transparent as that glass,” she said pointing to the far window. “I suspect there are few bounds to your submissive inclinations. I suspect that you have a perfect submissive mentality when you try.”
“Oh, yes, ma’am!”
“That is when you’re not manipulating.”
“I’m sorry.” She looked chagrined, every facial gesture designed to illicit Jocelyn’s compassion.
“Manipulating is one thing I won’t tolerate. Spilled grape juice, burned meals, sloppy work, I won’t tolerate either, but manipulation to get sexual favors will get you fired if it happens again. Don’t doubt my sincerity. I’ve fired hundreds of people, and despite your sad sad story, I’d fire you too. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Backing away from the desk, Jocelyn opened the center drawer and pulled out a foot long wooden ruler—the old fashioned kind with the metal straight edge on one side. Moving around the desk, she stood close to the withering young maid, at her side just inches from her, so the girl could likely feel her breath teasing her heated face.
“Take off your skirt,” she ordered.
Helena balked in surprise.
“Yes, take off your skirt,” she repeated.
Reaching around to the back, the young woman lowered the zipper and then the skirt, the wisp of material dropping to the floor to be kicked away by her feet. She was naked underneath.
“How immodest,” Jocelyn said looking down. “Who are you trying to seduce, no panties?” She snapped the ruler against the girl’s upper thigh.
“Ouch!”
“You want us to see your naked pussy, is that why you wear so little?” She snapped the ruler again and the maid jerked. “Answer me!”
“Yes, ma’am.” She flinched as the ruler hit a third time.
“You don’t like the wood, do you?” she mocked her. “If you expected the provocative feel of leather, you’ll be disappointed this time. This is much more punishing.” The ruler smacked her thigh again, and then right on the ass in a flurry of heated strikes, until the pert round orbs were rose red. Standing close together made the punishment an intimate one, eyes meeting eyes, Jocelyn’s other hand at one point holding Helena’s chin in her hand, so that the girl couldn’t alter the face to face encounter.
Jocelyn wanted it that way, practically smacking the girl’s behind with her in her arms. It might not be as swift or fierce as a more formal distance, but it would be more effective, and far more personal. She would not be avoiding the personal nature of her crime.
Each strike of the ruler provoked an uneasy jerk in the maid, though after the first hit, Helena held back her verbal protests, a small act of defiance in reply to the treatment. Not able to take her eyes off the dominant Jocelyn, however, more tears were soon forming as the pain became acute. When Jocelyn stopped, it was sudden. She backed away with a grim smile. “Take this to Mrs. Kozak and apologize to her for your behavior.”
The half naked Helena turned to the blonde woman in the chair behind her—her contrite look more real this time. There was no pleasure in the ruler’s biting sting, she only had the humiliation to joy in, and even that was tainted by a rising sense of shame.
