She needed a job, he needed a personal assistant. It seemed like a match made in heaven until he laid out the rules he expected her to follow.
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Welcome to the Saturday Spankings blog hop. My stories are all M/f with the dominant male determined to protect the woman he cares for and loves, or grows to love, by doing whatever it takes to ensure her safety and continued health. This includes administering a spanking when she needs one.
My submission for this week is a selection from my sixth spanking book, Lessons in Love.
"Lessons in Love" centers around a wealthy business owner who believes in helping his executive admins using politically incorrect, H.R.unapproved, and therefore clandestine, Domestic Discipline techniques. Since DD isn't for everyone, he does tend to go through admins rather frequently. However, he also makes sure if they choose not to work for him because of his unorthodox management style, that they are given another suitable position in his company if they wish to stay, or a handsome severance package if they choose to leave.
In her discussion meeting with Mr. Peterson, Pam lets it slip that Krista talked to her about Peterson's previous assistant. His lips set in a firm line, Mr. Peterson promptly calls Krista into his office. When Pam immediately leaps to her friend's defense, her boss pulls a thin paddle from his desk's top drawer. This time Krista is the one to protest as she demands to know if Pam consented to follow Peterson's program. Terrified Krista will be fired for her slip, Pam she blurts out that she'll agree to Mr. Peterson's discipline. With a nod, he sends Krista home for the rest of the day, then turns to Pam.
(I cheated on the length, but it seemed like the right place to stop. Sorry)
(I cheated on the length, but it seemed like the right place to stop. Sorry)
"As for you. I won't
take your passionately spoken declaration as consent to the relationship I wish
to have with you, but I will take it as your agreement to accept this one
punishment at my hand. Go put your nose in the corner by the door and think
about what you did. When you're prepared to speak more rationally, we'll
discuss it. Now go."
Confused as to why he ordered
her to face the corner, Pam walked to the spot he indicated and stood with her
nose almost touching the wall. She felt like a small child being given a
time-out, and perhaps that's exactly what he wished to impart. She could quit
and walk out, but she didn't want that either. True, she had spoken out of
turn, twice, but she was only trying to defend her friend. Tears continued to
pour down her face, and he hadn't even touched her, yet. She'd agreed to this
one spanking, and he'd warned her he had zero tolerance for disrespect. But a
paddle? She hung her head and sniffed.
He moved in behind her, close
enough that she could sense his heat, and handed her a box of tissues. She took
a couple then said, "Thank you, sir."
He strode over to the
full-length couch and sat. "When you're ready, I want you to come over
here and tell me why you're being punished."
Pam Weston has worked in Robert Peterson's company for nearly six months as a temp when she is reassigned to the President's office. She has caught glimpses of Mr. Peterson when she temped on the executive floor, but she never expected she'd be summoned to work for him. Pam has a criminal record and a murky past, which has made her practically unemployable, and yet now H.R. has assigned her to work for the president of their company, and after her first day she suspects working for Mr. Peterson will be a very different experience.
Blurb:
Pam Weston didn't have many choices as far as employment went. Her prison sentence saw to that. With limited secretarial skills, and an even more limited budget, she never considered herself executive material. So, when she was ordered to report to the CEO of her company as his new personal assistant, she fully expected to be checking out the "Help Wanted" section of the paper before the day was over.
Robert Peterson knew his management style was not HR approved, but he believed in using the stick as well as the carrot. Employing the tenets of domestic discipline, he helped mold his personal assistants into confident women who recognized their own self-worth. Even so, his unorthodox methods were only one of the reasons many considered the position of his assistant to be a revolving door. To Rob's mind, Pamela Weston was perfect for his purposes, though given her past he expected convincing her would be a challenge.
Lessons in Love (click to read first chapter)
M/F, DD on the executive floor.
If you're 18 or older, you can read the first three chapters at Lessons in Love
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Great snippet Kathryn, poor Pam, she was just trying to stick up for Krista. I love that he lets her reconcile herself to her feat in her own time and nice touch with the tissues :)
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Roz
It's a balancing act - defending a friend and being respectful. It's always hard saying why you are being punished.
ReplyDeleteI hate having to verbalize the crime before the punishment! Yet I always make my leading ladies do it, too! Great snippet!
ReplyDeleteGosh, I feel for Pam! Being in the corner is worse than the spanking! But I love how Mr. Peterson's caring shows in his actions, even when Pam's being punished. Great excerpt!
ReplyDeleteGosh this is such a great fantasy of mine. strict hot boss? Getting treated like a naughty girl? awesome!!!
ReplyDeletePoor old Pam... I'm a sucker for tears. (But I also love a strict, unwavering boss who's prepared to mete out his exacting terms come hell or high water!) But I suspect at some point, Pam is going to enjoy Mr Peterson's attentions ;)
ReplyDeleteI love that he offers her tissues. I'm such a sucker for sweet, stern Doms. Lovely snippet.
ReplyDeleteI love a punishing boss!
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