through. Remember, there is nothing wrong with saying that you're simply not ready."
"I could never say that, sir. I promise you, I am ready." She could pledge herself so glibly, but Alain new that these daring acts were such a gamble. Was he a fool to even think this would work? At the moment, he felt more like an addled schoolboy than he had in years, and he dearly hoped his private amusement didn't show.
***
What led to the first skirmish between these two unlikely lovers was probably apropos; their relationship began at the office, and it was one of Meredith Shaw's nervous faux pas at work that ignited the smoldering fires in them both. Alain was working late on a new case that had landed on his desk that day, when the new file clerk from records appeared at his door and abruptly stopped on seeing him pouring over the evidence file on his desk. The lovely brunette Meredith Shaw honestly didn't know he'd be there. In fact, she had intended to slip the missing files on his desk as if they'd been delivered by a thief giving back what he'd just snatched. Now with Alain still hard at work, she couldn't be that shrewd.
She held her breath waiting for him to raise his head, then noted the look of surprise when he finally did.
"Miss Shaw?" "Sir?"
"Is there a reason why you're standing at my door?"
"Yes, sir. I-I heard you were looking for these…um…files." She walked forward and placed them on his desk, although before she could draw back her hand he had one wrist clutched inside his steely palm. They hadn't seen each other since the signing of the contract was completed in the presence of Mistress Ana and Janis Duncan at the X-Club two nights prior. It had been his plan to initiate their relationship at her apartment that night. But now she was so far inside his space it was impossible to stop what thundered through his anxious body.
He swiveled in his desk chair, while guiding the young woman so she was directly between his open thighs, his hand still tightly grasping her wrist.
"I thought that your working in Records would place less stress on you."
She smiled weakly, chagrinned. "I'm so nervous."
"I can see."
"I'm sorry to let you down. I really don't know what happened to those files on the gallery theft, but it won't happen again." She looked down at the Captain – her master – gulping back her threatening tears, while feeling her entire body shiver as he conveyed the authority, the calm, the good judgment she so longed to experience from a man. "No, it won't happen again, or I'll have no choice but to let you go."
"Please, sir, I can't lose this job!"
"Then you know what you have to do." He waited for her response and when there was none, he added, "Maybe now's the time to properly deal with your recent mistakes. Perhaps, getting punished will work where lectures failed?"
She blinked and bit her lower lip, every nerve in her was on fire, as Alain let go of her hand, rose from his chair and directed his quivering submissive to the far side of his desk. He closed and locked his office door, pulled the blinds and moved to a nearby cabinet from which he withdrew a three inch wide spanking paddle and a bamboo cane.
"The paddle's to warm your ass. The cane's to up the pain. Bend over, Miss Shaw."
The electricity in the air attacked her body, giving her a vigorous shock. She was so frightened that she could barely move, but she did manage to bend over the desk and rest her torso on her arms. From the corner of her eye, she watched her master lay the tools down beside her, then remove his coat and roll the sleeves of his starched white shirt to the elbow. Why this image had such a daunting effect on a submissive, she couldn't explain, but they both understood the power of an act that was almost a cliché in the Dominant / submissive mindset.
"The paddle's to warm your ass. The
"I could never say that, sir. I promise you, I am ready." She could pledge herself so glibly, but Alain new that these daring acts were such a gamble. Was he a fool to even think this would work? At the moment, he felt more like an addled schoolboy than he had in years, and he dearly hoped his private amusement didn't show.
***
What led to the first skirmish between these two unlikely lovers was probably apropos; their relationship began at the office, and it was one of Meredith Shaw's nervous faux pas at work that ignited the smoldering fires in them both. Alain was working late on a new case that had landed on his desk that day, when the new file clerk from records appeared at his door and abruptly stopped on seeing him pouring over the evidence file on his desk. The lovely brunette Meredith Shaw honestly didn't know he'd be there. In fact, she had intended to slip the missing files on his desk as if they'd been delivered by a thief giving back what he'd just snatched. Now with Alain still hard at work, she couldn't be that shrewd.
She held her breath waiting for him to raise his head, then noted the look of surprise when he finally did.
"Miss Shaw?" "Sir?"
"Is there a reason why you're standing at my door?"
"Yes, sir. I-I heard you were looking for these…um…files." She walked forward and placed them on his desk, although before she could draw back her hand he had one wrist clutched inside his steely palm. They hadn't seen each other since the signing of the contract was completed in the presence of Mistress Ana and Janis Duncan at the X-Club two nights prior. It had been his plan to initiate their relationship at her apartment that night. But now she was so far inside his space it was impossible to stop what thundered through his anxious body.
He swiveled in his desk chair, while guiding the young woman so she was directly between his open thighs, his hand still tightly grasping her wrist.
"I thought that your working in Records would place less stress on you."
She smiled weakly, chagrinned. "I'm so nervous."
"I can see."
"I'm sorry to let you down. I really don't know what happened to those files on the gallery theft, but it won't happen again." She looked down at the Captain – her master – gulping back her threatening tears, while feeling her entire body shiver as he conveyed the authority, the calm, the good judgment she so longed to experience from a man. "No, it won't happen again, or I'll have no choice but to let you go."
"Please, sir, I can't lose this job!"
"Then you know what you have to do." He waited for her response and when there was none, he added, "Maybe now's the time to properly deal with your recent mistakes. Perhaps, getting punished will work where lectures failed?"
She blinked and bit her lower lip, every nerve in her was on fire, as Alain let go of her hand, rose from his chair and directed his quivering submissive to the far side of his desk. He closed and locked his office door, pulled the blinds and moved to a nearby cabinet from which he withdrew a three inch wide spanking paddle and a bamboo cane.
"The paddle's to warm your ass. The cane's to up the pain. Bend over, Miss Shaw."
The electricity in the air attacked her body, giving her a vigorous shock. She was so frightened that she could barely move, but she did manage to bend over the desk and rest her torso on her arms. From the corner of her eye, she watched her master lay the tools down beside her, then remove his coat and roll the sleeves of his starched white shirt to the elbow. Why this image had such a daunting effect on a submissive, she couldn't explain, but they both understood the power of an act that was almost a cliché in the Dominant / submissive mindset.
"The paddle's to warm your ass. The
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