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  Over The Boss’ Knee

  By Jenny Jeans

  This book is a work of fiction. Names characters, places and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to any persons, living or dead, business establishments, events or locales, is entirely coincidental.

  No part of this book maybe be reproduced, scanned, or printed in any printed or electronic form without permission from the author. Please do not participate or encourage piracy of copyrighted materials in violation of author’s rights. Purchase only authorized editions.

  Copyright © 2013 by Jenny Jeans. All rights reserved.

  Published by Arrow Books

  *This short story includes: BDSM elements, including domination, restraint, corporal punishment, otk, over the knee, disciplinary spanking by the boss, sexual spanking by the blackmailer, bondage, bondage sex, rough oral, rough sex, HFN in the end or on the butt.

  Table of Contents

  Copyright Page

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  The End. I found my story naturally ended there ... But! | Being the hedonist I am, I had to HAVE the rest of that sex scene. So... | You will find it below.

  Chapter One

  "Mr. Cheng, you must understand our legal limitations on this," Mr. Carlson said.

  Tess noticed her boss' normal authoritative voice had pleading tones. With a sinking feeling she suddenly realized his major business deal was collapsing.

  "No, don't go," Mr. Carlson said, standing and looking through his sleek eyeglasses, back and forth, at the clients who were speaking rapid Chinese as they rose from their chairs. "Tess!" He shouted sharper than she'd ever heard him speak before. "Tess will get lunch for everyone. Right now!"

  Tess heard his command and jumped from her chair to stand, fitting her three-inch high heels beneath her.

  "Please, stay for lunch!" Mr. Carlson urged, sharply, but they were shaking their heads and the staccato stream of Chinese words continued as they moved toward the door.

  Ten minutes later they were gone and James Carlson was madder than she'd ever seen him. Maybe it was frustration; however his normally handsome features were flushed with angry tints.

  "In this economy, we cannot afford to lose them." His jaw was clinched as he paced the plush carpet in his large corner office, then he stopped and turned to stare out of the corner windows at the expansive view.

  Tess winced at the angry frustration he expelled. She stood just inside the closed doorway of his office with her Blackberry posed, ready to take any notes he might need. She'd worked as his secretary for five years and respected his work ethic, his commitment to his family, and his dedication as CEO of Benchcroft Media.

  He'd treated her fairly over the years. Her only mild complaints were about the overtime and his insistence to have things done a certain way. Because she was younger by at least ten years, she often felt their relationship was somewhat similar to father and daughter.

  "God, it's just so frustrating!" he expelled as he started to pace again. She could see veins throbbing in his forehead.

  "Maybe you should regroup. Take the rest of the day off to rethink the..." she began.

  He interrupted her, angrily. "No! That’s not going to help." Suddenly, he yanked off his charcoal suit jacket and tugged his blue medallion tie loose so that it hung to one side. "Christ, I need to hit something."

  He stomped behind his desk, still agitated. Tess wondered if there was a secretarial manual somewhere that dealt with unhinged bosses. She wanted to flee his upheaval, but she knew she shouldn't without being dismissed. She hated seeing him so upset.

  "I could call your wife," she tried.

  At the same moment, he blurted, "Tess, I swear to God I’m so mad I will give you seven-hundred dollars to let me spank you!"

  Tess stared blankly at her boss, who was still standing behind his desk looking red-faced and, yes, very aggravated. Then the shock of what he'd said penetrated her like an electrical jolt.

  "Right here and now or I'm going to explode!" he exclaimed, as he grabbed angrily behind his waist, and then he jerked his wallet forward. "Christ, I'm not angry with you. I've just got to relieve this frustration now."

  The deal they'd been working on for six months had just fallen through and she knew how upset he was. It meant so much more to him than it did to her; she was just an executive assistant, actually a secretary. But she'd worked with him for five years so she knew he was a happily married man and not a woman chaser, chasing any willing skirt. She told herself his request wasn’t really sexual. Then she watched with amazement as he tore hundred-dollar bills out of his wallet, slapping them down on his marble desktop.

  Her eyes widened at the amount of money and what it meant to her. Ohmygod she could buy the Tony Burch, Merino-wool dress she'd been dying for.

  "Not enough?" he hissed, and then he jerked two more one-hundred dollar bills out of his wallet, slapping them down with a flourish. And that was enough for the drawstring ankle boots to go with the dress. Tess almost squealed with excitement, but then she remembered what he was asking her to do for the money.

  "I-I'm not sure what you want," she stuttered. But oh God, she knew she wanted that money.

  "Here. Now. Over my knee, and I spank you as hard as I wish with my open palm."

  Tess actually quivered as she nervously smoothed down the soft knit material of her black pencil skirt.

  "Nothing sexual," he claimed. "I'm just going to explode if I don't get rid of this frustration!"

  Tess didn't know how to tell him she agreed; she was too embarrassed. With her gaze fixed on the spread of green bills, she slowly set her Blackberry down on top of the desk. She couldn't look Mr. Carlson in the face as she started around his desk. She might always wonder whether she would have gone through with it or not, but she was saved from wondering about her decision, because Mr. Carlson simply came forward and grabbed her.

  She knew the door to his private office was closed and with all the outer office noises no one could hear them. However, she would never have let loose a squeal, like the one she had, unless she’d meant it. Which she did. But her squealing didn't appear to bother Mr. Carlson one bit, because his strength tugged her forward at the same time he sat, while he turned his high-backed Harvard chair away from the front of his desk. A second later, she fell off her three-inch heels as her tummy hit his hard thighs.

  She got one more look at the money spread across his desk before weight defied her and her head went down with the end of her ponytail falling on the carpet.

  "Oh! Mr. Carlson!" she exclaimed, while overwhelming feelings of vulnerability quaked through her, and she was about ready to call it off when the first slap landed across her bottom. The words clogged in her throat. She couldn't say it hurt exactly, more keenly she felt uncomfortable over the ignoble position as her slip-on high heels fell off her feet.

  Whap. "Oh!" The material of her skirt kept Mr. Carlson's spanking hand from making a loud slapping sound. But she could feel it.

  "That's it, you bad girl," Mr. Carlson uttered tightly above her. Whap.

  Tess whined and she couldn't help trying to roll her bottom away from Mr. Carlson's slapping hand. "Naughty." Whap. "Naughty." Whap. "Naughty!" Whap. Whap.

  Tears built in Tess’ eyes as the swats became faster and harder. She jerked her hand behind her trying to deflect the spanks. This was nothing like any childhood spanking she'd ever received.

  Whap. Whap.

  Mr. Carlson grabbed her hand, which she was using to try to shield her squirming rump, and he pulled it out of the way. "Oh no you don't! You
deserve this, bad girl."

  "Oh, ow!" she cried.

  Whap. Whap.

  Running on pure instinct, she tried to scoot off Mr. Carlson's thighs. But his strong hand grabbed her silk shirt encased waist, forcing her back up on his thighs.

  Whap. Whap.

  "Ow! Ow! That's enough, Mr. Carlson!" she cried.

  "It's not nine-hundred worth yet," he uttered, with his voice sounding harsh. "Bad girl!"

  Whap. Whap.

  "Ow!" she cried. "I want to stop!"

  Suddenly, Mr. Carlson went still and she lay gasping as she slumped over his lap. His fingers were clasped around both her wrists, holding her hands away from her sore rump as her head hung down.

  "Are you backing out on our deal, Miss Brown? Because if you are I will refuse to pay any money until and unless I receive my full time to spank you."

  Tess felt any hope of being released sink as her body quivered in trepidation. She wasn't going to give up that money after all the abuse her bottom had already taken. "How long?" she asked, sounding like a little girl.

  Mr. Carlson's legs shifted under her belly. "Ten more minutes." His voice sounded gruff, while she cringed. She just knew he was going to spank her harder the last ten minutes. Maybe it was the submissive position she was in, but it felt as if she'd lost all her normal strength of character.

  "Please, don't spank me hard," she whined.

  "Ha!" Mr. Carlson's voice sounded as if he'd won, and not as if he'd agreed not to spank her as hard.

  Whap. Whap.

  "Oh!" Tess wailed, churning her rump away from the hard spanks. But there was no place to escape too. She was having a hard time with her feet because they were not touching the ground for balance and it made her legs fall open. But the tightness of her pencil skirt kept them from really gaping.

  Whap. Whap.

  "Oh, ow! Ow! Ow!" Her head bounced with each swat as the material of her skirt was less and less a barrier, and she mewled with each painful swat.

  Whap. Whap.

  "Naughty, naughty girl." Mr. Carlson rasped each word punctuated by a hard spank. "You are so bad! You need to learn."

  Tess found herself promising Mr. Carlson to be a good girl through the grunts woofing out of her mouth after each strike across her squirming butt. It hurt, and she thought she wanted it to stop, but gradually the most embarrassing thought and feelings began thrashing through her. It happened with each sting of Mr. Carlson's spanking hand.

  What would it be like if he raised her skirt?

  Oh no! She couldn’t believe she was wishing his palm would be slapping against her naked butt, right in the middle of the pain torturing her from being spanked.

  Whap. Whap. Whap.

  She tried to ignore it as he told her what a bad girl she was. She would die from more humiliation if he ever discovered that she wanted him to jerk her skirt upward and slap her naked bottom.

  Whap. Whap. Whap.

  Then, he stopped and she was left gasping, while feeling the stings of hard spanking turning into a burn across her buttocks, and she realized with horror that she was turned on. She could feel her arousal had dampened her panties. She couldn't let Mr. Carlson find out!

  Shame coated her as she felt Mr. Carlson's heavy breathing above her. "That relieved so much tension," he declared. Tess tried to collect herself, as she heard him saying, "Here, let me help you up. I cannot thank you enough."

  She was surprised to feel, right before her belly rolled off his lap, the distinct impression of a hard-on in Mr. Carlson's gray suit pants. Too many other feelings rolled that reality right past her as she tried to find her footing, while wondering where to look or what to say. How should she act? Besides she really wanted to rub her sore bottom, but she forced her hands away. She stood on bare feet and looked toward the door and away from Mr. Carlson. The throb of arousal was more acute standing and it was so contrary to the soreness of her bottom.

  "Um, so then," she stuttered, shifting her feet around as she tried to get her high heels on. "I better get back to working on that Langston report."

  "Yes, and I'm going straight home now, Tess. You can cancel any appointments I have left for today."

  Tess darted a surprised glance at Mr. Carlson. He never went home in the middle of the day. She couldn't look at him for more than a second, but his normal studious gaze was bright and his jaw line was flushed red. Instantly she thought about his earlier hardened condition and realized he could be hurrying home to his wife. So they'd both gotten turned on by the spanking, yet she'd still be embarrassed to let him know.

  "Of course, Mr. Carlson, I will reschedule them." She looked down at her Blackberry still not able to look up at him.

  "Here take your money then, Tess. You've earned it."

  Tess saw the money thrust beneath her downward turned gaze. She reached for it. "Thank you, sir," she mumbled.

  Then he was gone and she was left with a sore bottom that got even sorer when she sat on tender buttocks at her desk, looking at the nine-hundred dollars in her hand. What amazed her more was the arousal she felt that just wouldn’t go away. In fact as scenes of the spanking kept replaying relentlessly in her thoughts, she got even hornier, until she was literally squirming on her desk chair.

  Quickly, she thrust the money into her leopard-print Valentino purse. Unable to stand it any longer, she stood and scooted into Mr. Carlson's empty office. She shut the door quietly making certain no one saw her enter in the office area out further down the hall.

  Then, she fell back against the closed door with her hand already rubbing her pussy outside of her skirt.

  "Oh my god, I'm so horny," she moaned.

  On the one count, she was amazed that a spanking had turned her on so much and on the other hand she was amazed because she'd not known she was into spanking type things at all.

  "But God," she expelled, teasing the impression of her aching pussy with her fingers. "Everything about it was so hot!"

  Her parfait-pink push-up bra felt as if it were personally stroking her nipples as they hardened into tight spears. She want to pull her silk blouse open, but settled for pushing her hand past the collar of her blouse and past the delicate lace cup of her bra, to twist the tip of her nipple.

  "Oh. Oh."

  She used her other hand, quickly tugging at the hem of her skirt. She pulled it up until she had her string bikini panties uncovered with the cooler air in the office washing over her hips and between her thighs. She was so excited her panties were damp and she pushed her fingers inside them, until she finally touched the slick lips of her pussy.

  "Oh, yes," she moaned.

  Tess began rubbing her clit, while her bottom undulated with the motion. Just the fact she was doing it in the middle of a workday with an office full of people outside the close door was so illicit, it turned her on even more. Not that she needed much help after that spanking, which had been so much more disciplinary than sexual.

  "Oh. Oh," she moaned. "I loved being spanked like a naughty girl."

  It was a statement and question combined, while she drawled out the word, "naughty" on a long moan of pleasure ratcheting up inside her clit. Suddenly, she fell off her heels while trying to spread her legs wider and her eyes popped open as she plucked her nipple point harder. Through the haze of rising aches in her sex, she saw she was alone and she went back to rubbing her clit with even deeper circles.

  "Mmmm." She stood on her toes leaning against the door as her mind relived every nuance of being forced over Mr. Carlson's lap, held there helpless, and then spanked hard.

  "Oh! God!" A climax rushed through her, quivering in her thighs as the heat in her pussy throbbed against her fingers. The pleasure rolled and rolled as she pushed her sore bottom against the door. She groaned with her entire body quivering.

  Ten minutes later, after cleaning up in Mr. Carlson's private bathroom, she was back at her desk fighting the feeling that everyone in the busy office knew all the naughty things she'd been doing. But each time she
looked down the hall, as usual, no one was paying much attention to her at all.

  Chapter Two

  A week passed where Tess found that she and Mr. Carlson were studiously ignoring "the event" as she'd come to think of it. She certainly wasn't going to bring "the event" up in their conversations. Even as much as she wanted too — and obsessed over it. In one way she was glad he hadn't treated her any differently, because he was handsome and all, but she wasn't attracted to him in that way. It was the act she was lusting for. She'd gotten off to replaying the spanking in her mind at least two times a night all week long. The fact that she didn’t have a boyfriend to cuddle up to with all the hot and newfound horny feelings she had was a real shame now she was so enlightened.

  That day she was at lunch across the street from the office building where she worked, when her Blackberry made a knocking sound. Someone had sent her a text. She absently pulled her cell phone out of her designer purse, while admiring the new buff-colored ankle boots she'd bought to match her new Tony Burch dress that slimmed down her sides to mid-thigh.

  Tess read the text." I'll pay you five-hundred to let me paddle you for fifteen minutes. Mr. Carlson."

  Her breath sucked inward and she quickly looked around the small Cafe as though someone might actually be able to see the text. Then her heart started beating faster and she realized she'd been hoping for this all along. Something inside warned her that Mr. Carlson was a happily married man and if she ever let on she was doing it because it turned her on so much, he would quickly end it.

  She thought carefully about her reply, then she texted him back.

  "I want to help the company and you, sir."

  His reply came immediately. "My office as soon as you can."

  Her heartbeat was thudding as she considered that while her new wool dress was stylish, it was also much shorter than her pencil skirt had been. Naughty her, it sent more of a thrill shooting through her. Underneath her dress she had on a cashmere pink bustier set with thong panties and a garter belt clipped to her stockings. She never wore stockings. But she had for the last week.