Jane Burke leaned back in her chair, flicking through her mail one more time. Advertisements, bills, more advertisements... not a single person looking to employ her. And as one of the city's most successful private detectives, she found that a bit strange.
She was flicking through the pile yet again, seeing if there was a letter she'd missed, when her secretary entered the room. "Hey, Jane, anything else I need to finish before I leave tomorrow?"
Jane glanced up, letting her eyes wander from Rachel's stockings, all the way up to her face, in a way that usually cheered them both up. Officially, they were boss and employee, but once they locked the door and headed home, they were so much more.
"Nothing at all, Rachel. Go on your little vacation, I can handle things around here." She flicked through the pile again. "Things have been pretty calm around here since we moved offices. A lot fewer phone calls, the police don't push things on us... I mean, I don't enjoy handling their scraps, but at least it's work. You did give them our new contact info, right? So maybe we should just wait and see what happens."
Rachel let out a small gasp, and Jane narrowed her eyes in suspicion. That gasp didn't sound good. Not good at all. "Rachel?" she said, fixing the secretary with her coldest glare. "You DID give them our new contact information, like I told you to?"
The secretary, now rapidly turning pale, took a step back, both hands protectively clutching her rear end. She'd seen that look in her boss's eyes before, and it was never good news for her ability to sit. Jane got to her feet, both her voice and her eyes growing colder. "Rachel? That was an important task I gave you. Don't tell me you screwed it up."
Rachel backed further away, bumping against the closed door. In a second, Jane had crossed the distance between them, grabbed the secretary's hand, and pulled her back to her chair. Rachel obeyed, knowing that resisting her was unwise right now.
She was flicking through the pile yet again, seeing if there was a letter she'd missed, when her secretary entered the room. "Hey, Jane, anything else I need to finish before I leave tomorrow?"
Jane glanced up, letting her eyes wander from Rachel's stockings, all the way up to her face, in a way that usually cheered them both up. Officially, they were boss and employee, but once they locked the door and headed home, they were so much more.
"Nothing at all, Rachel. Go on your little vacation, I can handle things around here." She flicked through the pile again. "Things have been pretty calm around here since we moved offices. A lot fewer phone calls, the police don't push things on us... I mean, I don't enjoy handling their scraps, but at least it's work. You did give them our new contact info, right? So maybe we should just wait and see what happens."
Rachel let out a small gasp, and Jane narrowed her eyes in suspicion. That gasp didn't sound good. Not good at all. "Rachel?" she said, fixing the secretary with her coldest glare. "You DID give them our new contact information, like I told you to?"
The secretary, now rapidly turning pale, took a step back, both hands protectively clutching her rear end. She'd seen that look in her boss's eyes before, and it was never good news for her ability to sit. Jane got to her feet, both her voice and her eyes growing colder. "Rachel? That was an important task I gave you. Don't tell me you screwed it up."
Rachel backed further away, bumping against the closed door. In a second, Jane had crossed the distance between them, grabbed the secretary's hand, and pulled her back to her chair. Rachel obeyed, knowing that resisting her was unwise right now.
Jane sat down in her chair, and with a sharp tug, the secretary fell over her lap. She whimpered as her skirt was lifted, and her panties lowered to her knees. Jane caressed the quivering cheeks before her. "Rachel? When I give you a task, especially an important one like this, I need to trust that you'll be able to do it."
Rachel bit her lip. When Jane lectured her before the first smack had even landed, it meant that this was going to last for some time. "If you're too busy, then tell me, and maybe I can do it myself, but at least then I know that it hasn't been done. I need to know that I can trust you." And she smacked the pale cheeks, causing them to jiggle enticingly.
She spanked hard and fast, moving from cheek to cheek. She intended to make sure that Rachel learnt her lesson, even if it meant that she'd sit gingerly for a week. Rachel did her best to stay still and take the punishment she was due, but the sting soon made her kick her legs. In minutes, she was squirming wildly over her lap, tears staining the carpet. But no matter how much she squirmed and wriggled, every smack landed where Jane intended.
But as Rachel was drumming her feet against the floor, Jane suddenly stopped the spanking, hand in mid-air. The secretary glanced up at her boss; it was too much to hope for that her punishment was over already. The private detective leaned down, whispering into her ear. "I heard the door open," she explained. "I think someone just entered our office."
Jane considered her options. She had to keep the tear-faced secretary out of sight right now, and she had to invite the newcomer into her office – the one that she was currently sitting in, with a pink-bottomed woman over her lap. Only one option left.
She helped Rachel to her feet. "Go to the storage room, put your nose in the corner, and stay there," she whispered. Rachel nodded, drying her tears as she went. Jane picked up the pair of panties lying on the floor – Rachel must have kicked them off during her spanking – and stuck them in a drawer, before heading to the outer office.
Sitting in a chair, waiting patiently, was a tall, blonde woman wearing a green dress. Briefly, Jane wondered what their guest had heard – the walls weren't thick, and she'd heard the woman enter – but she pushed the thought from her mind. She hadn't run screaming from the building, so it didn't really matter.
The woman was glancing around the room, her eyes resting for a second on the large, old copier near the wall. Jane knew the thing was an eyesore, and that technology these days looked better, but as long as it still worked, she wasn't replacing it. The woman had a smile on her face as she shook Jane's hand. Briefly, Jane wondered if she knew her from somewhere; there was something familiar about her face. Maybe she'd been in the papers or something. She pushed it to the back of her mind, to ponder later.
"Jane Burke," she told her. "I'm the private detective."
"How nice, I was looking for one of those," the woman said, smiling at her own almost-joke. "I'm Lillian Reeves. Charmed to meet you."
"Let's talk about your troubles," Jane said, inviting the guest into her office.
Lillian told her that she worked for a large office supply company in town. Recently, she'd come across something that made her suspect the higher management was involved in something corrupt, but she didn't know exactly what. "Whatever it is, I'm pretty sure it's illegal."
"Anything else?" Jane said. Right now, she didn't have much to go on.
"This weekend, there's going to a meeting at the CEO's mansion outside of town. Some people from management, some trading partners... I think the meeting's connected." She glanced around, as if she expected someone to jump out and grab her for revealing it. "I think they're all in on it."
An old-fashioned spying mission. Not the most fun thing to do, but it was work, and something Jane had experience with. "I'll see what I can find out," Jane said, pulling out a standard contract and handing it to the woman to sign. She finally had work.
"Are you going out there yourself?" Lillian said as she wrote down the directions for the mansion. Jane nodded. "If I remember anything else, who can I talk to? Who's left here?"
"Well, my secretary's going out town this weekend, so the place will be empty. I'll give you my cell phone number. If it's off, just send a text message, and I'll call you back when I'm able."
Once the woman had left, Jane made a quick phone call, giving the police her new contact information. Just as well to get it over with. As she put the phone down, she opened her drawer. Next to the pair of panties was an old, worn razor strap. She picked it up, tapping it against her palm. She grinned as she thought of how Rachel would look tomorrow, wriggling in her seat as she tried to sit comfortably in her car.
Clutching the strap in her hand, Jane entered the storage room as silently as she could, wondering if Rachel had done as she had been instructed. She smiled as she saw the secretary, her nose in the corner, her hands on her head, and her bare butt brightening the room. It felt so good to have your instructions followed.
"Rachel?" she said. The secretary stayed with her nose to the wall, not answering. This was what she was supposed to do, until told otherwise. She was always so obedient, once she knew her rear end was in danger. "Come out of the corner."
For a brief second, the secretary must have wondered if her punishment was over – a thought that was crushed as soon as she spotted the strap in her employer's hand. With one hand on Rachel's back, Jane led her out of the storage room, into her office, and told her to bend over the desk. "Since you did as instructed in the storage room, I've decided that the punishment is almost over – six with the strap, and you're forgiven."
Trembling, Rachel leaned forward with her elbows on the desk, whimpering slightly as her cheeks quivered in anticipation – she'd had the strap before, and she'd vowed she'd never feel it again. Jane tapped the strap against her palm, grinning as she watched Rachel wriggle at the sound. She lifted the strap, and took careful aim.
WHACK! Rachel howled, trying in vain to wiggle the pain out of her cheeks. How was she supposed to survive five more of those?
WHACK! She wanted to jump to her feet, rub her bottom, run away – anything to relieve the sting. But she knew that doing anything other than staying in place and taking her licks would earn her extras, so that was what she vowed to do.
WHACK! Rachel could feel the tears rolling down her face, splashing down on the desk below her.
WHACK! She sobbed loudly, wondering how she was ever supposed to sit again.
WHACK! "One more, stay in position, just one more," she whispered to herself, trying to convince herself to take the last lick. It wasn't easy.
WHACK! When the final stroke had been delivered, Jane tossed the strap onto the desk, helping the sobbing woman up into an embrace. For a few minutes, she let her cry into her shoulder, as the secretary promised to do better in the future, that she would NEVER have to punish her again. Jane felt like shaking her head; she'd heard those promises before.
Half an hour later, Rachel was back at her desk, working – though now, she was doing it standing up. Her panties were still in Jane's drawer, leaving nothing between the bruised flesh and her skirt – and if she were in any way sure that no one would be coming, she would walk around naked from the waist down. Anything to cool down her burning seat.
Jane was packing her stake-out bag, preparing for the little spy mission the next day – she'd told the secretary about their new client, and Rachel had offered to postpone her vacation, if she needed someone at the office.
"Forget it, you have plans, and I'm not expecting anyone to need our help right now."
It was the sixth hour of the stake-out, and Jane couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. Not that she was in any danger; she hadn't seen a single guard since she arrived.
And that was the problem. Not a single guard, not a single security precaution that made her feel that there was something secretive going on at the mansion. Just a lot of rich men and women, all sitting in the sun and sipping drinks, going around talking about how awful it was to be rich. She was a few hundred feet away, looking at them through a fine pair of binoculars, so there was little she couldn't see.
She'd also managed to sneak in before most people arrived, placing a few microphones in strategic locations inside and outside the house, and was listening in to what they were saying. Just as vapid and uninteresting as she had expected. There was nothing there to suggest that anything criminal was going on – and she had gotten quite good at spotting criminals over the years.
To take her mind off the boredom, she allowed her thoughts to wander back to that morning, when she'd seen Rachel off with a kiss. She remembered how cute the secretary looked, blushing red as they locked lips, before climbing into the car for her drive – and how she'd winced as her still-stinging rear touched the seat.
Right. Enough daydreaming, she told herself, mind back on the job.
She decided to head back to the office. Perhaps she should dress up as staff, try to get in and glance at some papers? It could be risky, but it might be worth it. She had a maid's outfit back at the office – bought for a very different use, and in Rachel's size rather than her own, but she could probably make it work.
But as she opened the door to the office, all thoughts of the mansion, the maid's outfit, and Rachel in said outfit were out of her mind in a flash. Someone had been in here since she left that morning.
Someone had broken into her office.
She didn't know who it was, but they had done their very best to hide the fact that they'd been there. But there were subtle clues – the copier wasn't unplugged, just turned off; the door between her and Rachel's offices was slightly ajar – Jane either left it open or closed, no middle ground. Small things like that, but obvious to a trained eye.
Nothing had been stolen, as far as she could tell. She walked over to the archives, thumbing through the closest folder, and everything became clear.
The next day, Jane was sitting with her back to the wall under the window, half paying attention to the cheap novel in her hands, half listening for footsteps. She'd turned off all the lights; If anyone returned, she didn't want the intruder to notice that someone was there before it was too late.
And two hours into her watch, she heard someone approaching. Whoever it was, they couldn't exactly call themselves an accomplished burglar; loud footsteps that telegraphed their approach. She heard a lockpick fiddling around for a minute or so, and someone entered.
Jane hid herself behind her desk, peeking out as her client – the woman who had sent her off to the mansion in the first place - entered the room. Jane nodded to herself; that had been one of her more likely scenarios.
Lillian didn't as much as glance around as she made her way towards the storage room. After a few seconds, she came back out with a folder full of papers, heading over to the copier. She started working on the stack of papers, heading back to the storage room while the machine worked.
Jane slipped over to the exit, locking the door before following her uninvited guest into the storage room.
"Decent strategy you've got," she said drily. The woman jumped a foot in the air, spinning to face Jane with one of the palest faces the detective had seen. "Send me off on a wild goose-chase while you steal my archives. I applaud your cheek, at any rate."
The thief opened her mouth to explain herself, but since she evidently couldn't think of a good excuse, she continued to open and close her mouth like a fish out of water.
"Now, Michelle – if that IS your real name..."
"It is! I promise!" the client said in her most sincere tone.
"Really? When I first met you, you said your name was Lillian. Care to explain that?"
Rather than wait for the woman to try to think of something, Jane pushed her against the wall, quick fingers diving into her pockets. She found a wallet, and as she pulled it out and had a look, she had to chuckle. "Seriously? 'Theresa Templin, private detective for hire'?" She shook her head. "A rookie? Now I know why you were after my papers – I'd assumed it was blackmail, threatening my clients or something. You just needed the data? Here's my tip, little girl; find some other profession. You're not cut out for this business."
Suddenly, the thief darted past her. Reaching the door, her hopeful expression was crushed as she realized that the door was locked. Jane saw no reason to hurry as she followed her. With every step she took, the woman turned paler and paler. Jane grabbed her earlobe, dragging the yelping thief behind her as she moved towards her office.
"I was planning on calling the police," Jane explained calmly. "I don't really approve of thieves. But a little girl like you, with greedy little fingers? I've something much more fitting in store for you."
As she sat down on the couch, Theresa finally realized what she was planning, and tried to bolt again. But too late; Jane grabbed her arm, yanked her over her lap, and locked her legs in place to make sure she didn't go anywhere.
"Stop! Please, you can't spank me!" she said, as Jane raised her short skirt and lowered her panties.
Jane didn't dignify that with a response, other than the barrage of smacks she unleashed on the pale buttocks in front of her. The fact that this slip of a girl almost outwitted her, was making her less than pleased, and she wasn't going to let her get away with it.
Theresa cried out, trashing around as the sting spread across her cheeks.
"If you want to be a detective," Jane lectured as she spanked," You can't steal info from others like that. The info you'd gain is worth far less than she skills you'd learn while gathering it properly." She wasn't entirely sure that there was much point to lecturing her, as the woman seemed too focused on her stinging behind to pay her much attention, but it made her feel better, at least.
For a while, she continued to spank while Theresa pleaded for mercy, promising that she would behave in the future. When Jane decided that it was enough of a warm-up, she started spanking harder, eliciting louder cries from the flailing woman. She concentrated on her sit spots, causing Theresa to try to kick her legs, but the leg lock kept her in place.
When Jane was satisfied that Theresa's cries were earnest enough, and her backside was the right shade of red to satisfy her need for revenge, she decided that this part of her punishment was over.
"You may get up now," she told her. And as Theresa tried to rub the sting out of her beaten buns, Jane told the crestfallen woman the rest of the punishment.
"So you spanked her? You actually put her across your knee and spanked her?" Rachel stared at her, her face showing shock and amazement.
Jane chuckled. "You should have heard that little minx scream as I warmed her tushy. I don't think she's been spanked before, to be honest. What a way to get her first spanking, eh?"
"Then what?"
"Then I followed her back to her office, and took all the copies she'd made of our archives. She'd just stashed them in a drawer. Rank amateur. I'm still amazed she almost outwitted me. I told her that, if she came here for a quick paddling later, all would be forgiven. I didn't want to paddle her on that already-bruised bottom, but I couldn't let her off with just a quick hand-spanking either."
"Your hand stings a lot more than you realize," the secretary pouted. "So, that's why you told me to pick up a paddle on my way home? You could have told me that, you know. I thought you were going to use it on ME. Been worrying like crazy on the way back, trying to think of something I'd done."
"But you're so cute when you're worried about your seat," Jane told her lovingly. "And besides, maybe I WILL use it on you the next time you're being a brat. I'm not going to throw it away after only one use." She looked up as the doorbell rang. "Ah. That would be our naughty thief arriving, I suppose. Would you let her in?"
Shuffling in as if she was heading towards her execution, Theresa entered the room. She was pale, and a lot less confident than when Jane met her for the first time. She then saw a large paddle, of the type used in American sororities. It was proudly placed on Jane's desk, and Theresa's face turned even paler.
"I'm... I'm ready for my punishment," she said.
Jane grinned. "I promise you, with all my heart, that before you leave here today, you'll know to never steal anything again. By the time Rachel's done with you, you won't be sitting comfortably for days."
"Me?" Rachel said, looking at her boss in confusion. "What do you mean?"
Jane nodded. "Right, I hadn't gotten to that part yet." She looked at her secretary. "Rachel, I want you to punish this errant girl for me. Give her a good paddling that'll make her see stars."
Theresa looked like she had misgivings, but was far too intimidated to voice them, so she wisely kept her mouth shut.
"But... I can't..." Rachel said.
Jane smiled. "You think I don't know that you've wanted to punish someone like that for years? I think it would do you good to be on the other side of the paddle for once, and I'm not volunteering MY rear." She nodded towards the visitor. "Problem solved."
For a few seconds, Rachel stood there, taking it all in. Then, with a look of determination, she picked up the paddle, glaring at Theresa. "Right. Miss Burke has told me all about your little plan to steal our archives, so there's no confusion? You know why you're here?" Theresa nodded. Rachel patted the desk on the opposite side of where Jane was sitting. "Raise your skirt and bend over." Jane smiled. Rachel wasn't doing too badly, considering it was her first time,
With trembling hands, Theresa raised her skirt, leaning over the desk to rest on her elbows. Her face was inches from Jane's, and Jane would have a great view of the whole affair. With a quick jerk, Rachel lowered her panties to display the pale cheeks. The thief whimpered, but otherwise stayed silent. "I want you to think hard about what you've done," Rachel said as she lifted the paddle.
The first stroke of the paddle was light – 'she starts gentle because doesn't want to injure her', Jane noted. Her observation was confirmed as the second stroke, harder than the first, was followed by the even firmer third whack.
While she didn't have much experience wielding a paddle, she had experienced many spankings on her own rear end, and soon, Rachel had turned Theresa's pale bottom a delightful pink, as the woman sobbed, trying to keep her head raised and seem strong.
Again and again, Rachel raised the paddle, delivering a firm lesson to the amateur detective's hind quarters. By the time she lowered the paddle for the final time, the girl was sobbing loudly.
Jane stepped out from behind the desk, examining the damage. Due to her inexperience, Rachel was a far more random spanker than herself, but she had definite talent. "She's been punished enough," Jane told her, and Rachel nodded.
Half an hour later, Jane had driven the errant detective home, drying her tears as she made her promise not to do something like that again. Meanwhile, Rachel was checking the archives, making sure everything was where it was supposed to be.
By noon, they were ready for the incoming phone calls, from potential clients that had now been given the CORRECT contact information.
Rachel bit her lip. When Jane lectured her before the first smack had even landed, it meant that this was going to last for some time. "If you're too busy, then tell me, and maybe I can do it myself, but at least then I know that it hasn't been done. I need to know that I can trust you." And she smacked the pale cheeks, causing them to jiggle enticingly.
She spanked hard and fast, moving from cheek to cheek. She intended to make sure that Rachel learnt her lesson, even if it meant that she'd sit gingerly for a week. Rachel did her best to stay still and take the punishment she was due, but the sting soon made her kick her legs. In minutes, she was squirming wildly over her lap, tears staining the carpet. But no matter how much she squirmed and wriggled, every smack landed where Jane intended.
But as Rachel was drumming her feet against the floor, Jane suddenly stopped the spanking, hand in mid-air. The secretary glanced up at her boss; it was too much to hope for that her punishment was over already. The private detective leaned down, whispering into her ear. "I heard the door open," she explained. "I think someone just entered our office."
Jane considered her options. She had to keep the tear-faced secretary out of sight right now, and she had to invite the newcomer into her office – the one that she was currently sitting in, with a pink-bottomed woman over her lap. Only one option left.
She helped Rachel to her feet. "Go to the storage room, put your nose in the corner, and stay there," she whispered. Rachel nodded, drying her tears as she went. Jane picked up the pair of panties lying on the floor – Rachel must have kicked them off during her spanking – and stuck them in a drawer, before heading to the outer office.
Sitting in a chair, waiting patiently, was a tall, blonde woman wearing a green dress. Briefly, Jane wondered what their guest had heard – the walls weren't thick, and she'd heard the woman enter – but she pushed the thought from her mind. She hadn't run screaming from the building, so it didn't really matter.
The woman was glancing around the room, her eyes resting for a second on the large, old copier near the wall. Jane knew the thing was an eyesore, and that technology these days looked better, but as long as it still worked, she wasn't replacing it. The woman had a smile on her face as she shook Jane's hand. Briefly, Jane wondered if she knew her from somewhere; there was something familiar about her face. Maybe she'd been in the papers or something. She pushed it to the back of her mind, to ponder later.
"Jane Burke," she told her. "I'm the private detective."
"How nice, I was looking for one of those," the woman said, smiling at her own almost-joke. "I'm Lillian Reeves. Charmed to meet you."
"Let's talk about your troubles," Jane said, inviting the guest into her office.
Lillian told her that she worked for a large office supply company in town. Recently, she'd come across something that made her suspect the higher management was involved in something corrupt, but she didn't know exactly what. "Whatever it is, I'm pretty sure it's illegal."
"Anything else?" Jane said. Right now, she didn't have much to go on.
"This weekend, there's going to a meeting at the CEO's mansion outside of town. Some people from management, some trading partners... I think the meeting's connected." She glanced around, as if she expected someone to jump out and grab her for revealing it. "I think they're all in on it."
An old-fashioned spying mission. Not the most fun thing to do, but it was work, and something Jane had experience with. "I'll see what I can find out," Jane said, pulling out a standard contract and handing it to the woman to sign. She finally had work.
"Are you going out there yourself?" Lillian said as she wrote down the directions for the mansion. Jane nodded. "If I remember anything else, who can I talk to? Who's left here?"
"Well, my secretary's going out town this weekend, so the place will be empty. I'll give you my cell phone number. If it's off, just send a text message, and I'll call you back when I'm able."
Once the woman had left, Jane made a quick phone call, giving the police her new contact information. Just as well to get it over with. As she put the phone down, she opened her drawer. Next to the pair of panties was an old, worn razor strap. She picked it up, tapping it against her palm. She grinned as she thought of how Rachel would look tomorrow, wriggling in her seat as she tried to sit comfortably in her car.
Clutching the strap in her hand, Jane entered the storage room as silently as she could, wondering if Rachel had done as she had been instructed. She smiled as she saw the secretary, her nose in the corner, her hands on her head, and her bare butt brightening the room. It felt so good to have your instructions followed.
"Rachel?" she said. The secretary stayed with her nose to the wall, not answering. This was what she was supposed to do, until told otherwise. She was always so obedient, once she knew her rear end was in danger. "Come out of the corner."
For a brief second, the secretary must have wondered if her punishment was over – a thought that was crushed as soon as she spotted the strap in her employer's hand. With one hand on Rachel's back, Jane led her out of the storage room, into her office, and told her to bend over the desk. "Since you did as instructed in the storage room, I've decided that the punishment is almost over – six with the strap, and you're forgiven."
Trembling, Rachel leaned forward with her elbows on the desk, whimpering slightly as her cheeks quivered in anticipation – she'd had the strap before, and she'd vowed she'd never feel it again. Jane tapped the strap against her palm, grinning as she watched Rachel wriggle at the sound. She lifted the strap, and took careful aim.
WHACK! Rachel howled, trying in vain to wiggle the pain out of her cheeks. How was she supposed to survive five more of those?
WHACK! She wanted to jump to her feet, rub her bottom, run away – anything to relieve the sting. But she knew that doing anything other than staying in place and taking her licks would earn her extras, so that was what she vowed to do.
WHACK! Rachel could feel the tears rolling down her face, splashing down on the desk below her.
WHACK! She sobbed loudly, wondering how she was ever supposed to sit again.
WHACK! "One more, stay in position, just one more," she whispered to herself, trying to convince herself to take the last lick. It wasn't easy.
WHACK! When the final stroke had been delivered, Jane tossed the strap onto the desk, helping the sobbing woman up into an embrace. For a few minutes, she let her cry into her shoulder, as the secretary promised to do better in the future, that she would NEVER have to punish her again. Jane felt like shaking her head; she'd heard those promises before.
Half an hour later, Rachel was back at her desk, working – though now, she was doing it standing up. Her panties were still in Jane's drawer, leaving nothing between the bruised flesh and her skirt – and if she were in any way sure that no one would be coming, she would walk around naked from the waist down. Anything to cool down her burning seat.
Jane was packing her stake-out bag, preparing for the little spy mission the next day – she'd told the secretary about their new client, and Rachel had offered to postpone her vacation, if she needed someone at the office.
"Forget it, you have plans, and I'm not expecting anyone to need our help right now."
It was the sixth hour of the stake-out, and Jane couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. Not that she was in any danger; she hadn't seen a single guard since she arrived.
And that was the problem. Not a single guard, not a single security precaution that made her feel that there was something secretive going on at the mansion. Just a lot of rich men and women, all sitting in the sun and sipping drinks, going around talking about how awful it was to be rich. She was a few hundred feet away, looking at them through a fine pair of binoculars, so there was little she couldn't see.
She'd also managed to sneak in before most people arrived, placing a few microphones in strategic locations inside and outside the house, and was listening in to what they were saying. Just as vapid and uninteresting as she had expected. There was nothing there to suggest that anything criminal was going on – and she had gotten quite good at spotting criminals over the years.
To take her mind off the boredom, she allowed her thoughts to wander back to that morning, when she'd seen Rachel off with a kiss. She remembered how cute the secretary looked, blushing red as they locked lips, before climbing into the car for her drive – and how she'd winced as her still-stinging rear touched the seat.
Right. Enough daydreaming, she told herself, mind back on the job.
She decided to head back to the office. Perhaps she should dress up as staff, try to get in and glance at some papers? It could be risky, but it might be worth it. She had a maid's outfit back at the office – bought for a very different use, and in Rachel's size rather than her own, but she could probably make it work.
But as she opened the door to the office, all thoughts of the mansion, the maid's outfit, and Rachel in said outfit were out of her mind in a flash. Someone had been in here since she left that morning.
Someone had broken into her office.
She didn't know who it was, but they had done their very best to hide the fact that they'd been there. But there were subtle clues – the copier wasn't unplugged, just turned off; the door between her and Rachel's offices was slightly ajar – Jane either left it open or closed, no middle ground. Small things like that, but obvious to a trained eye.
Nothing had been stolen, as far as she could tell. She walked over to the archives, thumbing through the closest folder, and everything became clear.
The next day, Jane was sitting with her back to the wall under the window, half paying attention to the cheap novel in her hands, half listening for footsteps. She'd turned off all the lights; If anyone returned, she didn't want the intruder to notice that someone was there before it was too late.
And two hours into her watch, she heard someone approaching. Whoever it was, they couldn't exactly call themselves an accomplished burglar; loud footsteps that telegraphed their approach. She heard a lockpick fiddling around for a minute or so, and someone entered.
Jane hid herself behind her desk, peeking out as her client – the woman who had sent her off to the mansion in the first place - entered the room. Jane nodded to herself; that had been one of her more likely scenarios.
Lillian didn't as much as glance around as she made her way towards the storage room. After a few seconds, she came back out with a folder full of papers, heading over to the copier. She started working on the stack of papers, heading back to the storage room while the machine worked.
Jane slipped over to the exit, locking the door before following her uninvited guest into the storage room.
"Decent strategy you've got," she said drily. The woman jumped a foot in the air, spinning to face Jane with one of the palest faces the detective had seen. "Send me off on a wild goose-chase while you steal my archives. I applaud your cheek, at any rate."
The thief opened her mouth to explain herself, but since she evidently couldn't think of a good excuse, she continued to open and close her mouth like a fish out of water.
"Now, Michelle – if that IS your real name..."
"It is! I promise!" the client said in her most sincere tone.
"Really? When I first met you, you said your name was Lillian. Care to explain that?"
Rather than wait for the woman to try to think of something, Jane pushed her against the wall, quick fingers diving into her pockets. She found a wallet, and as she pulled it out and had a look, she had to chuckle. "Seriously? 'Theresa Templin, private detective for hire'?" She shook her head. "A rookie? Now I know why you were after my papers – I'd assumed it was blackmail, threatening my clients or something. You just needed the data? Here's my tip, little girl; find some other profession. You're not cut out for this business."
Suddenly, the thief darted past her. Reaching the door, her hopeful expression was crushed as she realized that the door was locked. Jane saw no reason to hurry as she followed her. With every step she took, the woman turned paler and paler. Jane grabbed her earlobe, dragging the yelping thief behind her as she moved towards her office.
"I was planning on calling the police," Jane explained calmly. "I don't really approve of thieves. But a little girl like you, with greedy little fingers? I've something much more fitting in store for you."
As she sat down on the couch, Theresa finally realized what she was planning, and tried to bolt again. But too late; Jane grabbed her arm, yanked her over her lap, and locked her legs in place to make sure she didn't go anywhere.
"Stop! Please, you can't spank me!" she said, as Jane raised her short skirt and lowered her panties.
Jane didn't dignify that with a response, other than the barrage of smacks she unleashed on the pale buttocks in front of her. The fact that this slip of a girl almost outwitted her, was making her less than pleased, and she wasn't going to let her get away with it.
Theresa cried out, trashing around as the sting spread across her cheeks.
"If you want to be a detective," Jane lectured as she spanked," You can't steal info from others like that. The info you'd gain is worth far less than she skills you'd learn while gathering it properly." She wasn't entirely sure that there was much point to lecturing her, as the woman seemed too focused on her stinging behind to pay her much attention, but it made her feel better, at least.
For a while, she continued to spank while Theresa pleaded for mercy, promising that she would behave in the future. When Jane decided that it was enough of a warm-up, she started spanking harder, eliciting louder cries from the flailing woman. She concentrated on her sit spots, causing Theresa to try to kick her legs, but the leg lock kept her in place.
When Jane was satisfied that Theresa's cries were earnest enough, and her backside was the right shade of red to satisfy her need for revenge, she decided that this part of her punishment was over.
"You may get up now," she told her. And as Theresa tried to rub the sting out of her beaten buns, Jane told the crestfallen woman the rest of the punishment.
"So you spanked her? You actually put her across your knee and spanked her?" Rachel stared at her, her face showing shock and amazement.
Jane chuckled. "You should have heard that little minx scream as I warmed her tushy. I don't think she's been spanked before, to be honest. What a way to get her first spanking, eh?"
"Then what?"
"Then I followed her back to her office, and took all the copies she'd made of our archives. She'd just stashed them in a drawer. Rank amateur. I'm still amazed she almost outwitted me. I told her that, if she came here for a quick paddling later, all would be forgiven. I didn't want to paddle her on that already-bruised bottom, but I couldn't let her off with just a quick hand-spanking either."
"Your hand stings a lot more than you realize," the secretary pouted. "So, that's why you told me to pick up a paddle on my way home? You could have told me that, you know. I thought you were going to use it on ME. Been worrying like crazy on the way back, trying to think of something I'd done."
"But you're so cute when you're worried about your seat," Jane told her lovingly. "And besides, maybe I WILL use it on you the next time you're being a brat. I'm not going to throw it away after only one use." She looked up as the doorbell rang. "Ah. That would be our naughty thief arriving, I suppose. Would you let her in?"
Shuffling in as if she was heading towards her execution, Theresa entered the room. She was pale, and a lot less confident than when Jane met her for the first time. She then saw a large paddle, of the type used in American sororities. It was proudly placed on Jane's desk, and Theresa's face turned even paler.
"I'm... I'm ready for my punishment," she said.
Jane grinned. "I promise you, with all my heart, that before you leave here today, you'll know to never steal anything again. By the time Rachel's done with you, you won't be sitting comfortably for days."
"Me?" Rachel said, looking at her boss in confusion. "What do you mean?"
Jane nodded. "Right, I hadn't gotten to that part yet." She looked at her secretary. "Rachel, I want you to punish this errant girl for me. Give her a good paddling that'll make her see stars."
Theresa looked like she had misgivings, but was far too intimidated to voice them, so she wisely kept her mouth shut.
"But... I can't..." Rachel said.
Jane smiled. "You think I don't know that you've wanted to punish someone like that for years? I think it would do you good to be on the other side of the paddle for once, and I'm not volunteering MY rear." She nodded towards the visitor. "Problem solved."
For a few seconds, Rachel stood there, taking it all in. Then, with a look of determination, she picked up the paddle, glaring at Theresa. "Right. Miss Burke has told me all about your little plan to steal our archives, so there's no confusion? You know why you're here?" Theresa nodded. Rachel patted the desk on the opposite side of where Jane was sitting. "Raise your skirt and bend over." Jane smiled. Rachel wasn't doing too badly, considering it was her first time,
With trembling hands, Theresa raised her skirt, leaning over the desk to rest on her elbows. Her face was inches from Jane's, and Jane would have a great view of the whole affair. With a quick jerk, Rachel lowered her panties to display the pale cheeks. The thief whimpered, but otherwise stayed silent. "I want you to think hard about what you've done," Rachel said as she lifted the paddle.
The first stroke of the paddle was light – 'she starts gentle because doesn't want to injure her', Jane noted. Her observation was confirmed as the second stroke, harder than the first, was followed by the even firmer third whack.
While she didn't have much experience wielding a paddle, she had experienced many spankings on her own rear end, and soon, Rachel had turned Theresa's pale bottom a delightful pink, as the woman sobbed, trying to keep her head raised and seem strong.
Again and again, Rachel raised the paddle, delivering a firm lesson to the amateur detective's hind quarters. By the time she lowered the paddle for the final time, the girl was sobbing loudly.
Jane stepped out from behind the desk, examining the damage. Due to her inexperience, Rachel was a far more random spanker than herself, but she had definite talent. "She's been punished enough," Jane told her, and Rachel nodded.
Half an hour later, Jane had driven the errant detective home, drying her tears as she made her promise not to do something like that again. Meanwhile, Rachel was checking the archives, making sure everything was where it was supposed to be.
By noon, they were ready for the incoming phone calls, from potential clients that had now been given the CORRECT contact information.
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