Paperwork (M/F story)

Carol Rollins was a petite blonde with an attractive face, and was skilled at getting people to underestimate her. Her meteoric rise to CEO of the company had come as a shock to many, and she surprised them even more when she showed them how well she handled it. In the office, she always listened to advice, and delegated responsibility to those that showed promise, but it was never left in doubt that she was in charge.

In the bedroom, however, her tastes were rather different. She liked to let her stress and responsibilities fade away, and find some strong, dominant man to whom she could really reveal her submissive side. While she greatly enjoyed these little sessions, which left her sore-bottomed, sobbing, and satisfied, she always made sure to keep the two parts of her life completely separate, and had never been tempted to mix business with pleasure.

That is, until she noticed Jacob.

Jacob Shepherd was one of her employees – a tall, handsome man with a charming smile and an athletic build, so it was not hard to notice him. However, it was his personality that made an impression on her. Jacob had a bit of a dominant streak, and he was the first to take charge if he noticed something that needed to be done. He often counselled interns and new employees, giving them guidance and advice, and when they erred, he was strict, but fair.

At one point, Jacob had taken one of the interns aside to scold her in private for some silly mistake she'd made. Carol had wandered past, and deciding to hide and listen, she'd heard the whole speech with a grin on her face, imagining herself as the subject of his displeasure. She pictured him frowning at her with those clear, blue eyes, his deep voice lecturing her about her misdeeds.

In her mind, he would undress her verbally – and then physically. With her skirt raised and her panties lowered, Carol would be taken over his knee, where he would show his displeasure with a firm spanking on her bare bottom. She would squirm and plead for mercy, but he would not relent, ignoring her pleas and protests as he blistered her bottom. Finally, once he was satisfied that she was truly sorry, he would end the spanking and let her stand up. However, he wouldn't let her rub her burning bottom – he'd slap her hands away and tell her to stand with her nose in the corner and think about what she'd done. Meekly, she'd obey, standing on display with her hands on her head. Then, he'd take her in his strong, safe arms, comfort her, caress her, and then place her down on her own desk and ravish her until sunrise.

Waking up from her daydream, Carol discovered she was dripping wet. Hurrying to the bathroom to find some much-needed privacy, her experienced fingers began to give her relief.

This was far from the only fantasy about Jacob that Carol found herself lost in, to the point that she had to concentrate to keep herself from blushing any time she spoke to him. However, she never managed to voice her attraction. Every time they met in the hallway, she felt like a little girl again, crushing on the handsome, confident boy. Her words froze in her throat, and she was unable to give him even a hint of her feelings. There was also the fear that he wouldn't be open to her advances – could she really face him as he rejected her? She knew he was single at the moment, and that she'd probably have to hurry before that changed, but she couldn't make herself say anything.

One calm Friday afternoon, Carol had an idea. She knew Jacob was taking some reports home to thumb through them over the weekend. What if she wrote something, and placed it in the pile? He could read it in peace and think about it, and she wouldn't have to look at his face as he processed her indecent suggestion. Thinking quickly, she picked up a pen and wrote down one of her favourite fantasies, blushing as she mentally relived it. He saw that he was away from his desk, and she managed to place it in the pile without anyone noticing, and then hurried back to her office. Sitting down at her desk, she grinned, congratulating herself on finding a solution to her awkward little problem.

Slowly, her smile faded as she finally began to think about what she'd done.

As the CEO of the company, Carol was undeniably in a position of power here. She obviously couldn't be propositioning the people who worked for her. While she'd tried to ignore the fact as much as she possibly could, there was no doubt that what she was doing was sexual harassment. Never mind about rejecting her advances - what if Jacob took it to court, or the media? Her life would be ruined!

If she'd said something to him, and it was his word against hers, maybe she could get away with it, but she'd written down one of her fantasies, in her own handwriting. That was evidence.

By the time she'd managed to rise to her feet and hurry back to Jacob's desk, he'd already left, taking the stack of papers with him. Carol spent a very long, sleepless weekend fidgeting nervously, wondering what Monday would bring.


Finally, Monday morning rolled around. Carol did her best to maintain her calm, confident façade as she headed into the office. Jacob raised his head as she entered, looking at her with a neutral, unreadable expression on his face. Nodding hello to everyone, Carol headed straight to her office – if he had anything to say to her, he could say it in here. She'd finally, if belatedly, realized the value of discretion.

It took about twenty minutes before Jacob knocked and entered – twenty minutes in which Carol sat at her desk, worrying about their impending conversation. Jacob was still wearing the same unreadable expression.

When he didn't say anything, Carol decided to speak first. "Listen, about that letter I wrote… " she swallowed, trying to dislodge the lump in her throat. "Just forget about it. I'm sorry, it was a silly little idea, and I didn't think …" He raised an eyebrow, and his silence and neutral expression only made her worry more. "I should not have written it, Mr Shepherd, and I would be very much obliged if you forgot it ever happened." She knew she was babbling, but she couldn't stop herself. "In fact, you should probably give it back to me, I didn't –"

"Shush," he said, his voice calm, but hard. She immediately stopped talking. "On your feet." Once again, she obeyed without hesitation. He stepped closer to her. "You are right, you shouldn't have written such filth. It was a very naughty thing to do, wasn't it?" He smiled. "And do you know what happens to naughty girls, Carol?"

Carol couldn't believe it. Was this actually happening? She nodded, blushing as she looked at the floor.

Jacob frowned, placing one finger behind his ear. "I can't hear you, Carol."

"Yes, sir," she whispered, immediately slipping into her meek tone. It had never been easier to act submissively than it was right now. "I know what happens to naughty girls, sir."

"And what is that?"

"They… they get spanked, sir," she said, still in that quiet, obedient whisper.

"That's right," he said, walking over to her, his body pressing lightly against hers. One of his hands slipped behind her and squeezed her bottom firmly, causing her to moan. "They get taken over the knee for long, hard spankings on their bare bottoms." He watched the look in her eyes as she reacted to his words. "Which is exactly what will happen to you, right here, when the workday is over."

Before she could respond, Jacob turned around and left the room, returning to his desk. Panting heavily, Carol had to muster her strength before she could head to the bathroom again. She really needed release right now.

For the rest of the day, Carol found it really hard to focus on her work. She glanced around her office, thinking about what was going to happen here in just a few hours. He'd promised her a bare-bottom spanking over his knee, hadn't he? Would he take down her panties, or make her do it herself? Before or after she went over his knee? Would he drag her over his lap, or order her to bend over it? How long and how hard would this 'long, hard spanking' be? Would she have to stand in the corner in her own office? And what would happen afterward?

The worst part is that every time she walked into the office landscape, Jacob was calmly tapping away at his keyboard, seemingly undistracted by what was going on. Was spanking his CEO really such a routine task for him that he didn't even think about it? She didn't know his previous employers, but she found that unlikely.

The day slowly ticked away, but at last, people began to leave. Once everyone but Jacob had gone home, he came to her office. She noted that he didn't knock this time – he entered as if he owned the place. He was in control right now.

He walked over to her desk. "Are you ready for this, Carol?" When she nodded, he sighed. "Use your words, young lady. If I have to remind you again, you'll regret it. Now, are you ready?"

"Yes, sir," she squeaked. It had been quite some time she'd been spanked, and she'd never been punished in her own office before.

"Stand up," he ordered. When she obeyed, he sat down in her expensive, armless desk chair. He grabbed the hem of her business skirt, raising it inch by inch. She wrung her hands, feeling embarrassed at being undressed. "Hold this," he ordered, and when she grabbed her skirt, he placed his fingers in the waistband of her panties. With glacial slowness, he pulled them down, and she stood stripped and vulnerable before her employee. Placing one hand on her back, he guided her over his lap. She blushed as she stared at her own carpet, feeling his strong thighs under her stomach and his firm hand caressing her quivering bottom. Goosebumps were forming on her flesh as she waited for the first smack to land.

"You have been a very naughty girl, Carol, writing such obscene filth to people," he murmured, stroking and pinching her cheeks. "You deserve to be punished, don't you?"

"Yes, sir," she replied, sighing at the gentle touch of his hand.

He lifted his hand and began to spank her, the smacks ringing out in the quiet office. She gasped as his hand landed on her soft cheeks, letting out a relieved sigh. It hard been far too long since she'd felt a man's firm palm on her bottom.

The first few smacks were light, slowly warming her up. Gradually, he spanked harder and faster, and she soon squirmed as a toasty warmth spread through her backside. It was lovely, but she hoped he would speed up soon – she wanted a red bottom today, and would be disappointed if she didn't get it. Fortunately, Jacob showed no sign of slowing down.

His hand moved from cheek to cheek, delivering sound smacks that had her wriggling. She grinned to herself – either he had some experience dealing with naughty women, or he was a natural. She would have to ask him about that later.

"I hope you're learning your lesson, young lady," he told her sternly as the heat in her seat made her yelp and kick her legs.

"I'll be good, I promise," she insisted, panting as the slaps rained down on her bottom.

He started to rub her backside, his hand slipping between her legs to find her soaking wet. "Seems like someone is enjoying this," he said with an evil grin.

"Maybe," she blushed as she stared at the floor.

She spread her legs, eager for him to continue his exploration, but he started to spank her bottom again, causing her to howl at the sudden and unexpected pain. "None of that," he scolded. "No release for you yet – this is supposed to be a punishment," he said firmly.

" 'No release YET'," she repeated, her voice hopeful. "Does that mean that afterward …"

He chuckled. "We'll see, young lady," he said, starting to spank her harder.

Soon, she was wriggling so much that he had to wrap his arm around her waist to hold her in place. She howled and kicked her legs, and tears were rolling down her cheeks, but her sex was still dripping wet, and she was happier than she'd been in a very long time.

By the time Jacob helped her to her feet, her bottom was bright red and burning hot. She jumped from foot to foot, trying to rub the sting away, but he guided her into a corner, placing her hands on her head. "You will stand here for a while, thinking about how you will behave in the future," he scolded. "If you stay in position and behave, you'll get some comfort and aftercare."

"Will that include more rubbing between my legs? And maybe something more?" she suggested hopefully.

"No talking in the corner," he told her, but there was a grin on his face, and his tone told her that he was almost as eager for that part as she was. Carol knew that she was in for a long and very exciting evening.