The millionaire's assistant (M/F story)

Lauren, who was a lanky blonde in her late thirties, had worked as a personal assistant for Mr Steel, the charismatic multi-millionaire, for more than three years now. The job was demanding, but not unrewarding – and one of those perks was that she got to spend time with her attractive boss.

Ash Steel was a tall, handsome bachelor with a thick head of copper hair. He was rapidly approaching fifty, but his exercise regime meant he had a body that many men half his age would envy him. He was charming and kind, and he remembered little details about his employees; he had a way of making them all feel seen and appreciated.

However, he also had high standards, and on the rare occasions when Lauren failed him, she would be called into his office, where she would stand in front of his desk as he scolded her. His stern tone and gaze made her blush and squirm like a schoolgirl standing before the principal, but if she had to tell the truth, she would have preferred the lectures to happen far more often.

There was just something about being scolded by the attractive man that made her feel pleasantly lightheaded, and in her private moments, she felt a tingling between her legs as she wondered what would happen if she pushed him too far. She imagined him furrowing his brow in disappointment and declaring that she needed to be punished.

In her dreams, he would state that the only way she could keep her job was if she went over his lap for a good, hard spanking. She would blush and whimper, pleading for mercy, but he would be unrelenting. In the end, she would have no choice but to bend over his lap for a well-deserved dose of strict discipline. He would spank her long and hard on her bare bottom as she bawled and twisted over his lap, until she had no more tears left to cry. Then, he would feel sorry for the sobbing young lady, and he would carry her to his bedroom for some soothing lotion – followed by a long night of passion.

Obviously, this would never happen in real life. Mr Steel was not a man to take advantage of his employees, and if she truly failed him, he was far more likely to fire her than to spank her. Not that Lauren would ever do anything worthy of such measures – she didn't even dare to deliberately misbehave for the lectures, so they only happened when she actually deserved them. However, every stern word from his lips was a gift that she would treasure in his heart.

The private beach (M/F story)

I'd been working as a security guard for the woman at the old mansion for more than two months now. Some of my friends expected that I'd have tales of tackling cat burglars to the ground or exchanging gunfire with terrorists, but fortunately, real life was far less exciting. I spent most of my time patrolling the grounds or playing cards with the other guards. Today, I was guarding the boss' private beach. Some might have found the task boring, but as far as I was concerned, I was being paid to hang out at the beach. My job was to sit in the shade wearing sunglasses and read a book, and if anyone walked past the "Private beach" signs, I would make them leave. The only difference between work hours and off-work hours was that I didn't have a beer in my hand.

Most of the time, asking firmly, but politely, was enough. When people are told to leave the premises by an official-looking, muscular, six-foot-tall man, they usually comply. If they refused repeated requests to leave, I phoned the police and asked them to remove the trespassers. I wasn't permitted to use physical violence, but not all of the teenagers that came here knew that, so an angry glare as I stood up could make them flee – which was both fun and effective, for they rarely came back after that.

It was about an hour left before my lunch break when I heard footsteps, and looked up to see a young woman in a bikini and flip-flops approaching the beach. She was a petite woman with short-cropped red hair and a face full of freckles, and I'd say she'd was in her early twenties. I stood up, deciding to be gentle – young women walking alone were usually easier to scare off, and I wanted to make her leave, not traumatize her. "Excuse me, miss, but this is a private beach."

"I know," she said, smiling at me. She tried to walk past me, and I stopped her.

"That means you can't be here," I told her, still gently, but my tone was firmer.

"Oh, those signs aren't for me, silly!" she giggled.

I frowned. This clearly wasn't Audrey, the woman I was working for – I knew how she looked and wasn't stupid enough to make that mistake. She also lived alone, with no partner or children. Could this young woman be working at the mansion? But I had never seen her before, and besides, none of the employees came here unless their boss was here.

"I'm going to have to ask you to leave," I told her in my stern security guard voice.

To my surprise, her only response was to roll her eyes, and she placed her towel down on the beach. "You can ask me whatever you like, but I'm going to stay right here and work on my tan." She smirked. "If you start being nicer, I'll let you help me with the sun lotion."

I glared at her. "A tan? I'll put you across my lap and tan your hide if you don't clear off!" Now, like I said, I wasn't allowed to use violence, nor was I allowed to make threats, but the girl's rudeness was getting on my nerves, and I wasn't thinking straight.

She'd been looking into her purse for something, but at my words, her head whipped round, and she stared wide-eyed at me. It was clear my threat had made an impression on her. I expected her to apologize and leave immediately. After a few seconds, however, she shook her head and looked at me dismissively. "An empty threat. You look too soft – I don't think you have it in you."