Spanking Sydney (3 page)

Somewhere in the back of her mind, she wondered if his offer to spank her instead of demoting her could be considered sexual harassment. Probably. But a spanking was still a whole lot more acceptable than a pay cut, especially since her lousy performance justified the demotion.

“Well, Ms. Davis?” Max prompted quietly. “What’s it to be—the transfer, or the spanking?”

She swallowed hard. Lifting her chin, she met his gaze. “I-I’ll take the spanking.”

“Are you sure?”

She nodded. “Y-yes.”

If Max was surprised by her answer, he gave no indication of it. Sydney thought she saw the corner of his mouth quirk, but it was gone before she could be sure.

She watched nervously as he got to his feet and came around the desk.  How did you get a punishment spanking? Having only been spanked during sex, she honestly had no idea.

“Bend over and put your hands on the desk,” he instructed.

His request sounded so polite Sydney almost smiled. But then she remembered what was about to happen, and sobered quickly enough. She’d agreed to this, she reminded herself as she bent over and put her hands on the desk. The position made her snug skirt cling to her bottom, and she blushed as she felt it ride up a little higher on her thighs to reveal even more of her legs than it already did. If she’d known she was going to be bending over for a spanking, she would have worn slacks.

Sydney tensed as Max put a hand on the small of her back. They were really going to do this.

“Are you ready?” he asked.

What kind of question was that? Of course, she wasn’t. But she’d agreed to take this spanking, so she couldn’t very well change her mind. Telling herself it would just be better to get it over with, she nodded.

Sydney held her breath, prepared for him to do his worst. But despite giving him permission, Max didn’t spank her right away. What the heck was he waiting for?

She opened her mouth to ask, but all that came out was a startled gasp as his hand abruptly connected with her ass in a resounding smack.

Damn, that stung. Sydney bit her lip as she waited for the next one. How many of those would he give her? She supposed one to each cheek would be too much to hope for.

His hand came down on her other cheek, this time a little harder. She let out a yelp. Max didn’t even pause at her protest. He simply lifted his hand and smacked her on one cheek, then the other until her entire bottom was covered with stinging spanks.

Common sense told her that her skirt should offer some protection, but it sure didn’t seem like it. She wasn’t sure why she did it, but she reached back with one to cup her stinging bottom. Maybe to shield it from more punishment. Maybe to see if it was throbbing as much as she thought.

Regardless, Max didn’t like it. “Please keep your hands on the desk, Ms. Davis.”

She quickly obeyed. “Sorry.”

Her boss picked up where he’d let off as if he’d never been interrupted at all. Sydney tried not to protest any more, but after the tenth smack—or was it the twelfth?—she gave up and cried out after each and every one. Thank God everyone had already left for the day, or they’d be getting an earful.

She didn’t know how many smacks he gave her—it was hard to keep count while she was squealing—but when he finally let her up, all she could do was stand there and cup her ass cheeks in both hands. It wasn’t throbbing, but it stung like crazy. She hadn’t expected him to spank her quite so hard. It was still better than getting demoted, though. And she supposed she had deserved it. Like he’d said, her work had been shoddy.

Max folded his arms over his broad chest. “That should be enough to get you to improve your work habits, I hope.”

Sydney nodded mutely.

“Then I’ll see you tomorrow,” he said, then added, “On time, for a change.”

The promise of what he would do if she weren’t hung in the air, and Sydney felt herself blush hotly as she hurried from the room.

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What the hell had he been thinking?

Max stared at door Sydney had just practically run out. He’d be lucky if she didn’t go to Human Resources tomorrow and report his ass. Dammit, but the dom in him came out at the worst times.

He ran his hand through his hair. He hadn’t meant to spank Sydney. But when she’d asked if there was some other way he could punish her, the words were out of his mouth before he’d realized what he’d said. He sure as hell hadn’t expected her to agree. And when she’d bent over the desk and presented her perfectly rounded ass for her punishment? He must have stood there a full minute before he remembered he was supposed to spank her. Because if he had a type, Sydney Davis would be it. Tall and slender with curves in all the right places, the bluest eyes he’d ever seen and full lips just begging to be kissed, she was perfection in a tight skirt and a pair of high heels. And—if he didn’t miss his guess—a natural submissive.

He stifled a groan as his cock went hard inside his pants. And tomorrow, he’d find out if giving in to his inner dom and spanking her was going to get him fired.

Chapter Two

Sydney was on time for work the next day.

Once she’d gotten home and over the embarrassment, she’d realized getting her bottom warmed hadn’t been that big of a deal. Sure, it had been unorthodox, and yes, it had stung, but it hadn’t really hurt. Most importantly, she still had her job. Besides, she’d practically forced Max into giving her that spanking when she’d begged him to come up with an alternative form of punishment. It was a one-time thing, she was sure.

She still found it difficult to meet Max’s gaze when she walked into the office. Every time she tried, all she could think about was him spanking her. It wasn’t like getting spanked by your boss was common practice in the business world. In fact, she was pretty sure it wasn’t common practice in any world.

Max, however, acted like nothing happened, and by afternoon, Sydney forgot about it, too. Well, not completely, of course, but enough so that she could concentrate on work. And now that she was putting more effort into it, she didn’t make nearly as many mistakes, which made working for Max much easier.

Sydney had to admit she was impressed with her new boss. Not only did he have incredible business sense, but also a firm grasp of the intricacies of contract accounting as well. That made sense. He’d been brought in to analyze why the company was so over budget on the new software for the government contract. He wasn’t afraid of putting in the hours, either. On the down side, that meant she had more work to do, too. She was a little flustered by all the stuff he threw at her in the beginning—she’d never even done half of the things he wanted her to do—but she did them, and did them surprisingly well. And since most of what she did involved working closely with Max, she got to spend a lot of time with handsome boss. Admittedly, being in such close proximity to him made it that much more difficult to concentrate, but the perks were definitely worth it.

If Sydney thought Max was intriguing before he’d spanked her, that was nothing compared to how drawn to him she was now. Sometimes she’d get a whiff of his cologne while they were working, and she’d find herself leaning in closer. Other times, her gaze would stray to his strong hands, and she’d remember how expertly he’d administered the spanking he’d given her. And would again if she needed one.

Sydney blushed as she set a stack of mail on his desk. Getting spanked during sex was one thing; getting spanked by her boss was another. She couldn’t understand why the thought of him warming her ass made her pussy spasm. There’d been nothing even remotely sexual about the spanking he’d given her the other night. Now that she thought about it, Max had been all business. He’d had her bend over the desk, spanked her bottom soundly, scolded her about her behavior, then dismissed her. Absolutely nothing sexual about it. Then why did she have to fight the urge to slide her hand  under her skirt and touch herself every time she thought about it?

Because it’s been way too long since you had sex with a guy,
that’s why
.

Which was why she jumped at the chance to go out  for a drink with Erika after work Friday night when the other girl asked. If she were lucky, she’d meet some totally hot guy who would make her forget all about this crazy obsession she had with her new boss and the spanking he’d given her.

Or she could have if Erika hadn’t brought up the subject of Max Daniels the minute they got to the bar and grill where the other girl was meeting her boyfriend for dinner.

“Every woman in the building is completely jealous of you, you know,” Erika said as she sipped her drink.

Sydney’s brow furrowed. “Why?”

Her friend grinned. “Isn’t it obvious? Because you work for the hottest guy most of us have ever seen, of course.”

Sydney toyed with her straw as she stirred her drink. Now that Erika had brought it up, there had been a steady stream of women going in and out of Max’s office. They’d ostensibly come by to welcome him to the company, or drop off some paperwork, but the real reasons behind their visits were obvious. They’d been trying to come onto him. Though Max had been polite to the women, Sydney was secretly pleased he hadn’t shown any interest in them.

“So,” Erika was saying. “What’s it like working for him?”

Sydney shrugged. “He’s more demanding than Ted was, that’s for sure.”

The other girl smiled. “Yeah, I kind of figured that since you’ve been getting to work before I do now.”

Sydney blushed as she thought of the spanking she’d get for coming in late. For one crazy moment, she had this incredible urge to tell her friend about the spanking her boss had given her, and only caught herself just in time. Not because Erika was a prude, but because she was afraid her friend would go running to the HR department to report her boss for sexual harassment. Sydney definitely didn’t want that. She didn’t see what he’d done as sexual harassment. The spanking had simply been an effective way for Max to deal with her poor performance. While she was fine with it, she knew Erika wouldn’t be.

A few minutes later, Erika’s boyfriend came in, and though they asked Sydney to join them, she declined, sure the two lovebirds would rather be alone. On the way home, she decided to stop by the video store to pick up a movie, but ended up being too distracted to watch it. For some reason, her thoughts kept straying to Max and the spanking he’d given her.

What exactly was it about the spanking that turned her on so much? Was it the physical act of getting spanked, or the fact that an incredibly gorgeous guy had been the one administering that spanking? Then again, did it really matter what the reason was? The bottom line was that she’d liked it.

Wow. That was quite an admission. It was one thing to say it hadn’t bothered her, but now here she was saying she’d actually enjoyed it. That begged the next question. Did she want it to happen again?

Sydney chewed on her lip as she thought about that. Just because she’d liked the first one didn’t mean she’d like the next one. She supposed the only true way to know for sure would be to get Max to spank her again. But how could she do that? It wasn’t as if she could simply walk into his office, tell him she had an unresolved issue and ask him to spank her so she could figure it out. She was bold, but not that bold. No, but she could do the exact same thing that had gotten her spanked in the first place.

And if her little plan backfired and Max decided to have her transferred to another department this time? She dismissed the thought with a shake of her head. Max was obviously the type of man who thought a good spanking was just the thing to straighten out a misbehaving secretary, so why wouldn’t he do it again? Especially if she dropped the proper hints at the required time.

Sydney came up with her plan while she was lying in bed later that evening. Which, not surprisingly, got her extremely turned on. Before she even realized it, she found herself tumbling into an erotic spanking fantasy about her hunky boss.

As usual, she came into late work again and Max was less than pleased. She’d act as if she hadn’t done anything wrong, all the while ignoring the scowl on his face. Then, to make up for being tardy, she’d bring him a fresh cup of coffee, only to “accidentally” knock over the mug, spilling the hot brew all over his desk calendar.

Sydney leaned back against the pillows, smiling to herself as she imagined the scene unfolding.

Max would be absolutely furious with her, while she would be oh-so-apologetic, even offering to get some paper towels to clean up the mess. But her boss would have none of it. Instead, he’d take her by the arm and bend her over the desk, telling her she was going to get a very hard spanking for being so clumsy.

Naturally, she’d protest. But Max would ignore it, holding her firmly in place with a strong hand while he gave her a hard smack on the ass. That smack would be followed by another, and another, and another, until she was squirming so much that her already extremely short skirt would ride up even higher, revealing the barest glimpse of the stockings and garters she was wearing underneath. Okay, so it wasn’t exactly traditional business attire, but this was a fantasy.

One that had her pussy dripping with excitement. Wetting her fingertips, Sydney slid her hand down the front of her panties and found her throbbing clit. Letting out a little sigh of pleasure, she made slow circles round and round the sensitive nub.

In her fantasy, Max pushed her skirt up over her hips to reveal the skimpy black panties and garter belt. Would he be surprised to find her wearing such sexy lingerie? Maybe. But he’d only grunt in satisfaction as she caressed her panty-covered bottom. The image was so vivid, she could almost feel his strong hand squeezing her ass.

The fingers on her clit quickened of their own accord, and Sydney forced herself to slow down. She had a whole lot of spanking to fantasize about yet. There was no need to rush.

In her mind, Max was spanking her again, his hand coming down hard on the seat of her panties. Would a spanking over her panties feel much different than it had over her skirt? She didn’t think a pair of panties would offer much protection. Or at least they didn’t in her fantasy. In her mind, her bottom stung quite nicely.