moderately heavy spankings. Sometimes she even enjoyed really hard spankings. She was open to all toys: Paddles, canes or a belt, but she preferred a hand, well applied to her firm, rounded, spectacular bottom.
At the club, Jesse had spanked and paddled Suzanne many times, and even on occasion been spanked by her. She could top with the best of them. All with James’ approval. And now, three years later they sat in James’ plush office, relaxing and talking over cups of coffee. Jesse showed James the pictures and told him about his concerns, especially his concerns about client confidentially. Then he got onto the subject of the mess.
“I tell you James,” Jesse was saying, “that girl is something else. She’s gorgeous with all the right curves, especially her tight little bottom; she’s also bright, but as snotty as hell. She acts like it’s a privilege for me to clean up after her, and she always, always, leaves a mess. Look at those pictures. She even threatened to have me fired if I didn’t like cleaning up after her.”
“You’ll have to be more specific. We have several beautiful, snotty law clerks,” James remarked with a grin. “I seem to have an affinity for hiring them. I can’t think why.”
“That’s easy,” Jesse smiled. “You just sit there in the interview and picture how much you’d like to take them over your knees and teach them a lesson or two. Bingo! They’re hired. Have you ever spanked anyone in the office?”
“You’re right of course, that’s probably it. But no, I’ve never spanked any of them. The only woman who’s been spanked in this office was Suze,” James smiled as he recalled the event. “So describe this snotty brat a little better,” he prompted.
“She’s really gorgeous, about twenty-five, with shoulder length wavy blond hair, flashing blue eyes, great figure and a curvy bottom,” Jesse smiled in remembrance.
“Janine.” James sipped his coffee then leaned his head back thinking. “Yes, I can certainly understand her appeal, and I can also see where she could be taken down a peg or two. She can be a bitch. What’s the big deal? You know better than most exactly what to do with a brat. Catch her working late one night and take her over your knees! Spank her until she sees the error of her ways.”
“Some lawyer you are.” Jesse was surprised because their spanking games were limited to willing participants. He expostulated, “That kind of advice could get me put in jail for assault!”
“With what evidence? What witnesses?” James asked quietly. “On her word alone? You know enough not to leave any marks.” “And who would she show them to anyway?” Jesse mused aloud, “Somehow I can’t see Janine calling the police over and lifting her skirt to show them her red bottom. She’d be far too embarrassed.”
“So there’s nothing to prove it but her word against yours,” James said softly.” And I’d vouch for you.”
“And there’s also your extensive videotape cameras,” Jesse responded to him, warming up the idea. “The ones you have for surveillance and to videotape evidence things in this office.”
“The camera in this office, right here, focuses on the right arm of the chair you’re sitting in, by the way. It’s in a perfect position to catch the action if someone were getting a spanking over your lap.” James commented, “But of course, you have absolutely nothing to worry about.”
“So there will be no copies of the tape?” Jesse asked softly.
“Only the one copy, which Janine will not know about, the one which will find its way into my VCR at home where I will watch it with great enjoyment along with my wife,” James smiled widely, “as she lays face down across my knees.”
“Spousal abuse,” Jesse teased, shaking his head. “Spanking your sweet wife.”
“Only if I didn’t put her over my knees once in a while. You know Suzanne.” He smiled at the very thought of his beautiful, sexy, and kinky wife, and repeated, “You really know Suzanne, hell, you’ve spanked Suzanne on many occasions. She loves it.”
Jesse, who’d had the beauteous Suzanne over his knees many times, smiled in remembrance and agreed.
Janine worked late that night. As usual she made a mess, leaving coffee rings on the conference table and tobacco ashes in a coffee cup, even though it was a non-smoking building. Crumpled paper was strewn everywhere except the trash can, and streaks of whiteout were on the telephone. Her desk, the small kitchen and the ladies room all showed similar signs of abuse.
Jesse was ready for her. He’d sent his crew down to another floor of the building and waited outside the law library. He walked in and caught her wadding up her notes and throwing them on the floor.
“That’s it!” Jesse was adamant. “You lady, are a slob, a snob and a spoiled brat. You will come with me right now and I will give you a spanking!”
“I won’t!” Janine’s eyes flashed blue fire and her chin was high. Little did she know that she had never looked better. There was a trace of uncertainty in her tone, however. “You can’t.”
“You will cooperate with me or else I’ll spank you on your bare bottom instead of over your skirt, and I will make sure it hurts much more,” Jesse was firm, implacable. “And I can do it, believe me.”
He took her arm firmly and led her down the hall without loosening his grip, then opened James’ office and led her over to the chair. Still holding her arm, he sat down and pulled her over his knees.
“Stop struggling or its bare bottom time,” he threatened harshly. “And remember, it will hurt more.” He flipped a switch on the table near his elbow.
He began to spank her firmly but not too hard; she squirmed and yelled at him, cursing and kicking, reacting more from anger and indignation than pain. Gradually, the slaps came faster and harder. She kicked harder still and squirmed more, and continued to curse at him but he ignored her until she tried to put her hand over her bottom. He pulled her hand away and landed six sharp slaps right on the spot she was trying to protect. “No!” Finally, he let her up.
“I’ll have you arrested,” she shouted, rubbing her behind. “Creep!”
“Call the cops,” Jesse smiled. “By the time they come it won’t even be red. Besides,” he grinned, “do you want to explain this to a cop and show him your bare bottom? I’m sure he’d enjoy it.”
“I’ll sue then.” Her voice was quieter, sounding less certain.
“Again, where’s your proof?” he asked calmly.
“I’ll tell my boss and get you fired.” She was on her last threat and they both knew it.
“Do it. Tell your boss. Go ahead and get me fired,” he challenged, and then taunted her by asking, “Do you think it’s a thrill to clean up after someone like you. A nose in the air snob who’s also a slob?”
“I’m not like that. I’m not that bad.” She thrust out her chin combatively but sounded uncertain.
“No lady, you’re worse.” He stalked out of James’ office leaving her behind without even so much as a backward glance.
The next day, Janine steamed and stewed all day. Finally, she gathered her nerve and went into James’ office. She was both angry and shy as she told him how
