particular.
To be blunt, if people will read spanking magazines in their office it rather behoves them to lock their desk drawer. True, most junior colleagues, arriving early for meetings, are not in the habit of rifling personal possessions, but ambition can be a terrible thing.
What a capricious, almost Shakespearian twist of fate that the subject of Mr Jamesâs fascination should be an enthusiasm Carly shared. For as we already know, nothing so quickly got her in the mood than, as she so poetically phrased it, a well smacked bum. Carly didnât bother wasting money on therapy to discover why, to her enjoyment was its own reward and it evoked no feelings of shame. Her previous boyfriend had shown a particular flare for spanking, making sure to intersperse the slaps with teasing caresses of her most intimate parts.
Sadly, ruthlessly, sheâd had to let him go, as a humble garage mechanic, good-looking and likeable though he was, had no place in Carlyâs master plan. She was more than prepared to earn money by her own efforts, painstakingly climbing the professional hierarchy with wits and application, but marrying into money was a parallel track to success and prudent insurance into the bargain. Blissfully unaware of the fact just yet, Mr James was her intended target and like the proverbial Mountie, Carly had a scheme to get her man.
Today, by coincidence Robâs birthday - and little more than a mile away across town proving a watershed for Julie - was the designated moment. Make or break time, if all went well, the stepping-stone to a whole new life for Carly. If not, then total failure and right back to the beginning.
âMr James would like to see you in his office,â announced the cultured voice of his PA, Ms Smith, from the end of a phone line.
âPlease tell him Iâm on my way, thank you,â replied Carly, trying to suppress a tremor of nervousness.
Despite having spent the last six weeks engineering just such an encounter, Carly was scared. Managerial meetings considered likely to involve âunpleasantnessâ such as disciplinary procedures or even, although rarely, dismissal, were always arranged for the last appointment of the day. Miscreants were discreetly ushered into the MDâs palatial office by Ms Smith who would then, circumspectly, go home, thus saving possible embarrassment for all concerned. From Julieâs particular point of view the arrangements couldnât be more perfect - no witnesses and no interruptions.
âAh, Ms Dowson, do please come in.â
Heart thumping, tummy in, chest out, shoulders back, Carly walked slowly across the carpet, coming to a halt in front of a large oak desk, behind which calmly sat the object of her unrequited desire.
There was no polite invitation to sit; Young Mr James was clearly cross. God, he looked more toothsome than ever today. There was something about a man in a suit⦠Carly realised he was already into the point of the summons, and decided sheâd better concentrate on what he was saying.
ââ¦Shocked and appalled to discover a quite dreadful mistake which could quite easily have cost us a major foreign customer of many yearsâ standingâ¦â
Well of course he discovered the cock-up, thought Carly. She made sure he would, and took great care to be certain there was still ample time to rectify the problem.
ââ¦Fortunately managed to remedy the situation before it was too lateâ¦â
She mentally patted herself on the back for such good planning.
ââ¦If my father were here, goodness knowsâ¦â
But he wasnât, was he? Because Carly set it all up deliberately for when she knew heâd be on his regular annual two week Caribbean holiday, and since the two were sensibly never absent at the same time Young Mr James would be holding the fort.
ââ¦Really cannot see that you now have any future with this companyâ¦â
Hang on, the plan
To be blunt, if people will read spanking magazines in their office it rather behoves them to lock their desk drawer. True, most junior colleagues, arriving early for meetings, are not in the habit of rifling personal possessions, but ambition can be a terrible thing.
What a capricious, almost Shakespearian twist of fate that the subject of Mr Jamesâs fascination should be an enthusiasm Carly shared. For as we already know, nothing so quickly got her in the mood than, as she so poetically phrased it, a well smacked bum. Carly didnât bother wasting money on therapy to discover why, to her enjoyment was its own reward and it evoked no feelings of shame. Her previous boyfriend had shown a particular flare for spanking, making sure to intersperse the slaps with teasing caresses of her most intimate parts.
Sadly, ruthlessly, sheâd had to let him go, as a humble garage mechanic, good-looking and likeable though he was, had no place in Carlyâs master plan. She was more than prepared to earn money by her own efforts, painstakingly climbing the professional hierarchy with wits and application, but marrying into money was a parallel track to success and prudent insurance into the bargain. Blissfully unaware of the fact just yet, Mr James was her intended target and like the proverbial Mountie, Carly had a scheme to get her man.
Today, by coincidence Robâs birthday - and little more than a mile away across town proving a watershed for Julie - was the designated moment. Make or break time, if all went well, the stepping-stone to a whole new life for Carly. If not, then total failure and right back to the beginning.
âMr James would like to see you in his office,â announced the cultured voice of his PA, Ms Smith, from the end of a phone line.
âPlease tell him Iâm on my way, thank you,â replied Carly, trying to suppress a tremor of nervousness.
Despite having spent the last six weeks engineering just such an encounter, Carly was scared. Managerial meetings considered likely to involve âunpleasantnessâ such as disciplinary procedures or even, although rarely, dismissal, were always arranged for the last appointment of the day. Miscreants were discreetly ushered into the MDâs palatial office by Ms Smith who would then, circumspectly, go home, thus saving possible embarrassment for all concerned. From Julieâs particular point of view the arrangements couldnât be more perfect - no witnesses and no interruptions.
âAh, Ms Dowson, do please come in.â
Heart thumping, tummy in, chest out, shoulders back, Carly walked slowly across the carpet, coming to a halt in front of a large oak desk, behind which calmly sat the object of her unrequited desire.
There was no polite invitation to sit; Young Mr James was clearly cross. God, he looked more toothsome than ever today. There was something about a man in a suit⦠Carly realised he was already into the point of the summons, and decided sheâd better concentrate on what he was saying.
ââ¦Shocked and appalled to discover a quite dreadful mistake which could quite easily have cost us a major foreign customer of many yearsâ standingâ¦â
Well of course he discovered the cock-up, thought Carly. She made sure he would, and took great care to be certain there was still ample time to rectify the problem.
ââ¦Fortunately managed to remedy the situation before it was too lateâ¦â
She mentally patted herself on the back for such good planning.
ââ¦If my father were here, goodness knowsâ¦â
But he wasnât, was he? Because Carly set it all up deliberately for when she knew heâd be on his regular annual two week Caribbean holiday, and since the two were sensibly never absent at the same time Young Mr James would be holding the fort.
ââ¦Really cannot see that you now have any future with this companyâ¦â
Hang on, the plan
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