The Bossman by Renee Rose

times over the past week and every time her traitorous heart picked up speed.
    “Hey, baby. How was your day?”
    She felt suddenly breathless, instantly turned on again remembering where her thoughts had been. “It was great. I, uh, ordered some toys.”
    “Oh yeah?”
    Her heart beat like the wings of a little bird. “Yeah. For you to spank me with.” Her voice had grown small.
    “Mmm. I will look forward to that.”
    “Joey?”
    “Yeah?”
    “Who else have you spanked?”
    He was quiet long enough that she thought he wasn’t going to answer.
    “I mean, I’m just curious.” She was more than curious. She hungered for every last dirty detail. “Will you tell me about one?” she coaxed. “Maybe your first?”
    A low laugh told her Joey had caught on. Of all the men she’d ever dated, he was certainly the quickest on the uptake. Or maybe he just got her.
    “It was at the club.”
    The club. She knew he ran a strip club, but hadn’t wanted to know about it and had studiously avoided asking when he’d mentioned work. The thought disgusted her. Now she was intrigued. She sprawled back on her bed, letting her fingers wander between her legs.
    “What happened?”
    “It was years ago--I was pretty young. One of the girls was caught stealing from some of the other girls’ purses. Sammy hauled her into my office.”
    She listened, breath quickened, thighs squeezing together over her hand.
    “Sammy asked me what he ought to do with her. We both were sort of stymied. If she were a guy, he would’ve broken a few fingers without even asking me what I thought. But she was a girl, and you don’t do that.”
    “‘Should I bust the windows in her car?’ Sammy asks. That didn’t seem like such a great idea, considering she was probably stealing because she needed the money, and it would just make her more desperate. She wasn’t a bad employee, you know. But we couldn’t let it go unpunished. So then I had this idea. ‘Bend over my desk and pull up your skirt,’ I told her. She was already crying because she thought Sammy was going to rip her fingernails off, so she did what she was told. Sammy catches on and takes off his belt. I give him a nod and he starts spanking her. He’s not very good at it. Not that I’d ever had any practice, but even sitting behind the desk, I can tell he’s just hitting the same side over and over again and ignoring the other cheek.”
    She held the phone away from her face so he couldn’t hear her breath, which had turn to panting as she neared orgasm. Her fingers worked her clit, rubbing and undulating as she imagined the scene.
    “So I’m coaching him--‘hit both sides, no, now the other side.’ I have this sense it should go slower--I don’t know why--to give her time to really feel her predicament, I guess. So I tell him to slow down. I watch her face. Sammy is giving me looks, waiting for me to say enough. I hold up my finger. There’s a point when someone breaks. Same as beating a guy on the street, just different, because it’s a girl and they cry sooner. You wait till they stop looking stubborn, till they stop holding back. You wait till--” he broke off and she tried to swallow her gasps. “Did you just come?”
    “Yeah,” she admitted, out of breath. She gave a short bark of laughter. “Is that weird?”
    “No,” he said, his voice rough. “I just wish I were with you.”
    She pulled her hand out of her panties and pinched her own nipples through her T-shirt. “You could come over...”
    “Be right there.”
    Jesus. Something was seriously wrong with her. She should not be getting off hearing about some stripper’s punishment. Except it was seriously hot. She imagined Joey letting her watch him spank one of the girls, or being one of the girls getting spanked by Sammy with Joey watching.
    By the time Joey arrived, she was two strokes away from another orgasm. He strode into the room, looking every inch the badass he was. “I thought I told you to