had been a very rough day. I was sitting at my desk, staring
into my computer monitor, wondering just HOW I was going to
manage to schedule *both* of my current projects with the design
department so that they would be ready by deadline. So far,
no genie had popped out of my spreadsheets to tell me the answer
to that question and I was sure my eyes were turning square.
It was six o'clock and I didn't look any closer to my answers
than I was at nine this morning.
is when my Master walked into my office.
and I have an interesting arrangement because he is head of
the accounting department while I direct research and development.
This generally means that ours paths do not normally cross during
working hours, except at the end of the quarter. Although I
do keep an open-door policy for my office, it is not often I
see him walk through that door. The look on his face told me
that this was not meant to be a pleasant surprise.
first words to me, coupled by pointing to the reports in his
hand, told me I was correct in that assumption.
went over budget on the Adam's Project. How did you manage to
do that? Do you *realize* what you have done to the books on
was not ready for this. This was NOT the sort of confrontation
I needed when I had two projects staring at me accusingly from
my monitor. I turned my chair to face him, removed my glasses
and started rubbing my eyes, not even looking at him, when I
You are NOT coming into my office like this. You are NOT standing
there complaining at me about budgets that were misguided to
begin with. This is NOT happening!"
sound of a "CLICK" caused me to stop rubbing my eyes
and look up. Seeing the look on my Master's face next to the
closed door caused an entirely different set of emotions.
is hard to explain, dear reader, those emotions, but I will
try. Imagine yourself as a sky diver. Imagine that you are at
the door to
a plane, parachute on, and you have JUST stepped out. One foot
is still on the plane, the other foot is in empty air. JUST
reach the "point of no return"...that point where
you still have one foot on the plane, but there is no way you
can fail to leave said
plane, a certain, VERY important realization hits you: You forgot
to attach the cord to your parachute.
dear reader, is EXACTLY how I felt when I saw my Master's face.
There was no anger there...just a hard coldness. I knew why
that expression was there.
was not that I had argued with him. Whenever it is time to come
up with the next quarter's budgets, I argue with him. It was
because I had told HIM what he would or would not do...and I
knew better. He is NOT in my chain of command and there was
no reason for me to speak to him that way.
on the heels of this wondrous epiphany came fear. Master simply
put his papers down on my desk and unfastened the belt he always
wears. When he unfastens his belt to get ready for bed, I experience
a certain fear, as it is one of those country style belts with
the large buckle. Not a plate platter, but still of a size.
Today, it evoked sheer terror and I could not stop myself from
responding to that terror.
don't remember scrambling out of my chair, but I must have,
because the next thing I knew Master was walking around my desk,
belt in hand, and I was backing away...right up until I hit
the wall. Then I just stared at him. Master never said a word.
He stopped at my chair, put the belt on my desk, then sat down
in it and looked at me.
was when the realization hit me that I had compounded my transgression.
I also know better than to run away from punishment. This was
not a conscious thing on my part, as I *was* only reacting to
my own fear. Nor did I run far, as I have a small office, so
I was only about 5 feet away. It never occurred to me to try
and bolt for the door, not only because that WOULD be running
away, but also because there was about 6' of unpleased Master
between myself and it.
I did what my instincts dictated when faced with a situation
like this. I stood there and stared at him, paralyzed with terror.
looked at me for a moment longer then pointed to the floor at
his feet and snapped his fingers. I knew the command, I was
to come to him.
readers, although I do know this sounds extremely childish,
it was with extreme slowness that I approached my Master. I
am absolutely positive that six month old babies are capable
of taking larger steps than I did at that time. However, when
I got the
command of "Now!", I practically flew to the floor
at his feet. I couldn't dare to look up and see the look on
his face. I didn't WANT
to see the look on his face.
he patted his thighs, I did look up though, to see that expression
was just as hard as before. I knew the gestured command: that
I was to place myself across his lap. I also knew that Master
*knows* that is one of the few things I have never been able
to force myself to do, as much as I have tried. I have not been
able to figure out if it is the intimacy of such an act that
makes me incapable of accomplishing it or if it is some long-buried
childhood memory that makes my body not obey my will in this
situation. Whatever the reason, it has always been an embarrassment
to me. Such a simple act that I have not been able to do!
was no different this time as I stared at my Master's thighs
and tried to force myself to move into the required position.
My body trembling more with effort than with fear, I finally
whispered "Master, please help me."
was a sense of relief I experienced as I felt my Master's hand
grab my hair and yank me across his lap. My fear did not even
truly reassert itself, as just the horrid emotions I felt at
not being able to obey were alleviated, the thought of mere
pain paled in comparison.
raised my business skirt up to my waist and I felt his hand
on the lace strip of the garter type panty hose that I normally
wear at work. Perhaps you, dear reader, are familiar with the
type? They look like a garter belt and hose attached, but they
are all one piece of nylon. Those, with a pair of thong panties
are my normal work undergarments.
sense of relief was completely wiped away when the first strike
of the belt came down. This was not a tender warm-up for things
to come, this HURT. It was followed quickly by a second, then
third.....then it all started to feel like a rain of blows on
my ass and thighs.
I do have a rather high tolerance for pain and often pride myself
on being able, silently and without motion, to take rather strong
use. However, I was not accustomed to such an onslaught of my
body, nor such force from the very beginning. It was not too
long before I could not help myself and started trying to wriggle
away from the blows. Honestly, I did not WANT to, but I could
not help myself.
I could not bear it any longer, I tried to block the blows with
my hands. This got both of my hands caught and pinned to the
small of my back. Still, that horrid belt kept coming. When
I tried to block the blows with my feet, Master took his leg
and swung it over the joint of my knees, effectively pinning
them. I cannot be sure, but I don't think he ever missed a stroke
during the process.
was when Master spoke. Perhaps it was the timing that was so
frightening or perhaps it was the fact that his voice was soft
and controlled. it might have even been the actual words, but
it made me know that this was not close to finished.
me what I will or will not do, will you girl? Run away from
me, will you?"
this time, my ass and thighs felt like fire, and every blow
with that belt felt like a brand. I was past whimpering, I was
Master, PLEASE STOP! PLEASE STOP!"
only answer I received from him was " I am not damaging
reader, you may have to ask my Master, but I do believe that
was the last coherent words I uttered. After that, all I could
do was scream. In hindsight, I am glad it was after hours and
everyone had gone home for the day, for it is certainly not
a situation I would wish to have half the office barge in upon.
Then again, would it have been better or worse for me if Master
had decided to postpone it until we had returned home?
was not too very long before I did not even have the voice to
scream anymore. All I could do was sob and cry. I felt like
entire existence was a cadence of flame. In my mind, it had
gone on forever and would continue through eternity. I didn't
even have enough thought left to beg.
cannot tell you when or how it stopped, because it blurs for
me. All I know is that it did and somehow I wound up right side
up on Master's lap, sobbing into his chest, with his arms around
me. His voice was quiet still, but not hard.
all right now, girl, it's all over. It's all right."
was all right. I am not sure how to explain, but I think, at
that moment in time being curled up on Master's lap, sobbing
chest, with his hand gently wiping away my tears, I would not
have minded if the world ended right then. It was all right.
was sometime later, after all the tears were dried and I was
somewhere near human again, when Master reached over the desk,
took his papers and smiled down at me.