Anna's Contract (3 page)

I wet my panties when the Nuns spanked me, and Sister Mary told everyone to hit me harder to teach me a lesson. What if I get wet here with my boss’s boss hitting me?

Anna would never be able to look at him again if she stained his perfectly pressed trousers.

Her dress rode high above her knees, and her skin tingled where he touched her. Anna’s heart raced. Caden Morning was the stern, old-fashioned, distinguished, and gray around the ears older man type Anna often fantasized about. His wealth and power didn’t hurt her attraction to him, either.

He leaned forward and began to unbutton her blouse. He pushed back the suspenders of her black pencil skirt, and uncovered her shoulders. The breeze from the air conditioner ran like feathers down her back.

“Give me a kiss,” he said.

Maybe if she kissed him, Caden Morning wouldn’t spank her. She leaned forward, reaching for him with her lips, pushing them out.

He eased the lacy cups of her bra aside and her breasts bounced into the light.

Caden Morning’s lips crushed hers and his tongue thrust between her lips. She opened her mouth and let him inside. Caden’s fingers pinched her left nipple, making her exhale.

“Do you like me?” she asked, hoping he did. She had a brief vision of him helping her put her clothes back on and taking her out for a nice dinner.

“I do like you. But that doesn’t make me not want to punish you. The sweeter you are, the nicer and more willing, the more you make me want to whip you and make you cry. But we have plenty of time, I’ve sent Miss Tolling home for the day and cleared my schedule. We can work late tonight on your discipline problem.”

He sat back and patted his pin striped pants.

“Now, do as I said, over my lap.”

Just say the words, “I quit,” and she could leave. But she could never pay back the money she owed Darco. It would be hell to find a new job when any prospective employer would want to know why she left her last one. Also, if Darco pressed charges, she’d have a record and it would ruin her credit. Any job worth having would check her background and reject her.

I’ll be stuck maybe working late shifts at a greasy burger joint and not be able to keep my nice apartment. My spacious and comfortable tub.
My kitten.

Her poor mother would have to cancel her in-home care, and they’d have to move in together. She wouldn’t be able to send any more checks to her little sister Jane, working at her orphanage in Chile. And there would be no more lunchtime lattes for a long time.

Anna pushed herself up on his strong legs, firm as tree trunks.

“Yes, sir,”

Her cheek brushed the soft leather, and for a moment, she recoiled.
How many people have sat here where my face is now?

Wait, the new janitor gal cleans the couch every day with her special jar of leather dressing. Something made from mink oil and lemons. Tolling bragged about the cleanliness of the sofa since the former Hilton maid started cleaning the management offices.

The leather should be cootie free.

Mr. Morning pulled her pencil skirt to her knees and she relaxed, her cheek sinking into the cushion.

Director Morning ran his warm hands over her bottom, squeezing and lifting her cheeks. He rubbed her thighs lightly and his fingers, now gentle, ran down to the space between them.

He owned all the power. He could play with her and spank her here, in Miss Tolling’s office. Anna couldn’t quit. She made a firm resolution this very morning to stop running away from life’s hard knocks.

I picked a great day to make that decision.

Her life had been tough. No china plates, no silver candlesticks. Anna’s mother, Patti, dragged her and her sister from one dead-end town to another. From one man to another. Each one, Mr. Right Now. Many nights when her mother needed to scrounge a meal and a place to stay for the girls.

Her mother did find her good Catholic Schools and they gave Anna free tuition because of her poverty. But the Nuns rode Anna hard
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letting her know that in exchange for her education, she would have to perform labor and chores the paying girls never heard of.

Some of the men had been rough, but her mother kept seeking and searching until she found Doctor Patrick and finally, stability.

Then the good doctor went and got busted for prescription pill abuse and killed himself, and old Patti lost it and walked in front of a bus. Now she needed in-home care. Expensive in-home care.

There were free institutions that would take the woman, but Anna couldn’t let her fade away in one of the places where people rotted with infrequent care and terrible conditions, despite the fact that she called her Patti, not Mom.

I spent too many of the old gal’s first dates pretending to be the daughter of a friend or a niece to call her Mom.

Still, despite her faults and occasional suicidal tantrums, her mother deserved better than to spend her last days just a number in a short-staffed subsidized care-home.

So Anna paid the bills, even when it meant she’d end up with a zero balance in her account the day after her paycheck cleared.

The extra dollars from Darco showed up like a blessing from heaven, and Anna did not let herself think about reporting it and ‘fixing’ the problem.

She deserved this. Not reporting the money to her supervisor, she knew that was wrong. Every time she went for her morning coffee and splurged on a sweet new flavor instead of sticking with inexpensive house blend, she sinned.

Now she would be able to work off her guilt.

Caden Morning placed his hand between her legs and pressed down, holding her in place.

“This afternoon, I’m going to punish you, Anna. I’m going to beat you for your behavior. I will space out the whippings with some moments between them. We’ll talk about your misbehavior, your honesty problem. You’ll anticipate the next discipline session while we talk. A natural effect of physical discipline is that your body will become accustomed to the pain. Therefore, to maintain maximum effectiveness, the punishments will increase in severity. We’ll discuss the punitive merits of the tools I’ve brought along with me, and I’ll decide which one to use next.”

Mr. Morning wiggled his fingers, brushing them against her sex. She moaned, pressing back into his touch.

“I expect you to be obedient to my commands, and cooperate in your punishment. You know you deserve this.”

Caden used the fingers of his other hand to rub her breasts, which hung on the other side of his lap, her nipples just brushing the couch. He wrapped his fingers around her left one and squeezed, making her gasp. Then he moved his digit around in circles, teasing her nubbin on the supple leather surface. Every bump on the textured cow skin shot spikes of fire from her nips, which then ran down between her legs, where each one turned into a new drop of nectar and added to the multitude soaking the lacy front of her thong.

“Are you going to spank me?”

“No, Anna. A spanking is delivered with the bare hand. With the punishment you have coming, my hand would soon get sore. Instead, I’ll use implements designed for the task.”

Caught off guard by the sudden harshness of his voice, Anna wailed, “What’s wrong with you? You are some kind of messed up rough beast to want to hit me after making me feel so good.”

“I am, Anna. I’m nefarious. And I’m your boss. Do you want to quit?”

seven

Years ago, Anna liked to wander in the forested park near her college, and one balmy summer day, the grassy common area had been taken for a beer festival, with dozens of local micro-brewers serving samples and bands playing acoustic music. After trying a handful of different beers, Anna sauntered into the woods, taking one slightly worn trail after another until she heard giggling from the other side of a small stand of dense fir trees.

She’d ducked under their low branches and stumbled into a diminutive field full of green grass. Three girls were playing there and they didn’t see her at first.

Two of the girls knelt on the grass holding down a third girl who lay flat on her stomach. They were dressed in the expensive ripped jeans one buys already worn, and their hair sparkled in the sun. The two on their knees were blond, one in a green shirt and the other in red. The girl they held underneath them had dark hair. Instead of acidified jeans, she wore a bright patterned peasant dress. Or half wore it, as it was lifted up to her back, exposing a scarlet lace thong.

The two blonds stopped and stared at Anna for a moment when she appeared through the trees. No doubt, they planned for the crowd to be busy the free beer and tunes, and expected no one would stumble off silent and alone and find their party.

Anna just stared back.

Seeing Anna was by herself, deciding she must be harmless, the girls returned to their delighted slapping of their captive’s bare behind.

If anything, the trio seemed to become more excited by Anna’s presence. Their laughter crashed in her ears. Anna just stared, unable to move. The girl closest to Anna locked eyes with Anna, and with a flourish, pulled the brunette’s thong to the girl’s knees and grasped it there with one hand as if she were binding her friend in place.

The green-shirted blond had bright blue eyes and her lips curved beneath them, inviting Anna to watch and perhaps to take part as she rubbed her spanking hand over the naked beauties at her command.

Red-shirt had brown eyes, and she smacked her hand down. Blue Eyes followed with her fingers wiggling, so that a spank followed each gentle caress seconds later.

Anna gasped at the beauty of the dark haired girl’s peach-like posterior, and thrilled as the soft white globes shook and turned red. The memory of the girl’s perfect skin, her round shapes, and the delightful, deep, and inviting canyon between them, would haunt Anna’s nights.

Then the young woman being spanked raised her head and herself caught Anna’s eye, and she had long black lashes over darker eyes than her friend. Her lips were full and curled in an expression of lust. The brunette victim took her punishing with apparent joy. The brunette’s sweet predicament, and her enjoyment of it, caused Anna’s pussy to leak into her panties.

Blue eyes then stopped her stroking of the glorious mounds and pulled the girl’s dress higher, drooping it over Dark-Hair’s head. Now Anna could see the gentle hills of the brunette’s ass rolling into the taut young muscles of her back. Letting go of the now twisted thong, Blue Eyes grabbed handfuls of perfect skin and her muscles rippled as she kneaded her friend’s flesh. She regarded Anna with eyes lidded with sensuality, and said, “You’d like to have this done to you, I bet. You’d like to be spanked and played with like this, wouldn’t you?”

Anna turned and raced back to the safety of the beer and music as if pursued by wild, rabid dogs rather than the delighted giggles of girls her own age enjoying some kinky play time in the park.

eight

“Just say the word and I’ll stop,” Mr. Morning’s stern voice broke into her reverie and she cursed herself. Why was she replaying rusty memories while lying over her boss’s lap with her own shining hills on display?

“I can’t afford to quit, and you know it.”
You bastard.

“So it’s all about not quitting, is it? How about this? I’ll pay the money back for you, if you quit. You’ll get unemployment and I’ll even give you a good reference. But you will have to get dressed and leave the building now, and I’ll never talk to you again. Do you want to quit?”

When he fondled her with softness, his touch was sweet, and she had wanted both spanks and caresses from someone besides a nun since that day in the park. Besides, she wasn’t sure he could grant the gift he offered. Anna signed a contract. Miss Tolling could follow up with the legal claims, even if Caden refused to.

Caden Morning’s hand kept stroking her skin, moving from the small of her back down to the crease where he legs met her torso, then along the sensitive skin on the back of her thigh. Then back up again. His voice and touch soothed her. At the moment, Anna would do anything to stay a minute longer in his presence.

“The founders of this company feel quite strongly that corporal punishment is both beneficial and harmless. It requires less paperwork than docking pay and generates less upheaval than moving people from one position to another because of mistakes they make.”

He kept his hand moving with soothing strokes. The room warmed and a dense and musky scent wafted through the air.

“Some will say that punishment works for children and not adults. However, our research shows the opposite. Treating junior employees like children increases their productivity and reduces their stress level. Our legal department makes sure it is all in accordance with the court rulings on corporate religious freedom and flexibility in worker discipline over the last decades.”

Under the wash of his well-composed words and stroking hand, expectant tingles rose all over her backside.

What? This isn’t like me. Sure, I was aroused by the girls in the park and I’ve tried to figure out why since then. And there was the dripping that I did under Sister Mary’s hand when she beat me at school. But all that can’t mean I like this sort of thing.

Could it? Or is it a side effect of the new pill?