Maid for Spanking (4 page)

Colleen shook her head.
Kristy, Mia and Lauren would be so disappointed. Steven Hughes wasn’t a super
spy—he was a computer programmer.

Well, damn. She hadn’t
expected that. Hughes was nothing like the guys in the nerd herd she was used
to working with. She tried to imagine him hunched over a keyboard, but couldn’t
quite picture it. And what the heck was with the cloak-and-dagger routine?

Colleen studied the lines of
computer code. Since pretty much everything in the programming world was
written in C++, it took her a moment to figure out the code was for a video
game.

Like most games, the program was
complex, and though she hated to admit it, damn creative. From what she could
tell, it looked like
Call of Duty
meets
World of Warcraft
with a few
zombies tossed in for good measure. There were a few mistakes in the code here
and there, but overall, it was pretty clean. She wasn’t a die-hard gamer, but
this one looked like it’d be fun to play.

“What the hell are you doing
in here?”

Colleen whirled around. Hughes
stood in the doorway, a pissed-off look on his handsome face.

Crap.

“I-I’m sorry, Mr. Hughes,”
she stammered. “I thought I heard a noise in here and came to check it out.”

Okay, that sounded lame. From
the way his brows drew together, he clearly must have thought so, too.

“That’s bullshit.” Hughes
strode into the room. “You were in here snooping around.”

“I was not snooping.” Well,
maybe a little bit. “Look, I was just curious, that’s all. I’m sorry, okay?
I’ll leave.”

Colleen tried to brush past
him, but Hughes caught her arm. His blue eyes glinted. “Not so fast. I warned
you not to come in here, and you deliberately did it anyway. You don’t think
you can just walk out of here after doing something like that, do you?”

Her pulse began to pound. If
he gave her a few smacks on the ass for making too much noise while he worked,
there was no telling how hard he’d spank her for sneaking into his secret room.

“You’re insane if you think
I’m going to let you spank me again,” she told him.

For one long moment, Hughes
stood towering over her while she glared up at him defiantly.
Then his mouth quirked.

“Actually,” he drawled. “I
was just going to toss you out and call the cleaning company to have you
replaced. But, now that you mention it, I think a spanking would be more
effective.”

“Don’t you dare!
”

But Hughes wasn’t listening.
Taking a seat on the closest chair, he gave her arm a tug that sent her
sprawling over his knee.

Colleen lay there stunned,
her hair hanging down to the floor, her ass up in the air. Being bent over the
back of the couch had been embarrassing enough, but this position was
humiliating. And to make it worse, she’d worn shorts today instead of jeans.

Face red, she beat at his
muscular leg with her fist. “Let me up, dammit.”

But Hughes only tightened his
hold on her. “Not until you learn your lesson.”

What was she, a child? “I
already said I was sorry. What more do you want?”

“For a start? A sincere
apology.”

Did he have any idea how hard
it was to have a conversation while she was draped over his lap? She looked
over her shoulder at him. “I don’t know what the big deal is. So, you’re
designing a video game. Big deal. It’s not like I’m going to post it on Facebook.”

“Good to know. But you’re
still getting a spanking.”

She opened her mouth to tell
him what a bastard he was, but the only thing that came out was a squeal as his
hand connected with her ass. Ouch!

“I’m going to—
owwww
!—
report
you for this!”

“Go ahead. And I’ll tell them
how I found you snooping around my house.”

He punctuated the words with
a flurry of hard smack that made her yelp. She’d thought the spanking he’d
given her over her jeans had stung, but that was nothing compared this. She had
no idea he was so strong.
Or that his hands were so big.

“I’m sorry, okay?” she said.

“That sounded a little more
genuine,” he said, but it didn’t stop him from giving her another smack.

“Owwww!”
she cried. “Then let me up, you jerk!”

“Not yet.” He gave her
several more sharp smacks on each cheek. “If you expect me to give you free
roam of my house, I have to be able to trust that you stick to cleaning won’t
go snooping around in places you shouldn’t.”

Colleen opened her mouth to
tell him she had no intention of coming back to clean his damn house, only to squeal
as he brought his hand down her upturned ass. He moved back and forth from one
side to the other, peppering her entire bottom with hard spanks until she
thought her ass
was
on fire. It was even worse when
his hand connected with the bit of skin left exposed where her shorts had
ridden up from all her squirming. If it didn’t sting so much, she’d be
mortified.

“Stop, please!” she begged,
then quickly added, “I swear I’ll never come in this room again!”

Colleen didn’t know if it was
the entreaty in her voice that made Hughes give in to her request, or whether
he finally believed her, but right then she didn’t care. All that mattered was
that he wasn’t spanking her anymore.

A moment later, she found
herself on her feet in front of him. Colleen glared down at him as she reached
back to cup her throbbing ass cheeks. He might look mild mannered in those sexy
glasses, but he was a complete brute.

“I meant what I said.” He got
to his feet, forcing her to look up at him. “I don’t want you coming back in
this room again.”

God, he was arrogant. “Why
would I? There’s nothing in here to see except the stupid video game you’re
designing. And I’m here to tell you—it’s not all that. I mean, sure it
could be, if it wasn’t so screwed up.”

His eyes narrowed.
“What do you mean, screwed up?”

Colleen didn’t know why she
even cared. She pointed at a string of code on the monitor closest to them.

“See that line there? There
are so many errors in it that it’ll probably lock up the game when you try to
run it. And this one here,” she gestured to another string of code. “Unless you
really intend for your hero to have baby blue combat boots, you might want to
change it.
 
But hey, I’m just the
maid. What would I know?”

Giving him a smug look,
Colleen turned and walked out, still rubbing her ass cheeks.

Chapter Three

Steve’s first thought was to
go after Colleen and ask how she’d known there were errors in his game code.
But by the time he recovered from the shock of discovering his maid could read
C++ computer language, she’d gotten in her company minivan and sped out of the
driveway.

Shit
.

He walked back into his
computer room and stare at the monitors. As much as he hated to admit it, he sucked
at writing code. Well, not coming up with it, but the minutiae that came with
it. He could come up with cool creatures, create kickass action sequences, even
develop creative storylines to support the games, but when it came to typing,
his head moved faster than his fingers. Always had. Which was he was also crappy
at proofreading. Clearly, Colleen didn’t have that problem.

What the hell was he saying?
If she
was
any good at programming, she wouldn’t be working
as a maid.

Unless she
was spying for that son of a bitch Ed Fulton.
Hiring someone to steal his new video
game was exactly something his former business partner would do. And what
better thief than a sexy blonde with legs that seemed to go on for miles? Yeah,
Steve had noticed. She’d been kicking her legs so much while he spanked her,
how could he not?

Groaning, he took off his
glasses and tossed them on the desk so he could pinch the bridge of his nose
between his thumb and forefinger. Spanking Colleen once had been beyond stupid,
but doing it again had been a real bonehead move. He honestly hadn’t intended
to do it. He was simply going to call the cleaning company and report her. But
after she’d suggested it, he couldn’t get her over his knee fast enough.

What the hell was it about
her that made him lose all reason? As furious as he’d been to find Colleen in
here, part of him had actually been secretly thrilled she’d given him an excuse
to spank her again. Having her draped over his knee with her long legs
outstretched and her tight little ass high in the air while he carried on a
conversation with her had been hard as hell. He’d been this close from running
his hand up the back of her legs and caressing her derriere. His cock went hard
at the memory.

Ignoring his hard-on, he put
on his glasses and focused on the computer monitor in front of him.
Unfortunately, there was no way to tell if Colleen had downloaded anything. And
short of frisking her, there was no way to know if she’d had a flash drive on
her. That mental image had him stiff as a freaking board again, and he groaned.

Ah, hell.

Maybe he was being paranoid.
Maybe Colleen was exactly what she appeared to be—a maid. But as Steve
looked at the error in the string of code she’d pointed out—damn, the
hero
was
wearing baby blue combat
boots—he knew something about that just didn’t add up. When she came
tomorrow, he was going to confront her about it. And this time, he wasn’t going
to spank her, no matter how much he might want to.

* * * * *

Colleen was surprised at how
understanding Brenda had been when she’d explained she couldn’t work for Steven
Hughes anymore. Colleen was afraid she might have to tell her boss about the
spanking—that would have been beyond humiliating—but after hearing she
and Hughes had rubbed each other the wrong way and that it had resulted in an
argument, Brenda agreed it would be better if someone else cleaned his house.

That someone else turned out
to be Kristy, poor girl. Colleen wondered if she should warn her friend about
Hughes’ apparent newfound proclivity for putting the maids who worked for him
over his knee, but decided against it. All the other maids had worked for him
before, including Kristy, and none of them had ever had a problem with him.
Colleen wondered what the heck made her so special.

She sighed as she picked up a
delicate figurine of a ballerina and carefully wiped it with a damp cloth.
She’d been assigned to a nice older couple with a house ten times too big for
them. They didn’t use most of the rooms, but the ones they did were filled with
more knickknacks than she’d ever seen.
Quite a change from
Steven Hughes’ home.

Against her will, her
thoughts strayed back to yesterday afternoon when he’d found her in his computer
room. The memory of being over his knee was so vivid she actually blushed. Almost
absently, she reached back to rub her ass through her shorts. She still
couldn’t believe how much her derriere had stung from that spanking. She’d
fidgeted so much in the seat on the way back to the cleaning company she could
barely drive. She didn’t even want to think about how much more it would have stung
if he had spanked her on the bare bottom.

Her color deepened. Where in
the world had that thought come from?

She hastily reached out to
run her cloth over the built-in bookcase beside the fireplace, and knocked over
the potted plant on the shelf. Dirt spilled everywhere, including on the plush
white carpet. Thank God the owners weren’t home to see the mess.

“Dammit.”

Kneeling down, she quickly
scooped the dirt back into the
flower pot
. If she’d
done this in Steven Hughes’ house, he would have put her over his knee for
sure. The thought of another spanking made her pulse skip a beat, and she
hurriedly banished the image from her mind.

Or tried to, anyway.

But the more she tried not to
think about it, the more vivid it became. In her mind, she pictured Hughes
striding into the room to tower over her, his blue eyes glinting as he reached
for her arm and hauled her to her feet. She would try to hang back, but it
would be useless. He was much stronger than she was. In moments, she would be
face down over his knee with her bottom sticking up in the air.

Kneeling there in the
pristine living room, Colleen could almost feel Hughes’ strong hand smacking
against her ass cheeks as he scolded her for not paying attention to what she’d
been doing. Over and over his hand would come down, first on one cheek, then
the other until she was squirming and kicking in protest. She would plead with
him to stop, first cursing him,
then
bargaining with
him.

But she knew he wouldn’t stop
until he was sure she’d learned her lesson. In fact, he’d spank her even
harder. Her entire bottom would be blazing with heat. Even then, he probably
wouldn’t be convinced she’d been punished enough. Before she realized what he
was doing, he’d yank down her shorts and panties and start in on her bare ass.