Bottomline Blues

Chapter Two

Chapter Two

Samantha slammed the phone on its cradle. Two minutes later, her door opened.

“What’s the matter?” Joel was on her quickly, his dark eyes flashing.

She had the strangest tickling sensation in her tummy. “Nothing,” she answered.

“It didn’t sound like nothing.”

“I swear it was. Now leave me be,” she snapped.

“A little temperamental, are we?”

“Of course I’m temperamental. It’s the way I am!”

“If I didn’t know better, I’d think you want to get spanked.”

“That is the furthest thing from my mind,” she seethed.

“Then prove it to me.”

“I don’t have to prove anything to meddling bastards.”

“Oh, my.” He could feel the energy building between them—the fire in her eyes was precious, everything he looked for in a woman to tame. She had it—all the qualities he was seeking, and it looked as though the timing had finally fallen into place for their first go around. For three days, they’d averted a battle, but now the tiger in her had been awakened.

“What are you looking at?” she glared his way, her nostrils flaring.

“You, Samantha,” he glared right back. His right hand twitched, his body full of purpose and desire. “I probably should have done this the first day we met, just to get it over with, but I let your bad attitude slide given the shock you had to absorb. Not this time.”

“What do you mean, not this time?”

“I mean its time you went over my lap and had that bottom spanked.”

“You will not! You have no reason!”

“I have all the reason I need. Carte blanche from your daddy, and every bit of provocation. You’ve been bossy, mean-spirited and aloof to me ever since I started here and I don’t particularly like being treated like a second class citizen.”

“Don’t you dare!” she warned, in as threatening as voice as she could use.

He had no reply, but moved swiftly around the desk, sat down in her chair, and jerked her over his lap. Raising her skirt over her bottom, he gazed at two of the loveliest, roundest ass cheeks he’s seen in many months. Even covered in pantyhose and panties, they quivered delightfully. With a quick yank of her underwear, however, he bared them for spanking. It didn’t make sense to spank a woman over her clothes, no matter how scant they might be. It just wouldn’t be the same, the shock, or the effect. As Samantha’s numbed responses were coming to life, he had to hold her fast to him, anchoring her body with his left arm, while his right hand proceeded to smack her bottom. He laid on a dozen fast spanks, which instantly turned the pale cheeks red.

“Ouch! You get your hands off me!” she roared, trying to tear herself away from his steely grasp. She jerked with all her might, but her protest didn’t do squat. He only spanked her harder, in the very same place he had before. The sting was frightening, and her angry protest got louder.

“I guess you want Ms. LaPine to know what’s happening,” Joel barked over her squeals and whines.

She hushed immediately, using a hot, breathy whisper to raise her next objections. “Stop it now!”

“Only if you behave yourself,” he said, while continuing with the heated confrontation. His hand had already begun to sting, which made him regret that he hadn’t brought the paddle with him. Still, he kept up a brisk pace, covering her bouncing mounds from top to bottom.

“Okay. All right! I’ll behave!” she finally cried. She was embarrassed, hurting and feeling very strange.

“Behave how?” he asked, while delivering a few more swats.

“I’ll be nice, I promise.”

As she spoke, he could actually feel her body relent, her feisty mood giving way to a calmer state of mind. Knowing this was a good place to end a first session, Joel stopped and pushed her to her feet.

She looked a little bewildered and bedraggled, but a good deal calmer.

“I can’t believe…” she couldn’t find the words, and at least for the moment, it seemed as though her anger had disappeared. Her entire being had changed. “I think I’d like you to go now,” she said quietly. “There are some things I should get back to.”

“You’re a lot more peaceful, Samantha.”

“Yes, well, that took a lot out of me, but I don’t particularly want to talk about it.”

“Fair enough. Just remember, next time though, I will have the paddle ready.”

“Perhaps there won’t be a next time,” she offered.

“I certainly hope not.” He was, of course, lying. He hoped there would be many more times with her jiggling rear over his lap. This new job was not too hard to take, when the main objective was keeping a saucy brat like Samantha in line. He left the room figuring that he’d triumphed, but it was not the time to rub it in her face. He’d have to see what lasting effect the treatment had.