Three Spanking Novellas

Joanna’s Escapades-3

“Til, whenever I decide,” he replied playfully.

“You’re horrid,” she charged with a feigned pout.

She could b***h all she wanted once he’d c*m; he was usually like a lamb, his orgasm liberated his softer side, the one she loved as much as his dominant.

“I’m horrid because you like it,” he claimed. He toyed with her hair.

“You’d make me go all afternoon . . .” She looked up at him, her woe written all over her face.

“Yes. That’s exactly what I’m going to do.” He was half stern, half playful, obviously liking the insidious idea, and Joanna knew there would be no changing once he’d made up his mind.

She tried pleading her case with her expressive eyes, but he just grinned. “It’ll turn me on, thinking of you squirming on that hot rear end all afternoon.”

“I’ll be creaming all over myself.”

“Good.”

“You horrible ass!”

“You love this horrible ass,” he said, and raising her to standing, he kissed her lightly, teasing her still.

“You know your way back?” he asked.

“You’re not coming with me?” she replied, looking as devastated as she could. “Where are you going?”

“Places,” he answered, “the limo will be waiting for you where it dropped us off.”

“Then I’ll see you tonight?” she said.

“Sooner,” he replied, his eyebrows raised. He handed her her purse.

“Oh?”

“Yeah, I need to make an official appearance at your office, rake you and Donovan over the coals for your screw up.”

That came like a bolt out of the blue.

“My screw up?” she blurted out astonished.

“Yes,” he nodded. “This little interlude of ours only stirred my wrath even more.” He had a perverse sense of pleasure.

It wasn’t uncommon for Miles to compartmentalize their complicated relationship in a weird ways. Lover, friend, submissive, business associate, employee . . . he chose the scenario, sometimes it seemed on a whim, whatever suited his fancy.

“I didn’t realize that you . . .” Joanna replied.

“That I knew about your emergency? I’m sure you didn’t, we’ll have a chance to talk about it this afternoon. I’ll see you then.”

She nodded, the tension between them had just risen by leaps and bounds once more. Though this was a very different matter than s*x.

“I guess I’d better leave,” she offered. She couldn’t escape the scene fast enough.

Miles nodded and she turned to go, “Oh, Joanna,” he called. She turned back. “Raise your skirt on the trip back to the office, put that bare butt of yours against the leather.” He grinned.

A nasty parting shot, she thought. He stood watching her as she retreated into the woods towards the road, no doubt stripping her skirt away with his eyes.

The escapade had only begun. Knowing that there was more to come was hell on her imagination. It had been a long time since Miles had strung her along this way. Usually it was quick, over and done, and they were on to other things, titillated for days after by the memory of their adventure. This time would be different. The mental torment and the physical reminders were so vivid she wouldn’t concentrate on much else for hours, or at least until Miles had unraveled the rest of his punishment.

She couldn’t move without her skirt grazing against her naked raw ass, reminding her constantly of the leather descending with its biting cuts. The picture of the glen in the woods, and the rare thrill of being disciplined in such a compromising place kept appearing in her head. And then, there was the awkward ride back to work. That was a hot little recollection — the driver was good, very good, not saying a word as she rode in the back seat with her skirt pulled to her waist so her naked bottom could feel the soft leather underneath. He looked at her several times, no doubt amused, maybe even aroused, certainly curious about her interesting behavior.

Now, and of immediate concern, Joanna was plagued by the thought of Miles’s impending arrival. She and Donovan had taken great pains to keep anyone from knowing about their “problem”. She wondered how he found out so quickly, the long chain of command in the company usually worked much slower. It was all so bizarre. She was genuinely scared. And to add to the whole amazing drama, was the fact that she was aroused even more by Miles stern admonishing tone regarding her work. She’d seen him this way many times when he had unpleasant things to say to his underlings, though it had never been an attitude directed toward her.

“Miles is going to rake us over the coals,” she announced, as she burst into Donovan’s office.

“What?” Donovan looked up at her from his desk.

“Yeah, kind of shocked me, but you know the way he likes to drop bombs.”

“Damage control didn’t work fast enough?”

“Probably didn’t work at all, though I have no idea how he could know so soon.”

“Humph.” He shook his head. “Beats me, sometimes I think the man’s a magician, or maybe he has spies. That wouldn’t be you would it?”

“Why the hell would I get myself in trouble?”

“No, that doesn’t make sense does it. Well then, maybe if we get together on his, we can solve the problem before he shows,” Donovan suggested.

All afternoon, she sat with Donovan in his office, pouring over a mountain of paper. As she worked, she wanted to squirm in her chair. She was so sexually aroused she was clamoring to climax. Unfortunately, she had to squelch her desires, Donovan would never understand why all this, as threatening as it seemed, could make her horny.

“This is not good . . . .” she said, a sudden sick feeling grinding in her stomach. “If Miles knows all this . . .” her comment drifted away.

“I told you it was a mess,” he confirmed. They were trying not to panic, but as the afternoon wore on, it was clear that the problem was bigger than either of them had imagined.

“Ah, the guilty trying to mend their ways.” Joanna looked up to see Miles standing in Donovan’s doorway.

“It’s being handled,” she commented.

“Is it now?” Miles perused the desk, “looks like everything is perfectly organized.” Miles had a way of curling his lip just slightly, a little arrogant sneer that didn’t go unnoticed. “The sins of your department are visited on the supervisors,” he reminded them.

She smiled as sweetly as she could, while Donovan continued to scowl behind his desk.

“Let’s have our meeting, I have places to go,” Miles said, losing his sarcasm, going straight into Pissed Off Company President.

Miles addressed the entire team in a packed conference room, all fifteen present; though it seemed that it was only Joanna and Donovan he was talking to. He glared without an ounce of compassion, looking into Joanna’s eyes several times. She hardly knew the man at times like this, though his startling demeanor threw her body into passionate longing.

“You have one week to solve your problems,” Miles informed them. “Then I’ll have another team come in and find the problem, and replace the weak links in this department.” He looked from Joanna to Donovan and back again. “I suspect where the problem lies, but I leave that for you to decipher, and there’d better be support all down the line, a fully cooperative effort.” He addressed the whole group. “I don’t like doing this, but . . . sometimes bottom lines can’t be avoided. Have I made myself clear?”

No one said a word. Miles was always considered fair to a point, but ruthless thereafter. This was an example of the “thereafter.”

He dismissed the meeting with a wave of his hand.

“Joanna, Donovan.” He nodded his head for them to stay, and the two stood silently while the rest of the department fled the meeting room.

“You pretty much pointed the finger at us,” Joanna charged when the three were alone.

“No,” Miles replied shaking his head.

Donovan looked forlorn and frustrated.

“Just get a handle on your people Donovan,” Miles said, grimly. “I always hold those in charge responsible.”

Donovan left the room without a word.

“You’d fire us, me?” Joanna asked.

Miles looked at her as if he didn’t know her at all.

“One week, Joanna, you heard exactly what I said, and heads will roll. Yours is right there at the top.”

She slept with the man every night, submitted to his rousing adventurous punishments and ate breakfast with him every morning, a smile and an “I love you” on her lips. How did this strange relationship work? She was still in awe of it, and of Miles himself.

Joanna returned to Donovan’s office and to the messy task at hand, knowing that the two would be burning oil.

So, you’ll be working late,” Miles observed stopping by Donovan’s office again. He spoke lightly as if he’d just missed his own fervent pointed speech just moments before. Miles was undressing Joanna with his eyes, a habit he had just about anytime he was with her. She could swear that everyone else was picturing her as naked as he was and she had to keep herself from blushing. She was glad his nasty edge had vanished for the moment.

“I think we’ll be quite late,” Joanna replied.

Miles was smiling, and not unkindly. “Then walk out with me,” he said, and he pulled her from her chair.

“By the way, Donovan,” Miles poked his back in the office door, “Don’t let her get away with anything tonight, or she’ll have to atone for her negligence.” He raised his eyebrows meaningfully.

“What’s that suppose to mean?” Donovan asked.

“You figure it out,” Miles said, and he joined Joanna as they walked through the office.

“You horny?” he asked, whispering in her ear.

“What do you think?” Joanna replied, suddenly feeling as if there was a dam about to burst inside her. Too much damned build-up, she thought to herself, what else was he going to use to charge her already fiery loins?

“I’ve only just begun to punish you this time,” he said, with delighted smile. “You squirm so deliciously when you’re under fire.” He wrapped an arm around her tickling her lightly with his hand right where she was the most ticklish. She tried to squirm away.

They had already confounded everyone in the office with their curious relationship. No doubt this was a banner day for that, Miles just moments before practically firing her in front of everyone. There were lots of stares as they walked between the desks to the elevator.

“You’re obviously enjoying yourself,” Joanna commented.

“You were quite a sight bent over that park bench,” he recalled. “I wish I had time to give you another round of leather.”

“You really are making me suffer on this aren’t you?”

“Only because you deserve it,” he replied.

“You think the screw up’s my fault?”

“Of course I’ll blame you, who better?”

Her body was getting warmer by the second, the way he tortured her was divine agony. But this time, his wonderfully dark nasty side was creeping out so ominously she didn’t know if she could enjoy the thrills.

He pulled her into the elevator with him.

“Where are we going?” she asked.

“No where.”

The elevator door closed.

“Pull up your skirt,” he ordered.

“Now?”

She raised her skirt and turned around.

“Ah, all that pretty red has faded,” he said sadly. He gave her two brisk whacks on the rear, and turned her back to him.

She watched him jam the elevator between floors.

“You have about two minutes to get off,” he said looking his watch.

“What? Here? Now?”

“You’re wasting time.”

“But . . .”

He descended on her, fingering her cunt that was easily accessible under her skirt. She was instantly ignited.

“Isn’t this better than squirming all night with Donovan?” he said. “I thought I was really being kind.”

She didn’t have time to decide if he was. She could feel the orgasm immediately rise between her legs. “Oh gawd Miles,” she moaned, leaning back against him. He played with her as her own deft fingers joined in rubbing her c******s. It was only seconds until she was squirming madly against his hand and hers, the flood of suppressed sensations mounted, and she was at the edge.

She exploded, jerking against him. The warm wonderful flood making her pulse inside her p***y, making her body tingle. Miles pushed his fingers in and out like a c**k f*****g her. She could have collapsed to the floor, forgetting where she was, but her lover held her in his arms as she relaxed against him, her body happily spent.

“It will work out, won’t it?” Joanna asked.

“I don’t know, will it?”

He was so obtuse, she thought.

“I don’t think I know you sometimes,” she murmured as he caressed her hair and fondled her gently. “I hate it when you torture me like this.”

“Oh, don’t start whining my love, you know me as well as I know you, and isn’t that what makes it exciting, these little gaps are so intriguing?” he suggested.

“Maybe so,” she smiled, “maybe so.”

The elevator was moving, stopping again at her floor. She adjusted her hair and clothes as she walked from the elevator. Glancing back, Miles smiled his best half smile, as she wondered what other surprises he was conjuring in his devious mind.