Three Spanking Novellas

Joanna’s Escapades-6

“Yikes, please, oh stop please, no more please, that hurts too much, pleeeese,” she wailed loudly once again. So loudly it hurt Miles’ ears. Finally he slowed giving her a few quick smacks. Then he stopped, and her flailing form collapsed in exhaustion.

There!” he announced.

He set her on her feet. She was so dazed, she could hardly stand up. Her bottom was fiery hot with a tingling sensation racing through her everywhere. She was flushed beyond belief, and to her great amazement she was sexually aroused. But to compound her woe, being on her feet again, she was instantly sick to her stomach.

“Please, excuse me,” she wailed, and she was out the door and across the hall, to a bathroom she remembered from the night before. It was a handy escape, but it was also a necessity.

When Joanna was finished in the bathroom, she returned sheepishly to Miles’ study. To her relief, only Miles remained in the room to witness her further embarrassment. She wouldn’t bother asking where the other men had gone.

“Seems you’ve had an extra dose of punishment,” Miles suggested as she approached his desk once again. “Are you feeling better?”

His kind words hardly soothed her, but she was not about to cross him again.

“Much better, thank you. May I leave now?” she asked. She couldn’t think of anything else to say. She was surprised how affectionately he gazed at her. It was unnerving. So much so, she was afraid the tension would make her nauseous again.

“Certainly, you may leave. And I trust you’ll be more careful with your liquor next time you drink, you may not have someone as caring to guide your decisions.”

He might have had a point, but at that moment all she could think of was leaving. “I’m really sorry about all of this,” she said. Then she turned and scampered out the room and out the front door. Finding her car where she left it the night before, she was down the driveway in seconds.

It took days for Joanna to recuperate from the horrible event. Her normal sunny disposition was tempered by a good deal of serious contemplation. Thinking constantly of Miles, wild feelings surfaced whenever his name was mentioned, or she thought of that dreadful night. It was insane the things that came to mind, the way the whole wicked thing had blazed a trail through her psyche with such glorious color that she couldn’t keep herself from replaying the event over and over in her mind, especially the spanking.

“Something wrong?” Amanda asked. She was bursting with curiosity Monday morning, wondering about Joanna’s Friday night with Miles Jamison.

“Wrong? No.” Joanna answered absently. She wasn’t yet conscious enough to realize what her friend meant.

“How about Friday night? There are a thousand rumors floating around the building about you two.”

“What rumors,” Joanna snapped to attention.

“Oh, that you two slept together,” Amanda said with a sly smile.

“What else?” she asked.

“Oh, just that you got to spend a long morning with the man,” she went on.

“That’s it?”

“That’s all I hear, you have more to tell?” Amanda asked curiously.

“What a gossipy little bitty,” Joanna thought. If she only knew the truth!”

Joanna addressed her matter of fact. “I’m sorry to disappoint everyone, but we didn’t sleep together. I wasn’t feeling well and he let me use a guest room, that’s all there was to it.”

Amanda didn’t believe her.

“It’s the God’s honest truth, and if anyone asks, you tell them that!” Joanna was dead serious. She spoke so sharply, Amanda backed off, just a little frightened by her friend’s vehement denial.

Three days later Miles Jamison breezed through the office. The frenetic atmosphere that normally accompanied him was again making the entire office quake as if they all had a cop on their tail. Miles, in the center of it all, was as calm as a hurricane’s eye.

By late afternoon, he had spoken with nearly everyone of any consequence in the department. Joanna couldn’t figure out if she was being deliberately passed over, or luckily unimportant for his purposes that day.

It was and she was ready to go home; though when she heard her office door open, she was crawling on the floor beside her desk looking for the back of an earring.

“That’s a fine view!” his voice jumped out at her.

She was startled and immediately jerked up to see Miles standing in the open doorway, looking lustily at her bobbing rear end. She sat back on her heels.

“My earring,” she explained, looking sheepish for no reason.

“Ah!” he nodded.

He stepped further inside her private office and closed the door.

“Do you have some time?” he said, sitting down in a chair in front of her desk. He looked as if he was there to stay.

“Yes, I suppose so,” she answered cautiously. “I was planning to leave since it’s .”

“But since we’re both here now, and these files need to be reviewed, you will stay?” It was hardly a question.

“Certainly.”

“Perhaps you’d like to sit back down in your chair,” he suggested.

Only then did she remember that she was still seated on the floor.

“Yes.” She blushed and retreated to the familiar safety of her desk.

For the next two hours, they poured over documents and files, Joanna giving a dizzying performance defending work she’d been doing for the past eighteen months.

Miles manner was clipped, his questions exacting, his mood utterly no nonsense. Yet despite his well practiced cool, the rampant s****l energy between them could not be denied. It made Joanna crazy. Why the hell was she reacting this way? she couldn’t fathom. Her feelings toward Miles Jamison were something akin to loathing, or so she thought. At the same time, the lust sweeping over her was incredible. And to top it off, she had the strangest desire to have him fling her over his knee again, and warm her bottom with a few dozen rousing whacks! A weeks worth of bottled up desire was surfacing with horrifying prospects.

When Miles finally pushed back his chair and closed the files, he was looking at her with those eyes that could strip her naked with their very fire.

“Are you hungry?” he asked.

“Oh, my god, I guess I am. I’m famished.”

“Good, let’s go. The least I can do is feed you after I’ve taken up your evening.”

He took charge in an instant, leading her out of the building on his arm.

“You like Chinese?” he asked.

“Love it,” she replied.

They were eating wontons when Joanna finally asked the question that had been burning on her tongue all night.

“Do you claim the right to spank anyone that upsets you?” she said with all sincerity.

He looked surprised by the inquiry. But he gave her a half smile, then answered. “No. Just women that need it.”

“And how do you determine that?”

“I think the reason for your own paddling is self evident,” he said.

Joanna didn’t know what to make of him. His deep-set brown eyes seemed to burn through her skin; she thought he was climbing inside her, exploring all the private recesses of her psyche.

She shivered so he noticed. “Maybe I shouldn’t bring up the past, it’s so embarrassing,” Joanna admitted.

“Maybe you should,” Miles replied.

He was so obscure. The party, the spanking and now this? “What do you want from me?” she asked. Being direct had always served her well in business. Would it now?

“What do you want?” he asked back.

“Please don’t answer my question with a question,” she objected. She was trying to be as business like as possible.

He chuckled and sat back in his chair, “board of director” style comfortable. He was used to being in charge. Joanna liked that about him, even though it unnerved her so much.

“You went through a lot a few nights ago, and you survived without being too mortified. That impressed me,” Miles observed.

“If you think I wasn’t totally ashamed, then you weren’t living in my skin the last few days,” Joanna countered.

“But you survived, and likely you’ll survive others.”

“You mean other spankings?”

“Paddling your rear was not only necessary, Joanna, it was a pleasure. I hope in time you’ll look on it that way too.”

My god! What did that mean? she wondered. Was he saying he wanted to continue their relationship? The idea had chilling prospects. Oh yes, she knew what an astounding effect “that pleasurable spanking” brought her; but she was not going to admit it to Miles, not yet.

“Well, as much as you like it, I don’t plan on giving you cause again,” she replied firmly.

He shrugged and smiled and didn’t bring up the subject again.

Their dinner was pleasant enough, the electricity between them enough to light a city night-scape. There was an ever present throbbing between Joanna’s legs, especially after they’d discussed the spanking. However, the finale at her car a hour later, was a simple slow kiss: just lips, no tongues, no teeth, no grasping hands or clamoring body to body, that could easily have landed her in bed with him for the night. Just a simple kiss.

Two weeks later she saw Miles again.

Would all their rendezvous be ruled by storm clouds? she wondered, when he angrily called her into his office. Her latest departmental report was lying open on his desk. She’d trekked all the way to his 11th floor office to have him gaze at her with glacial cold eyes. His jaw looked as if it had been cast in granite. It was certainly an ominous portent of things to come.

She remembered the report. Yes, she’d taken chances with it, made questionable proposals, and interpreted data in a unique, even creative manner. Their curious relationship suggested she might be that forward. Even so, she knew she was on sound footing with her work. Unfortunately, she had no idea how fervently Miles would react to her imaginative suggestions.

“What’s the meaning of this?” he asked, looking up from the papers. His voice was non-threatening, but non-committal as well.

“You have questions?” she asked. She had no intention of being shaken by a skeptical response.

“Do you always take such liberties with your work? Was not the assignment clear?”

“The assignment was perfectly clear,” she replied. “And I believe I answered all the criteria perfectly.”

He looked at her warily. “Were you hired to report test findings, or to become some self appointed psychologist?”

“I don’t know what you mean,” Joanna protested. He was beginning to rattle her.

“You know exactly what I mean, these conclusions, this skewered data . . . .”

“Skewered data?” She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “It was all with a clear purpose, did you read it thoroughly?”

“You’re questioning that I didn’t?”

“I wouldn’t think you’d be so boorish, if you understood what I was saying here,” she suggested.

“You think I’m boorish?” he probed.

It was ill-advised, but she couldn’t help herself.

“Yes I do,” she lashed out. Her cheeks were flushed, anger welling up inside her from an unexpected source. “I think you’re hard headed and closed minded,” she added for good measure.

“If I am, it’s because that’s the way I want to be,” Miles replied calmly.

She hated the cool, the ultimate detachment, the total lack of emotion in the face of her fury. If he’d yelled at her, it would have been far better, but he was remaining aloofly calm. She despised it.

“Well,” she finally replied. She was unable to contain her anger. “If that’s so, then we have nothing more to say.” Joanna rose and proceeded to the door. She knew she had to leave quickly, or she’d be spewing words like hot coals from a fire breathing dragon. She’d done this before, but never with someone so pivotal in her life.

“Joanna, I did not excuse you,” Miles called her back.

“Well that’s too bad!” she barked. She dipped her voice in sarcasm and indignation. Opening the door, she walked out of the room.

“You don’t want to leave,” Miles bellowed after her.

She whirled around. “So what are you going to do, fire me?” She felt as if she had some crazy maniac inside her that wouldn’t shut up. And this time she wasn’t drunk.

She could have escaped to the elevator if she’d been quick enough, if her sense of drama hadn’t gotten the best of her. But her fiery resolve suddenly faltered badly, realizing the horrible temper tantrum she’d just unleashed. By the time she could regroup, Miles was at her side, pulling her back inside his office.

“Would you like to take back anything you said in the last five minutes?” he questioned her.

She thought for only an instant. “NO!” she roared. She couldn’t contain herself. She couldn’t remember when she’d been so angry and so foolish all at the same time, though with her, the two states of being were not necessarily exclusive of each other.

“You give me no choice,” Miles said. His eyes were flashing in a way she remembered well.

Her skirt was up, her panties were down and Miles hand was once again making a fast journey across the plump rear cheeks. The one outstanding exception this time: her bottom was completely bare. And the slap of his hand striking bare skin burned with a sting far more ferocious than she had experienced before.