“I did.”
“Then that would be grounds for dismissal, certainly cause for stern disciplinary action. Wasting your time for what? A month?”
“Three weeks,” she said meekly.
He nodded. “How overt was the plan? Or did it just happen that way without your realizing it?”
“I don’t know.”
“Of course you do.”
“I don’t know what I want from you, Mr. McLeod,” she said.
“I think you do.” He let go her chin, and turned her yielding body about so that she was bent over his arm - her bottom end to him. Removing his belt with his other hand, he held her close to his chest so that she could feel his heart beating next to her fast pounding one. He didn’t need to struggle with her to bare her ass. The skirt covering her bottom was easily pushed up to reveal a pair of nearly naked ass cheeks to wreak havoc on. Proceeding briskly, he struck her bottom with the doubled-over belt as he anchored her struggling body in his arm. Pelting her with a furious blast, her bouncing cheeks quickly reddened, and the strike of the leather made a rash of painful looking marks against the tender skin.
“There,” Kevin suddenly announced, stopping the assault, and letting her free. He stood near her, backing off enough to let her recover. “Is that what you were looking for?” he asked.
She was speechless, as she came to her senses enough to pull her dress down over her heated bottom. Of all the indignation she might have felt, there was none. Just shock, and the threat of tears, and a feeling that she deserved this justice. But how could she look at him again? She was more unnerved realizing that a good deal of her reaction to being spanked like a naughty child was genuinely s****l. Old associations of pain and pleasure reminded her of a past she’d taken great pains to forget.
“Perhaps we should do this regularly. Put you on the punishment system,” Kevin suggested. He leaned back against his desk and watched her flustered expression as she tried to sort out the last few minutes.
“No. No, please,” she finally found words. She shook her head. “I just don’t understand.”
“Well, then, Ms. Durrant, it’s a good thing that I do. I’ve been a s****l dominant for years and can spot a trap laid for my affections from a submissive woman.”
She considered his comment, still not sure what he was saying. “And so what is this supposed to mean? I mean between us?” she asked.
“It means you quit lying to me about yourself. And it means you don’t dare let your not so secret motives play out in our mutual business. That could be dangerous for my profits having a renegade editor pulling sloppy stunts like that. Do it again, it’ll be dangerous for the future of your job.”
She nodded, feeling embarrassed and chagrined. How the hell had she got into this predicament? Good lord, what was she trying to accomplish? What did it say about her feelings for Kevin McLeod? Could she even work for him anymore? “Maybe it would be best if I looked for another job?” she conjectured.
“Absolutely not!” he stated flatly. “You just try to leave McLeod, I’ll have you blackballed anywhere you go.”
“Good god, can’t you be civil?”
“No. I want you here with me. You started this game with me Mackenzie Durrant, you’ll finish it.”
“And how’s that?” she asked.
He looked at her with less cool and more fascination. “I suggest you be patient. Good submissives understand that, and you will too.”