Three Spanking Novellas

Joanna’s Escapades Original Copyright © 1995 Miles’s Revenge The phone rang six times before Joanna answered. She could hardly find the thing in the midst of her paper strewn desk. A feeling of impending doom had descended on her, someone’s head would roll, and it might be hers, if she didn’t straighten out the mess. “Hello,” she said absently as she picked up the phone. “Where were you?” a man’s voice demanded. His chilling voice leapt out through the receiver. “Miles, I have work,” Joanna answered irritated. “Knock off the edge, Joanna,” he warned. She took a deep breath. “I’m sorry,” she replied, aware of his stern mood. He hadn’t been that way earlier that morning, they’d made love, shared a salsa filled omelet and steamy coffee before they left for work. She wondered why he was suddenly so different. “I’ll be picking you up in a half hour,” he informed her. “And what are we going to do?” she asked, suddenly quite curious. “I don’t think that’s you’re concern,” he replied. “Oh.” “Half hour,” he repeated and the phone clicked. She took a deep breath. Yes, a little interlude would be delightful, but damn, she thought. The signs of overwork surrounded her, it was hardly what she needed at the moment, or was it . . . . Either way she had no choice. He was ultimately her boss, though there were a half dozen mid management types between her executive assistant job, and Miles. Explaining her sudden need to disappear to her immediate superiors was never easy. Though there was really no need for an explanation, since everyone knew she belonged to the company president, as least figuratively. Miles Jamison possessed his women, and for the last several years he’d possessed her, in a deliciously wicked way. “I have to go,” Joanna explained to Donovan ten minutes later, standing in front of her harried boss. “Miles?” He knew in an instant her excuse. “Yes.” “He’s damned inconvenient, you know. We’ve got an emergency here and I’m not certain that we’ll find an easy explanation to this problem. I need you here to help me out.” The handsome young executive was the type of man Joanna had once imagined herself falling in love with. How strange that she would do a quick 180 degree turn when Miles came into her life “I know it’s bad timing, but you want me to tell Miles that?” she replied with a smug grin. She wielded a unique power at work, even though she didn’t like to use it, especially now. She felt a little guilty leaving Donovan at the moment, and she considered herself too much her own woman to let her relationship with Miles look like favoritism. “This time you have a good reason to turn him down,” Donovan said. “But then again, I can’t afford to let him get wind of this Pandora’s box, not yet. It could be devastating for the department.” He was looking worried. As worried as she should be. Too bad, such a handsome face, and so strung out. “I’ll be back as soon as I can,” she assured him, and she turned to walk away. “So what do you two do on your extemporaneous meetings, screw in the limo?” Donovan asked, as she reached the door. She turned back around and flashed him a sly smile. Yeah, they’d screwed in the limo a few times, but that was only half of what took place when Miles called her away. If only Donovan knew . . . “Wouldn’t you like to know,” she teased. She wiggled her hourglass figure for him just a bit, her blond hair swaying in the air. She had a sweet face, a flawless pale complexion with just a blush of pink on her cheeks and lips. Her dark eyes peered out from her perpetually droopy lids. She always looked as if she were in the middle of a seduction. “Well, be quick. Tell the old man I need you this afternoon,” he said. He looked as harried as she felt. “Sure,” she replied. “But listen if it makes you feel any better, I wish I didn’t have to go this time. And I’m not going to run out on you, we’ll get to the bottom of our problem before I leave today.” “Yeah Jo, that makes me feel much better,” he replied sarcastically. While she was out screwing the president, he was trying to put out a fire he hoped was not already out of control. Donovan watched her swish her sweet ass through the door. He’d have loved to have his c**k between her thighs, and was well on his way to making it happen, when the prospects of that ended abruptly as Miles Jamison took her for his own. At his beck and call no less, what could be finer than a woman like Joanna accessible on demand. She was every man’s dream. She had a sumptuous 38C bosom by his estimation, and one of the most pleasantly rounded rear ends he’d had the occasion to work around. It only helped that every dress she wore, cashmere, silk or lycra, always clung to those exquisite curves. He always wanted to know if that cascade of blonde curls was natural; but it wasn’t likely he’d get the opportunity to find out anytime soon, if ever. She was taken, and everyone knew it. “Hi darling,” Joanna purred as she stepped into the back of the black limo. “You’re late,” Miles said, cold as ice. He was wearing jeans and a fresh starched white shirt, his cowboy boots, and his dark hair combed back into a ponytail. Straight from the factory no doubt, looking like an elegant urban cowboy. Just looking at him made her body rush with s****l delight. “I’m sorry, we’ve all kinds of deadlines you’ve imposed on the department and I couldn’t get free any sooner.” “That’s really not my problem is it?” he answered, still terribly cold and distant. “OOoo, I must really be in for something today,” she remarked, as she stroked his shoulder and kissed his cheek. “Don’t get cute,” he said. She shivered just a bit. He wasn’t usually so icy, though this was hardly the first time they played this scenario, his stealing her away from the office for a session with his black strap. It lay conspicuously on his lap. She reached down and ran her hand along the cool leather. It was meant for one thing, and one thing only. She could already feel herself pulsing between her legs in anticipation. “Pull up your skirt,” he said. She eyed him carefully, then squirmed in her seat until her lanky legs showed the top of her hose, the garters, and even the bottoms of her brief panties. “Take those off,” he said, referring to the panties. This was nothing new on escapades like this. Miles had an exquisite capacity for theatre, making her sweat it out. Little details in particular, like her bare bottom getting a fore taste of leather sitting squarely on the seat of the car. And the exposure, making her display herself in this less than private place. On this particular day, deliberately no doubt, Miles neglected to have the driver raise the privacy screen, and the chauffeur with one simple glance, could see what her raised skirt revealed—all the way to her hairless puss peeking out from underneath. Joanna removed the panties and handed them to Miles, who quickly pocketed them. She wouldn’t be wearing them the remainder of the day. “So are you going to tell me the nature of my crimes?” she asked. “You should know.” She looked at him sheepishly. “You little slut, thinking I wouldn’t see you flashing these sweet t**s of yours at the party last night?” He unbuttoned her white blouse and pulled one tit from the black lace bra. He pinched her n****e until it was rock hard. Erect, it protruded nearly an inch from her flesh. “You want me to be a slut,” she reminded him, maintaining her innocence. “And did I suggest you open yourself to being fondled?” “That’s sometimes where it leads, my love,” she insisted. It was rather harmless, the young gentleman that had taken such a liking to her, so sweet he was, and a little drunk, pulling out her tit and kissing her n****e. It was an innocuous thrill for them both. “His hands were right up your skirt.” She remembered that too, the young man’s hands caressing her thighs, pulling her skirt up so he could feel her ass. They were in a corner of the room, she was surprised Miles noticed. Though deep inside she did it for him, hoping he would. Miles was a voyeur at heart. “He was very insistent Miles. You did see me try to pull away?” she defended herself. “Since when does anyone play with you without my permission?” Miles loved to tell her to woo men like the young one the night before. It satisfied the tease in her, and Miles liked to watch; but only when he was in control and calling the shots. She blushed, duly admonished for forgetting. “I’m sorry, I guess I got a little carried away with the moment,” she said sweetly. “Oh, your abuses go far beyond that incident. You were in rare form last night.” He chuckled darkly. “What do you mean?” “You really have to watch yourself when you drink Joanna, that little b***h in your attitude really pisses me off.” “I was bitchy?” she looked at him in disbelief. He shook his head yes. “I don’t believe you!” she protested with an unmistakable edge in her voice. “Doesn’t matter what you think, it only matters what I think. Suck my c**k,” he ordered. Joanna turned to him, finding the zipper and pulling it down. Reaching into his pants she pulled out his half hard prick. Her lips were around the head, teasing him with her tongue all along his sensitive flesh. He grabbed her rear which bobbed up in the air naked, and squeezed her ass cheeks roughly. Then he planted a finger against her ass and prodded her there for a moment. She gasped and fell forward. “Want it there?” he asked. “If that’s what you want,” she replied, better to surrender than protest. As she resumed the blow job, Miles worked her body at will. The chauffeur occasionally glancing in the mirror, had an afternoon to remember. Joanna took the thick c**k deep into her mouth, and bobbed up and down on it until the shaft was standing at attention. She ran her tongue around the head and heard a little shudder escape Miles’ lips. “That’s enough,” he said, pulling the prick away from her, and putting it back in his pants. “Put your bottom on the leather and think about how it’s going to feel. How nicely it’s going to burn when I’m finished with it.” She shivered from the chill of his words and the picture they brought to mind … someplace, somewhere, her upturned bottom turning bright red from the punishing leather. They turned off the busy street and headed into the city park, moving rapidly towards the most remote section of the enormous preserve. When they reached the heavily wooded forest, her curiosity piqued. It was always a different place, a well designed adventure, something to make her loins race and her heart skip a few fearful beats. He liked her on the edge, and she appreciated his imagination. “Here?” she questioned him when the limo stopped. He nodded. They waited for the driver to exit the car and open their door for them. They’d stopped along a narrow one way road, where pines grew up on either side and there were a multitude of trails to hike. It had been some time since Joanna had been here. Certainly she’d never been here dressed for work, in a suit and hose and heels. The driver extended his hand to her. She looked up at him smiling, then straightened her skirt as she swung her legs around. It wasn’t possible to hide her upper thighs and the peeking crotch from the chauffeur’s view. He said nothing, though his eyes stared right between her legs. Miles pushed her on knowing exactly the result, her legs opened wider still, revealing her naked cunt. The driver pulled her to her feet and she quickly straightened her skirt, trying to avoid the chauffeur’s attentive eyes. Then again, why should she worry now, after the lewd show she’d given him in the limo? Miles consulted privately with his driver, and the limo sped off down the winding road, leaving the two standing in a small clearing. Drawing up behind her, Miles one hand planted on her right ass cheek, the other grasped her shoulder. “We’ll take a little hike my dear, then see how brightly this ass of your will glow. The leather strap was in his hand and he rubbed the smooth surface over her ass cheek.