The man drove me crazy, there was no way around it. And by crazy, I meant he irritated me beyond belief. A drama queen. A moody prick. And he made me want to do things to him that nice, reserved bookkeepers shouldn't want to do to their bosses. Oh My God. The more outrageous his outbursts, the more I wanted to teach him a lesson – one that involved silk scarves and fetish whips and lots and lots of begging.
I shivered involuntarily as another wave of desire washed over me. How did I get myself into these situations? And why did I enjoy dominating Rick so much? I became another person when I was alone with him. I became so much more confident, so much more sexual, so much more in control. I shifted in my seat, trying and failing to relieve some of the pressure and heat that was steadily building between my legs as the clock moved toward 5 pm. I wondered how Rick would react to some old fashioned discipline that night. He'd been such a bad boy at work all week, a little punishment certainly seemed in order.
When the end of the work day finally arrived, I dawdled over my computer, reading emails and reviewing meeting minutes until Rick appeared at my office door. "Looks like we're the only ones left," he said with a hint of expectation. He was always the cool one, always in control.
"Awesome. Let's go then. You know how to get to my place, right?" A quick nod of affirmation from Rick indicated he knew his way, and so I walked ahead of him down the hall, my long strides leading me to my car in the parking lot before he had made it to the exit of the office building. I'd made everything ready at home prior to leaving that morning, but I still wanted to arrive ahead of him. Twenty minutes later I was unlocking the door to my house and jogging to my room to strip down into my "workout gear" – a black satin teddy, and shiny, knee high black boots. The overall effect was sexy without being too overwhelming. I took a deep breath as a knock sounded at the front door. I knew it was Rick, although I still preferred to check through the peephole to ensure I wasn't about to surprise the mailman or the local Avon representative.
With a smile that was more fitting a spider about to eat a fly than the hostess of a suburban home I greeted Rick at the door, looking him over hungrily as he took off his shoes and walked into my living room. I knew by the expression on his face that he enjoyed looking at me, but by now he knew how to mind his manners and kept his eyes averted and on the floor as he followed me to the spare bedroom at the back of the house. As I walked purposefully over to the dresser and pick up a hairbrush with metal bristles, I looked Rick straight in the eye and said, "You were most unpleasant this week. Step over to the bed."
Remaining ever calm, he strode over to the bed, but his eyes betrayed his unease. "Take off all your clothes, then bend over and spread your legs." Rick did as instructed, and I noted as his pants dropped to the floor that his typically sizeable hard on was absent. He was nervous. The thought of him feeling off balance and out of control delighted me and I absent mindedly began slapping the hairbrush into the palm of my hand, leaving welts where the bristles met skin. I walked over to where Rick's perfect ass now presented itself and realized this was going to be a good night.
