The Negotiation

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She was happy for the interruption if it was going to be one. He let the phone ring four times-three more than was usual-before he picked it up. “Yes?” he snapped into the receiver still glaring at her. “Oh-fine. Yes, thank you Midge. Put him through.”

He sat back to take the call and she signaled that she would step outside while he was on the phone.

He covered the receiver with his meaty hand. “You stay right where you are Mrs. Williams. I’m far from finished with you. “

His tone and glare froze her and she creaked slowly back into the chair. God, she was back in the principal’s office in Junior High.

She hadn’t really poached his clients. Hell, as the company president they were all his clients….She tried to remember if she had told him she was taking the meeting. Did she tell Midge? She didn’t put it past that little snot to not tell him if she had. Maybe that was it! She had told Midge but she hadn’t passed the information along! She worked hard on this construct for a moment trying to convince herself it was the truth.

She wasn’t listening to his call and couldn’t tell you what it was about but heard it winding up with a smooth and genial “I’ll have my girl call and set it up…” As soon as he hung up his face changed and any geniality was gone.

“John, I…”

“Enough”, he said. “I’m going to beat your ass, Mrs. Williams.”

“Oh no you’re not….” She hated that phrase, it sounded like two boys getting ready to fight at a bar.

As he pushed away from his desk she couldn’t help noticing the size of his hands.

“John”, she said quickly-trying to tamp down the flurry of panic she began to feel…”I told Midge that I would be…”

He froze her with a stare. “Are you going to slip another lie into your already overflowing folder?”

“I…”

He had come out from behind the desk and was taking a seat on the sofa. “I can bring Midge in right now, and we can ask her. You want me to do that?”

“No John…but I…”

He sat. “Get over here.”

She stood automatically if unsteadily and moved toward him, her wheels still spinning. “When they came in John, the Baxters, they hadn’t mentioned that you had been…”

“Yes, yes…you’ve said.”

He reached up and took her wrist and again she noticed the size of his hands. Paws really. And he was wearing his ring! Would she feel that?

“Wait…” she said breathlessly as she settled over his lap. “Now, John….it’s not too late.” She felt her skirt lift.

“I believe it is, Mrs. Williams.”

“No, John…we can still…”

“Can still what Mrs. Williams”

“Be reasonable….”

“I think I’ve been reasonable”, he said as she felt her panties being yanked down.

“Hey!…We still could talk this out before this goes too far…”

“Mrs. Williams, your skirt is up, your panties are down and you are over my lap. What would you consider ‘too far’?”

“You haven’t spanked me yet John. We can still…”

He cut off her negotiation with a firm smack to her fulsome right cheek. She uttered a surprised “ahhh…” rather than the pained “ouch!” that he would have expected from a younger girl whose whole bottom might fit under his meaty hand like a turtle under its shell. Mrs. Williams’ mature backside was thick enough to absorb what he was going to give her one firm cheek at a time with a little give and very satisfying jiggle.

“You were saying Mrs. Williams?”

“No. I get it. I understand John. It was your meeting and there is no way I should have…OUCH!”

She was surprised by the second swat which landed exactly where the first one had. And it stung.

“John! I’m sorry. Truly. That really hurt John. Can’t we discuss…”

“Is Eric in town this week?” he asked about her husband.

“Ah…” she was nonplussed having to answer a questions about her husband while in this situation. “No”, she blurted. “He’s in New York all week. Why?”

“I was wondering how you’d explain your red bottom to him. But then, being married to you I’m sure he’d understand.”

She absorbed his comment in silence as he rolled up his sleeve.

“You are not going to stop are you…?”

“Yes. I plan to pause after forty smacks.”

“Forty!” she had assumed ten or twelve spanks and they would be done.

“I’m sorry. Did I say forty? I meant fifty.”

“John! I…”

“I’d be careful about saying anything else if I were you.”

“This is going to happen, isn’t it” she asked quietly.

“This IS happening…and don’t clench” he said, rudely poking her cheek.

She quickly bit her bottom lip tasting her lipstick. In the pregnant silence before the next spank she felt-for the first time-John’s legs beneath her and the strength of his left hand pushing down on her back. Her mind cleared at the reality.

“I don’t know if I’ll be able to stay quiet”, she said softly.

“Midge!” he yelled at the closed door.

“Yes?” came the reply from the outer office-too quickly and too clearly to have come from her desk. The little bitch was listening at the door!

“Oh John, please don’t bring…”

“Go to lunch. Now!”

“Yessir!”

She heard feet shuffling across the plush carpeting immediately and the outer door slam. Of course Midge would respond quickly. Lying face down over her boss’ lap she thought of the girl’s small round bottom.

“There.” he said. “We’re alone now.”

“John if you would…”

A spank harder than the others stole her breath. “Now it’s sixty”, he said. “Anything else?”

Her eyes burned in frustration. She so wanted to tell him…

“Nothing?”

“No John.”

“Very well…”

Eyeing the pink smudges on Mrs. William’s otherwise perfectly ivory backside he raised his hand and let fly watching the flowing impact with satisfaction. She grunted and whispered a sad, little ouch, her eyes filling with the knowledge that he was right and she was wrong and she might have to admit it. Eventually. But right now, she was where she belonged.

After slamming the outer door, Midge tiptoed back to her post and stuck her ear against her boss’s door.

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