Punishing His Accountant: Caught Stealing (3 page)

As she looked in the mirror, she noticed that the garter belt arched up around her waist and framed her round bottom in the lace panties.
The thought struck her at once – did Josh intend to spank her? She wouldn’t put it past him, his hands did look large and strong, and though she’d never been spanked before, it was easy to imagine him taking her over his knees and spanking her hard.

Ella
finished dressing and left the dressing room. She was halfway to the dining room before she realized that she was still imagining Josh spanking her, and her panties were now rather moist.

Josh
was standing in the dining room waiting for her. “Ah, there you are, Ella,” he said. “Stand still and let me get a good look at you.”

Ella
stood in the middle of the floor in her high heels as he unhurriedly evaluated her from head to toe. The frankness of his gaze made her face redden.

“Turn around,” he ordered.

Ella turned to face away from him so he could view her from behind. She could feel his eyes on her bottom and was now acutely aware that the skirt barely covered the tops of her stockings and the garter belt.

“Very good,” she heard
Josh’s deep voice say behind her. “You have a lovely round ass and that skirt shows it off perfectly, just as I knew it would when I bought it for you. Now sit down across from me, and I’ll go over the rules.”

Ella sat down, and the skirt rode up till it was almost non-existent. Shyly, she folded her hands in her lap.

“First, about names,” Josh said when she was seated. “Around other people, you will call me ‘Mr. McGould,’ just as you’ve always done. In private, you must call me Sir. Do you understand?”

“Yes,
Sir.”

“Next, do you know how to mix drinks?”

“I do,” she replied. “I tended bar to put myself through college.”

“Fantastic. The bar is behind you. Please make me a martini and serve it to me. After you finish, you can make whatever you like for yourself and have a drink with me.”

Ella was delighted that this was turning out to be so easy. Although it had been several years, she could mix a martini in her sleep. She placed the drink in front of Josh and made a point to get up close enough for him to smell her perfume. The move had brought her good tip money when she was a bartender.

He nodded approvingly. “You’re a quick study.”

She mixed a second martini for herself and seated herself across from him, conscious of how the plunging neckline of the silk blouse revealed her breasts.

“Now, as for eye contact.
In the cultures I visit, a woman only makes eye contact with a man if she’s cruising for sex. Men will try to make eye contact with you, but unless you’re looking for sex, you should avoid returning their gaze. This is very important, and it’s very foreign to American culture, so I want you to practice it with me for the upcoming week. For the next seven days, if you make direct eye contact with me without my permission, I will take it as either an invitation to sex, or an act of disobedience that must be punished. Understood?”

Ella
was so startled that she almost looked up and met his eyes before she caught herself and lowered them. This wasn’t her style at all, she thought, but best not to get started on the wrong foot in her new role.

“Understood.
May I talk to you at any time?”

“In private, yes.
In public, no. It’s part of the cultural difference I’ve pointed out to you.”

“OK,”
Ella said, looking down at her martini glass. “What kind of punishment are you talking about?”

“It means several things. First, for as long as you’re under contract to me, I have the right to spank you whenever I deem appropriate. After all, you were naughty enough to embezzle nearly a hundred thousand dollars from my company. Spanking is the least you deserve.
”

Ella gulped nervously, and Josh went on.
“Sometimes I’ll turn you over my knee and spank you. Other times I’ll strap you to my spanking bench and give you swats. Sometimes I might tie you to the bed and give you pleasure until you can’t stand it anymore and beg for mercy. Look at me, Ella.”

Ella
raised her head and met his eyes.

“How does that make you feel, the idea of lying across my lap while I
spank you hard?”

Ella
couldn’t answer him. The image of lying across his lap, being spanked and humiliated, was making her wet with desire. Her panties were drenched, but she wouldn’t admit that to him.

“Mr.
McGould…”

“You mean ‘Sir’.”

She stood up
and tried to pull the miniscule skirt down. “You can have the clothes back. I’m ready to go home now.” She looked him straight in the eye.

“Now
Ella, we’ve just signed our contract, and you’re already dangerously close to breaching it. Are you sure you want to do that?

Ella
thought again of policemen and handcuffs and lowered her eyes submissively. “It’s been a long day for me. I have a lot to think about.”

“I completely understand,” he said gently. “I’ll call for the car.”

He slipped his cell phone out of his pocket, punched in a few numbers, and put it away.

“However, you’re still under contract to me,”
Josh said. “You must wear the outfit home, but you may wear your raincoat over it to cover yourself.”

Ella
nodded.

“There’s one last thing I want you to do for me before you leave
. Turn around.”

Ella
turned around.

“Now reach up under your skirt and take off your panties.”

She gasped. “What?”

“Do as you’re told
,” he said harshly.

Ella balanced carefully on the four-inch heels and
fumbled under the tight skirt, trying not to expose herself. She slipped her panties down over her ass, and let them drop to the floor. She wished she hadn’t gotten so turned on by the thought of being spanked, she wished the panties weren’t so wet.

“Bend over and hand them to me.”

Ella stepped out of the panties and bent over.

She felt the cool air of the room on her skin
. She knew Josh could see her bare bottom under her skirt, framed by the stockings and garter belt. In her bent position, she was far too exposed. She picked up the undergarment and handed it to him, avoiding eye contact.

“Do you remember what to say?” he inquired.

“Here you go, Sir.”

He laughed
happily. “Excellent, you learn well.”

Ella watched, trying not to cringe as he had a good look at her drenched panties, and smiled a smug, infuriating smile.

“I guess you lied about how you feel about being spanked,” he said. “Either that, or you’re always ridiculously horny.”

Ella blushed, and wished she could grab the damn panties and run away from him. But she couldn’t, and instead, she heard him say,
“I can tell from your panties that we’re going to have an wonderful adventure together. Look at me, Ella.”

She met his eyes, and he pulled her into his arms in a tight embrace. His mouth descended over hers in a long, deep kiss that left her almost dizzy.

He released her. “Go home now and get some sleep, darling. I’ll send the car for you again tomorrow at seven to continue your training. Wear exactly what you’re wearing right now.”

Ella
put on her trench coat for the ride home, conscious of her bare bottom under her skirt.

At home she swiftly peeled off the clothes
Josh had given her, found her vibrator, and gave herself a hard, screaming orgasm as she imagined his big, strong hand swatting her bare ass over and over again.

Chapter 4

Ella spent the next day catching up on shopping and other errands. She
spent the entire day in a low level state of arousal, and when she got dressed for her second training session and put on the clothes Josh had given her, her excitement rose to a fever pitch.

After a brief debate, she decided to add her own panties to the garter belt ensemble. They were a close color match, and although she knew she was risking a scolding from
Josh, she decided it was worth the risk.

Maybe he would forget that he had confiscated the original pair last night right before she left
.

Once again,
the silent driver showed her to the office and left her there. In a moment, Josh entered and looked directly at her. This time Ella remembered to avoid his gaze, and kept her eyes cast downward.

“Hello,
Ella,” he said. “Have you followed my instructions from last night?”

Damn, she thought. That would have to be the first thing he ask
ed.

“Yes,
Sir,” she replied dutifully. She would sneak out to the dressing room at the first opportunity and ditch the panties.

“Prove it,
Ella,” he ordered. “I’m sorry, but I’m not in a position to take your word for things right now. Stand up, turn around, and lift up your skirt for me.”

Ella flushed. It was a humiliating order, and would have been so even if she had followed his instructions. But she had to do it.

Her heart beating fast, she stood up and raised the tiny skirt.

“I see you’ve been disobedient,” she heard
Josh say behind her. “I’m beginning to sense a pattern here. Follow me.”

Ella
wriggled her skirt down, and followed him into a small guest room. It was sparsely furnished with a bed and an armless chair. Josh seated himself on the chair and beckoned her to walk toward him.

“Come over
here and lie down across my lap.”

Ella
stood frozen, unable to move. Her heart was pounding.

“Come on,
Ella. You know you need to be spanked.”

She stepped forward unsteadily in her high heels and stood
stiffly beside him. Josh grasped her wrist and began to pull her downward. After a moment, she stopped resisting and bent over until she was lying across his well-muscled thighs. Her feet touched the ground on one side of the chair, and her arms were on the floor of the chair’s other side. Her ass was positioned securely across his thighs.

“That’s right,”
Josh said. “You know you deserve to be punished, so why fight it? You know we have to do this, and I know from your wet panties yesterday that you want a good spanking.”

She felt his hand tugging at her skirt, pulling it up until it bunched around her waist.

“Panties,” he said disgustedly. “After I told you not to. I’m starting to think you enjoy disobeying me.”

He hooked his finger into the waistband of her panties and peeled them down over her ass to her thighs.

Ella felt her skin crawling with shame, and she wondered why she couldn’t have just skipped the panties. She hated being in this position, hated knowing that she would be spanked. Though she’d fantasized about it last night, in reality, being bare-bottomed across Josh’s lap felt very humiliating. She realized that she didn’t want to be spanked, didn’t want to be punished like this.

“Please,” she tried, “Please don’t. Please…”

“Now, now,” Josh said, “We’ve agreed on this. And I know for a fact that thinking about it turns you on. It won’t hurt, I’ll just warm up your ass nicely.”

Ella let out a low groan. “No, please…”

Without warning, Josh began to bring down his hand on her bare ass cheeks. She let out a low scream, and he spanked her rapidly, using quick, sharp flicks of his wrist. His hand covered her ass, flat against her soft flesh, and struck her over and over again.

Ella screamed softly again, and began to kick her legs and try to get off Josh’s lap. “No,” she said, “Please, stop.”

But Josh didn’t stop. He merely grabbed her waist tightly with his other arm, and kept bring his hand down sharply across her round buttocks.

Ella continued to kick her legs up and down, scissoring them and making it harder for Josh to spank her.
The spanking didn’t hurt that much, but she wanted it to stop.

Finally
Josh sighed. “Stop kicking. You’re just making it harder than it has to be.”

Ella gave a sharp squeal, and kicked her legs harder.

Josh raised his arm, and brought his hand down hard, marking her flesh. Ella screamed out loud, in real pain this time.

“See what I mean?” he said.

Ella gulped and lay limp, silent and sulky, and Josh went back to spanking her sharply, flicking his wrist and bringing his hand down over and over again.

Now that she lay quietly, Ella realized that she could feel the hard erection under Josh’s pants. She almost gasped out loud as she realized that she was very aroused herself, her pussy almost drenched despite how humiliated she felt.

“There you go,” said Josh, continuing to bring his palm down on her. “I knew you’d like it.”