Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 61422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 307(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 307(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
The room fell silent as my apology hung in the air. I could feel everyone’s eyes on me, but for once, I didn’t shrink from the attention. Instead, I straightened my spine, accepting their gazes as a testament to this moment of revelation.
Sharon’s expression softened slightly, though her eyes still held a glint of stern authority. “Thank you for your apology, Melissa,” she said. “It’s good that you’re beginning to understand your place. But understanding and apologies don’t negate the need for correction.”
I nodded, a strange calm settling over me. “Yes, ma’am,” I replied, my voice steady despite the butterflies in my stomach. “I’m ready to accept whatever punishment you deem necessary.”
As Sharon moved toward a nearby cabinet whose purpose—I realized with a lurch of my stomach—I should have grasped already, I caught Stuart’s eye. He gave me a small, approving nod.
Sharon turned back to us, the much-too-familiar white paddle with Selecta’s bold red logo in her hand. My heart raced as I began to absorb at a visceral, bodily level what was about to happen.
“Mandy, Melissa,” Sharon said, her voice crisp and authoritative, “strip down to your lingerie. Now.”
I hesitated for a moment, my eyes darting around the room at the assembled executives. At some point, though I hadn’t even noticed it taking place, they had moved their chairs back from the table and gathered them into a row at the front of the room, to sit watching like a tribunal whatever took place at the head of the conference table. Their gazes were fixed on us, a mixture of stern authority and barely concealed anticipation on their faces. My cheeks burned with embarrassment, but I knew I had no choice but to obey.
With trembling hands, I began to unbutton my blouse. Beside me, Mandy was already shimmying out of her skirt. I could hear the rustle of fabric and even, I thought, the slightly heavier breathing of the men watching us as we revealed more and more skin.
I let my blouse fall to the floor, standing there in my lacy red bra, feeling utterly exposed. I fumbled with the zipper of my skirt, my fingers clumsy with nerves. Finally, I managed to step out of it, revealing the matching garter belt and stockings I’d chosen that morning, thinking, of course, of Stuart.
My face burned as I remembered what I had fantasized, putting on my underwear. I had thought Stuart might want to… to debrief… in his office, after the meeting. I couldn’t even look at him, despite feeling his eyes on me like a palpable, possessive touch.
Glancing over at Mandy, I saw that her black bra matched the panties I had taken down earlier. The contrast of the dark lace against her pale skin made me swallow hard. We both stood there, trembling slightly, as Sharon’s eyes raked over our bodies as if channeling the authority of the four silent men seated in judgment.
“Very nice,” Sharon murmured, a predatory gleam in her eye. “Now, Melissa, since you took it upon yourself to discipline Mandy this morning, you’re going to do it again. Properly this time.”
CHAPTER 24
Melissa
She held out the paddle to me. I took it, the weight of it feeling both familiar and strange in my hand.
“Mandy, bend over the table,” Sharon instructed.
Mandy complied immediately, draping herself over the polished wood surface. Her lacy black panties stretched taut over her rounded bottom, and I felt a confusing mix of desire and apprehension.
“Go on, Melissa,” Sharon urged. “Show us how you discipline a subordinate.”
I stepped forward, my heart pounding. I risked a glance at Stuart, to see his eyebrows lifted, as if in interest to see how I would respond. Swallowing hard, my cheeks hot, I raised the paddle, trying weakly to channel the confidence I thought I’d felt earlier that morning.
“Take her panties down, Melissa,” Sharon said, scorn filling her voice. “What do you think you’re doing? Giving a few love taps? Mandy needs to feel all the humiliation she’s earned.”
Shaking like a leaf, my face becoming even hotter—as hot as an oven as Sharon’s words sank in—I shifted the paddle to my left hand. I took hold of the waistband of Mandy’s panties with quivering fingers and tugged them down to mid-thigh. I bit my lip as I caught the scent of Mandy’s arousal, which I knew I’d made so much stronger that morning. I could feel the dampness of the panties gusset, too, and it made my tummy flip.
Mandy whimpered as she felt me bare her, as if she could sense the eyes of everyone in the room on the adorable pink furrow peeking out from between her thighs.
“Better,” Sharon pronounced. “Notice that there’s no sign of the quote-unquote correction you quote-unquote administered this morning. Now go ahead and paddle that naughty bottom.”
I took the paddle back into my right hand. I raised it up, shifting around to stand next to Mandy’s prostrate form. I put my left hand on Mandy’s waist. I wanted to look at Stuart and his colleagues, to see whether they thought I was doing it right—and at the same time I understood that that very desire demonstrated a weakness I needed to address.