“That’s more like it. And if you’d done that to start with we wouldn’t have this unpleasantness. Now, what do disobedient girls get?”
“I was not disobedient.” Laura shouted, “you didn’t make the rules clear.”
He smirked. “Still shouting and trying to control. Never mind, we can help you with that.”
She cried out as he dragged her through the office and into the conference room beyond, firmly closing the door behind him. He reached a chair where he sat and pulled her across his lap. His intentions quickly became clear. His free hand raised her skirt exposing her now naked buttocks.
“Take your fucking hands off me!” she shouted, desperately trying to stand. He hooked his leg over the back of her knees, let go of her hair and held both wrists in a strong grip. Pushing them high up her back he had her trapped in position.
“And we don’t expect to hear such foul language either so the quota will be doubled.”
With those words the first of the blows fell. The initial smacks stung and burned but not enough to force a reaction from her. Determined to deny him the satisfaction of hearing her plead she gritted her teeth and screwed up her eyes. He accepted the challenge. An increase in force and varying the target area soon took it’s toll. The sound of the slaps and her cries filled the room. As the punishment proceeded the ferocity of the blows increased until her tears flowed freely.
She lost track of time as the spanking continued, her cries soon reduced to a continual pitiful sobbing. The assault gradually lessened until the final smacks were as light as the first.
When it stopped altogether she felt his hand caress the area he had abused. It was almost gentle: comforting in a way.
“It’s a pity we had to go through that,” he said, “but you have to follow the rules, then perhaps you won’t need me to come back again.”
To Laura the situation felt so surreal. To have a stranger almost tenderly stroking her naked rear after defiling her in her own workspace was fanciful but to admit that she felt almost serene would be unbelievable.
“You’re in debt and people in debt have to conform. That means no panties and no tights. If you don’t want bare legs then stockings will be more than acceptable. I know it’s a bit of a cliché but some things become clichés because they work. It’s purpose is to be a constant reminder of your debt. Very effective too from what they tell me. Oh and get rid of the hair. That’s not from Graham, it’s a personal preference of mine. When you return the lost pieces you’ll be off the hook.”
“And how can I return them when they don’t exist?”
“Of course they do. People have them. You just have to find the right people.”
“Where?” she said, exasperated. “They could be anywhere.”
“You’d better get started then. You’re a clever woman, use you’re imagination.” The man lifted his leg from hers before helping her to stand. “You’d better get yourself cleaned up or there’ll be all sorts of gossip around here.”
After leaving the conference room he made his way through her office. He paused just before opening the outside door and turned back. “You know, I’d be pleased if you chose to break some of the other rules, I quite enjoyed that. Thank you.” His smile appeared to be genuine.
Laura had to think quickly. She knew Abbie would be in there as soon as she saw the stranger leave. Pulling her skirt down and retrieving what was left of her underware she made a dash for the wash-room. It was a close call. No sooner had she closed the door than she heard Abbie calling.
“Laura, Laura is everything Okay?” She tapped on the door. “Are you in there? Laura?”
Trying to sound as casual as possible she managed a reply. “I’m fine Abbie, thanks. I’ll be out in a minute.”
“Okay then I’ll wait outside.” Grateful of the breathing space Laura tried to sort out the mess he’d left. After kicking off her shoes she removed what remained of her tights, dropping the debris into the waste bin. A glance in the mirror told her that a temporary repair with make up was the best she could hope for; her red and swollen eyes would take a while to return to normal. After patching up as best she could Laura decided it was time to face the inevitable interrogation. As soon as she sat behind her desk Abbie appeared.
“What the hell happened there Laura, are you all right?” Abbie soon spotted the eyes. “Have you been crying?”
“I’m fine, really.” She gave what she hoped was a reassuring smile.
“Well that’s good because I’ve just called my sister.”
“What’s you’re sister got to do with this?”
“That… person, who just left, mentioned a Mr Weston, and that rang a bell. My sister knows Grace Edwards.”
“And who’s…” The penny dropped. “Graham Weston’s secretary right?”
“P.A. actually, but yes. So I called to do a bit of digging. She was a bit reluctant to say anything to start with but as you know I can be stubborn at times.”
“Oh, I’ve never noticed that.”
“Ha ha. And you’ll want to hear what I found out. But first you’ll have to wait until I’ve made two coffee’s and fetched the biscuits.”
After her fourth attempt to call Andrew failed, Laura gave up trying and decided to phone Weston herself. He answered the call in person.
“Hello Laura, how nice to hear from you so soon.”
“Don’t give me that friendly crap, you know why I’m calling. I’ve just been visited by that ageing thug you sent: something or other Mason.” She heard his laughter. “It’s not funny. I should be pressing charges.”
“It’s your description that amuses me. I can’t wait to tell him that, ‘ageing thug’, priceless. It’s Alistair Mason, Colonel actually. Ex Army and very good with discipline issues. Anyway I hope there was no problem. He wasn’t rude to you was he?”
“Rude!” She couldn’t believe his casual attitude. “He bloody sp…” She searched for a more dignified word. “He hit me. He’s some sort of deviant.”
“Oh, I don’t think so. Activity between consenting adults can’t be seen as deviant. It only becomes deviant when it’s forced on those who didn’t consent to it.”
“I didn’t bloody consent.” Laura felt her anger rising.
“Of course you did Laura. I have a signed copy of it tucked away in my safe. And I thought he told you about your bad language as well. That poor memory of yours is going to get you into all sorts of trouble.” So Weston had spoken to the man since he’d left her. “I take it that you were unaware of the rules and what playing the game would entail?”
“Well of course I was. It’s supposed to be a game of chess.”
“It is. We’ve just added a few inducements to make it more interesting.”
“Yes, and after this mornings episode and some probing of my own I think I know what they might be.”
“Marvellous. I knew you had it in you. And what have you discovered?”
“I know about Oakham and what they do… to women.”
“Consenting women,” he added categorically.
“That’s as may be, but I know what you’ll do now. You’ll just beat the crap out…” She stopped, aware of her blunder. She didn’t see Weston’s smile of victory but she sensed it. “You’ll just keep beating me until I give in and resign.”
“Laura, Laura. You underestimate us. We’re not the sort of people who dish out meaningless beatings to gain an unfair advantage. You’re too strong a person for such crude methods. And besides, where would the fun be in that?”
“Fun? Are you kidding me. This isn’t fun.”
“No? Then Alistair must have misinformed me.”
“He was probably looking at it from a different angle from me.” Laura answered, without hiding her sarcastic tone.
“Quite. Anyway Laura, this game will test your resolve, willpower, courage and most importantly, your intelligence. Of course there may be occasions when you need reminding to play by the rules. Those reminders may be painful but effective. Look how your memory has improved already.”
“All right, tell me then, how can I possibly get the lost pieces if I’ve no idea who’s got them?
“That is a bit of a problem isn’t it. But I’m sure you’ll sort it out, or loose.”
With that he ended the call leaving Laura staring at her blank screen.
After waiting for Laura to finish her call Abbie returned to the office and sat in the chair on the opposite side of the desk.
“You called him then?”
“Yes, for what it was worth.”
“So, are you going to tell me what’s going on or shall I mind my own business?”
Laura relayed the whole story. The chess game, her role, protecting the business from takeover and saving all their jobs.
“Bloody hell, how exciting.” Abbie showed more than a keen interest.
“Exciting?”
“Yeah, it’s like an adventure film isn’t it. You know, like Indiana Jones seeking the Holy Grail. Now it’s Laura Miller and the lost chess pieces.”
“That’s one way of looking at it I suppose but the big difference here is that Indy didn’t get his arse slapped.” Abbie couldn’t help but snigger which set Laura off too.
“The other big difference is that Indy only had that little kid to help him, you’ve got…” Then she put on her deepest announcers voice and said, “Abbie Ward P.A.” and she held out her arm in Superman style. “We’ll show that Weston prick he can’t mess with us.”
“Abbie, I’m always asking myself why I keep on such a crappy P.A. as you, and now I know.”
“I love you too.” Abbie replied.
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