A young lady manages to infuriate her father and her boyfriend, but they find a solution. Written by a new author to us.

By Lesley Carole

Alicia was standing in front of her Father’s desk, a scowl and a pout spoiling the natural beauty of her young face. She alternately glared at her Father, Thomas Alder, and her fiance, Jason Trent. She had been summoned to her father’s office and was annoyed to find that she was in trouble. Thomas had built a thriving partnership of Chartered Accountants, with four senior partners, including Jason, and Alicia had just been employed as a newly qualified Accountant. Her smart business suit clung lovingly to every feminine curve of her body, her dark hair shone in a neatly braided style but her haughty expression spoiled her appearance.

Thomas studied her and finally spoke.

“Alicia, we are extremely concerned about your attitude, behaviour and disposition. You are selfish, have no concern for others and have been spoiled to the point that you are not fit to hold any responsibility! I realise that I am mainly responsible for spoiling you, but that is going to change!”

Alicia spluttered a horrified protest and began raging against her Father, who stared blankly back at his irate daughter.

“Precisely my point,” Thomas replied. When Alicia was about to continue her tirade, he shouted: “Be quiet!”

She was shocked into compliance.

“Do you know how many complaints Jason and I have received against you?” He asked her.

“Who has made a complaint?” She asked innocently.

“Well let me see, the latest complaint came this morning from one of my very important potential new clients. As soon as he arrived he asked who the red sports car in the car park belonged to. Thinking he was simply admiring the car, I proudly announced it belonged to my daughter, also an Accountant with the practice.

Imagine my surprise when he told me the young lady in the flashy car had not only cut him up on a narrow stretch of road, but made offensive gestures when he sounded his horn!” Thomas was seething with rage, his face turning an alarming shade of red.

Alicia was feeling rather guilty now; it was true, and she did have a little ‘incident’ on the way to work this morning. She was quite alarmed at her Father’s reaction; his blood pressure must be sky high!

“Calm down, dad, it was not that bad.” She tried to reassure him, but he carried on with his ranting.

“After a very uncomfortable meeting with him, he refused to make a decision as to whether or not he will engage me as his Accountant, until the young lady in question is willing to apologise!” His voice was raised now.

“I will certainly not apologise, he was driving so slow, he was a hazard on the road!” She crossed her arms and was adamant, her frown deepening.

Jason had remained quiet up until this point.

“Alicia, you are out of order! I have also received complaints from staff, the way you treat them is not to the standard we expect in this company.” He was giving her a stern look of distinct disapproval, and she resented it!

“What can any of them possibly have to complain about?” She asked, still trying to appear innocent.

“Almost every staff member here has cause for complaint against you. You are late for meetings; you give them jobs to do with impossible deadlines. You flirt with the males to get them to help you out, disrespect the mature females and frankly, you use the juniors as personal shoppers! The list is endless!” Jason’s voice was not raised at all, he was strictly in control and Alicia was beginning to get nervous.

Thomas sighed, and then looked sadly at his daughter.

“I can’t let it pass this time princess.” He had called her his sweet little princess since the age of five. “As of right now, you are on a one week suspension.”

Her audible gasp was almost comical, her hands lifted to cover her mouth. “Dad, you can’t do that!” She retorted angrily.

“I just did!” He turned to Jason as he spoke, and something unspoken passed between them. “I am giving Jason full responsibility to teach you some manners and adjust your attitude! I expect you to do whatever he tells you. You will move into his house for the week and you will be completely under his control. At the end of the week, if you are reformed enough and prepared to apologise to my potential new client, you can return to work. Otherwise, you will resign and find yourself another job!” As soon as he finished speaking, he walked out of the room.

Alicia was suffering from shock. Her eyes flew to Jason’s, but his expression was forbidding! She realised she was in real trouble this time.

“Look Jay…” She tried to get around him, using her pet name for him, but he interrupted her.

“No, Alicia, you have gone too far. To add to your list of irresponsible behaviour at work, you got two speeding tickets and a parking fine in the last two months, you will have lost your licence by the end of the year at this rate!”

She was feeling more than a little guilty now, but resented Jason lecturing her. He was her fiance, not her father!

She muttered under her breath, what sounded suspiciously like an offensive word. Jason walked right up close to her, intimidating her so that she backed away, the wall halting her retreat. She had to crane her neck to look up at him, and he pinned her against the wall, lifting her arms high above her head and holding her firmly.

“You used to be an intelligent, sweet girl. That’s who I want to marry, not this harridan who tramples all over people.”

Her indrawn breath indicated her surprise at his assessment of her character. She tried to pull away, but he held her fast.

“Break our engagement then, if I’m not good enough for you!” She spoke with vehemence, but he just shook his head.

“You don’t get off so easily; I still want to marry you, I love you, but not the way you are acting recently. Since you qualified and joined the company, I have seen you change, and I don’t like it. What happened to make you act like this?” He desperately wanted to know.

“Nothing, I don’t know what you are talking about!”

She was obviously not prepared to answer, so he sighed and released her hands, holding them in his now.

“Do you still want to marry me Alicia?” He asked softly.

Tears were forming in her eyes.

“Yes, yes I do. I love you too, but, it’s so hard being the boss’s daughter and being engaged to a senior partner.”

He pulled her towards the couch in the corner of her father’s office and pulled her down to sit on his lap, cradling her close to his chest. She nestled her face into his neck and sighed, contentedly.

“I think we can fix this Alicia, if you will let me guide you back on the right path. Will you do that?” He made eye contact and she whispered that she would.

“This is what will happen; I am taking you to my home now, you will stay with me for the whole week and I will plan a program of lessons for you.”

She jumped upright and asked: “What kind of lessons?”

“Many kinds, you will learn how to cook and clean…”

She interrupted him then. “I don’t want to know how to cook and clean; we will employ staff for that when we are married!” She was shocked and unwilling already and she didn’t know even half of the plan!

“Nevertheless, you will learn. You will complete a home study course on managing people skills; you need to learn humility, respect and obedience. And to give you incentive, I will be punishing you for what you have already done, and for anything you do wrong for the rest of the week!” He paused, waiting for her outburst, he wasn’t disappointed!

“What do you mean, you will punish me?” She sat upright and glared at him.

“I mean corporal punishment, spanking to be precise!”

His face was deadly serious; she shivered and tried to get up. He held her fast.

“If you do not submit to this week and accept that, as your future husband, I have a right to punish you, I will break our engagement and you will leave the company, no further negotiation!” He was adamant and she could see no way out, but to comply with his plan for her.

Her head drooped and she admitted defeat, for the moment at least! She lifted her eyes to peek at him, and asked: “Am I really so bad?”

He took her face in his hands and briefly kissed her with tenderness, then answered: “I’m afraid so, Lyssa.” His pet name for her gave her the reassurance she needed and she clung to him, burying her face in his shoulder.

“Ok, I will stay with you and accept your punishment.”

It was barely a whisper, but she had agreed and he let out the deep breath he was not even aware he was holding.

“Come on then, let’s go to your place. You can pack a bag and we will go over to my house.” She allowed him to lead her from the office and out of the building. Her head remained bowed as she passed several members of staff, not wanting to give any of them the satisfaction of gloating. They must all know she was in trouble.

As she followed him to his car, she considered his threat of corporal punishment. He couldn’t be serious about that, could he?

He would not allow her to take many of her belongings to his house; he said she would be too busy studying to have time for her usual leisure activities and wouldn’t need many clothes as they would not be socialising. She huffed and grumbled and he waited patiently for her to finish packing.

When they arrived at Jason’s house, she was surprised when he led her to a guest bedroom. She had stayed over several times before and always shared his room.

“Don’t you want me to sleep with you Jay?” She asked provocatively, with a saucy smile.

“No. It will be easier on both of us if we have our own space; things will get quite intense!” His answer in no way reassured her, her pout was back and she flung her small suitcase onto a chair.

“Your bad attitude is not appreciated Lyssa, I think we may as well start your punishment now. Take off your skirt” He gave her such a dominant look that she was taken aback.

“What?” She stared at him as if he had gone mad.

“You heard me, take it off; I’m going to spank you right now!” He waited a few seconds for her to respond. “If you delay obeying an order, the punishment will be longer and harder. This is the only time you will be excused. Now take off your skirt and come here!”

Still, she just stood and stared, not attempting to obey.

She tried to reason with him. “I really don’t think…”

He raised his eyebrows and interrupted her plea.

“Now would be good, Lyssa.” She noted the calm control in his expression and a shiver crept down her spine. She realised he meant business, and slowly unzipped her skirt. As she let it drop to the floor, he crooked his finger to beckon her to approach him and she was mesmerised by his eyes, gleaming with something she had never seen in him before.

“Over my knee.” He pointed, but again she hesitated as if she was saying: ‘You cannot be serious!’

He grabbed her arm and she fell heavily across his knee, the wind knocked out of her as he held her tight with one arm, hoping she would not struggle. She bit her lip as she dangled over his knee, her anticipation high. He rested his hand on her pink lacy knickers and began a slow, steady reign of slaps up and down her bottom, building a slow burn. She lay quite still, accepting the slaps, thinking it was not so bad anyway.

However, he then surprised her by pulling her knickers down. She groaned her protest, and then felt a sharper sting on her bare flesh and because he slapped harder. She determined not to cry or squeal, but as the spanking progressed, she considered the possibility of her being unable to keep quiet!

He paused then: “This is for the incident in your car today.”

He proceeded to slap her even harder then, including the backs of her thighs, and she realised the futility of her determination to keep quiet! Muffled sobs and moans were heard, and she wriggled to try and evade his hand, but he simply held her tighter. It was becoming difficult to bear, and then suddenly he stopped, his hand resting casually on her burning bottom.

“This is where I would have stopped if you had obeyed immediately.”

Then he continued to deliver several more sharp slaps until she was indeed squealing and crying, feeling as if the end of the world was nigh. Finally it was over and he ordered her to stand, which, surprisingly, she did immediately. Her towered over her and lifted her tear-stained face to look up at him.

“You can make this easier or harder for yourself, depending on whether you submit and learn or choose to defy me. These are the rules: You will obey every command, no hesitation or argument, and any attempt to leave will result in our wedding being cancelled.

“This is what will happen now. You will go to the kitchen where you will do chores for my Housekeeper, Bess, and help prepare our evening meal. Be assured that she will report any bad attitude to me and that will result in further punishment.”

Alicia rubbed furiously at her throbbing bottom, glaring accusingly at him, and wondered if Bess could possibly have heard her cries. She dared not anger him by complaining though. Was this really the same gentle, loving man who had charmed her into agreeing to marry him?

“Compose yourself, then get dressed and come to the kitchen. Don’t make me have to come a fetch you!”

The warning look her gave her made her believe he meant every word he said, so she sniffled and complied.

A rather subdued Alicia entered the kitchen to find Bess gathering ingredients for the meal. They had met before, but Alicia had never spent any time in the kitchen. Bess was obviously pleased to see her anyway!

“Hello, Alicia, Jason tells me you want to learn how to cook and keep house? Well I’ll be very pleased to help you learn. Here’s an apron, come on, these vegetables need preparing.” She seemed oblivious to Alicia’s lack of enthusiasm, and soon realised her lack of skill in the kitchen was painfully obvious.

Alicia had no interest in domestic activities like cooking, cleaning or any other household tasks. Her father employed a housekeeper, as Alicia’s mother had left them when she was very young, and she had never been expected to help.

With Bess’s help, the meal was cooked, more by Bess than Alicia, and Alicia served it for Jason and herself in the dining room. He seemed pleased with her efforts, and smiled secretly as he observed how she sat carefully on the chair with a slight wince of pain. They ate together in silence, neither being inclined to talk.

After the meal, Jason led Alicia to the computer in the lounge and opened a website where she could find her home study course on ‘Managing People’. She gaped at him when he told her he expected her to start right away.

“I’ll start in the morning.” She stated confidently.

“You will start now.”

He expected no argument, so he raised his eyebrows when she did in fact argue.

“It’s evening, time to relax; it’s been a hell of a day.”

He gave her such a threatening look she shrank back from it and bit her lip.

“Which part of ‘obey every command’ do you not understand?” He asked, sarcastically.

She huffed again, the pout returning.

“Perhaps you need a little more encouragement with another spanking?” This made her head snap up, and she narrowed her eyes at him.

“You wouldn’t.” She whispered.

“I would,” he answered.

She believed him. She sat at the computer and began looking over the syllabus. He settled himself on the sofa and began to read a book.

Two hours later, Alicia’s back was aching and her eyes smarting from the concentration and he recognised that the time was right to let her stop.

“That’s enough for tonight, shut it down and come and sit with me.” He had been and made coffee and he guided her to sit by his side. They each sipped their coffee and he asked her questions about the course, which she answered. She was a highly intelligent woman in most ways, but tended to get distracted, go off on a tangent, which led her into trouble.

Jason had determined he would get her to re-focus her attention on the right things, to reclaim the woman he had fallen in love with. He had felt her slipping away from him recently and was not prepared to let her go without amammoth attempt to draw her back to him.

“I think it’s time you were in bed.” He murmured.

“But its only 10 o’clock.” She answered without thinking.

He sighed. “Are you always going to argue and question everything I say?”

His look was one of disappointment, and she felt her heart sink. She hated to think she had disappointed him again so soon.

“Ok, I will go to bed.” She rose from the sofa and he rose as well. She hoped that meant he might reconsider the sleeping arrangements. She wanted to make love and sleep in his bed, make things right between them, but wasn’t sure if he would concede.

He lifted her face and gave her a chaste kiss, held her in his arms for a few moments, told her he loved her, then turned her and gently pushed her towards the stairs. When he made no attempt to follow, she whirled around and glared at him.

“You clearly don’t want to make love to me so why do I have to spend the night? I could come here every day just to work?” She was trying to controlher anger, but it was simmering beneath the surface.

“I suggest you go to bed right now before you earn yourself another spanking,” he warned calmly.

“Since when did you become such a disciplinarian anyway?” She was pushing too hard and she knew it but somehow she couldn’t stop herself.

“Since I became sick of your adolescent behaviour and decided to cure you one way or another!” He practically growled and advanced upon her like a predator.

She blanched and tried to evade him, but he was too fast. He had her bent over the back of the sofa so quickly, she felt dizzy, her legs dangling off the floor.

Her skirt was too tight to remove at this point, so he reached for a wooden ruler that was on the desk and began spanking her with sharp strokes that stung even through the fabric. She was shocked at the way it made her feel; she was helpless and vulnerable and it hurt.

It was a brief spanking, but he made his point. He left her bending over, while he whispered in her ear.

“Don’t test me, Lyssa, you will never win. Now I am going to let you up, you are going to apologise and then go to your room with no more fuss. Alternately, you can remove your skirt and I will spank you some more. Which is it to be?”

The words were softly spoken, but the menace was there. She promised to be good, her stifled sobs breaking his heart, had she but known.

When she was standing, he steadied her and she peeked up at him sheepishly. She whispered so quietly, he had to strain to hear her.

“I’m sorry, Jay; I don’t know what’s got into me. I’ll try harder tomorrow.”

With that, she stood on tiptoes to kiss him goodnight and went up to bed. He watched her leave, a lump in his throat, but he knew he had to be tough on her for her own good.

Once in her room, she threw herself on the bed and cried bitter tears. What had just happened, why had she challenged him? She really did love him, she hated letting him and her father down. She considered how her father must be feeling tonight, he must feel wretched! Guilt sat heavily in her gut and she suddenly accepted that she had realised herself that she was off course. She had felt herself spiralling out of control lately, without knowing why. Maybe she was scared of marriage?

At the office, it really was hard working with people who would always wonder if she had earned her place in a company where her father and husband to be were senior partners.

She persuaded herself to get ready for bed, and ran her hands over her punished bottom. Her buttocks were really burning and the ruler had left marks, even through her skirt! Oh, how was she going to survive the next week?

She snuggled down in bed and drew the covers tight around her. She thought of Jay, and even after the way he had punished her, twice, she still longed for him in her bed. She realised strangely, that she felt somehow precious and loved, that Jay cared enough about her to go to such drastic measures. Maybe she did deserve to be spanked!

The End

© Lesley Carole 2014