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Executive Privilege
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Executive Privilege
Brazer Enterprises rented a suite of offices on the fourth
floor of the Hamilton Building overlooking the busy
intersection of 5th and Montpelier Avenues. A lone
figure of a woman, an attractive woman in her late thirties or
early forties, stood looking out between the parted drapes of her
executive office contemplating her next move. As CEO,
president, and sole owner of the small advertising firm that she
had cultivated from a single account into million dollar
business, Hanna Brazer was not one to let things slide. The
report on her desk indicated that one of her salesmen, Brad
Richards, had missed the last quarter's sales goal by a
considerable margin. Perhaps larger agencies could absorb
such losses, but Brazer Enterprises could not. She had
decided to act right away before it was too late. Her feeling
about this could not be denied.
The intercom on the large walnut desk buzzed. Ms. Brazer's
stiletto heels silently crossed the thick carpeted floor. "Yes?"
she said after depressing the button.
"Mr. Richards is here to see you," Gloria Flanders, the
receptionist announced.
"Please show him in, Miss Flanders." Ms. Brazer sat in the
large leather chair behind her desk and went over in her mind
what she was about to say. She had never met Brad Richards.
Brazer Enterprises had over a dozen sales men and women. She
knew most of them by sight, including Mr. Richards, but she
had never spoken with him. According to the personnel file
she had pulled, he had been with the agency for less than the
standard 90 day probationary period. On paper his credentials
were impressive, all the right schools and memberships, but the
important thing was results. Hanna was well aware of the
importance of catching things early.
"Please come in", she said in response to the light tap on
her office door. Miss Flanders, a honey blonde in a tight blue
dress led a man in his early forties, into the office. From
behind the desk she watched him follow the receptionist's
sashaying bottom as he followed her. Resolve painted the CEO's
face.
"This is Mr. Richards, Ms. Brazer," the younger woman
chirped.
"Fine. Thank you. Mr. Richards, have a seat," she said
indicating a uncomfortable-looking wooden chair across the desk
from her. As the medium-sized man sat, Miss Flanders began her
wiggle out of the room. "Hold all calls, Miss Flanders."
"Yes ma'am," she responded over her shoulder and quietly
closed the door behind her.
For what seemed like an eternity to Brad Richards, Ms.
Brazer busied herself with various papers and folders on
her desk. He fidgeted as he watched her uneasily. He
couldn't help but notice that, despite her no-nonsense,
business-like appearance, she was an attractive woman. He
found himself distracted by trying to imagine the size of
her breasts, breasts that were only slightly suggested beneath
her suit jacket and white blouse.
"Mr. Richards?"
Hearing his name jolted him from his daydreaming, and he
realized that his boss was staring right at him with an
annoyed expression on her face.
"Oh, . . . sorry, my mind drifted ...."
"Yes. Well, that apparently is a common problem with you,
Mr.Richards. I was asking you how you would explain your low
quarterly receipts, but I don't think it's necessary. The cause
is readily apparent."
"Ma'Am?"
"Mr. Richards . . ."
"Please, call me Brad."
"Fine. Brad," she enunciated with an attitude,
"I'm thinking that maybe you just aren't cut out for Brazer
Enterprises. I'm thinking that maybe I'd be doing us both a
favor if I let you go." He sat stunned before her, unable to
say anything. This was not something he expected. He
figured this woman would simply read him the "riot act" and let
him go. Now he was faced with losing his job, a job he not
only liked but which paid him well. As if reading his mind,
Hanna continued. "I don't need to tell you that you are paid
very generously here at Brazer, do I?"
"No ma'am", Brad replied. Suddenly he felt like a wayward
schoolboy.
"I don't want to discharge you, but I must say that your
performance here . . . or should I say LACK of performance . . .
is costing the company a great deal. Something must be done."
"Yes ma'am."
Hanna rose from her desk. "I noticed you were watching Miss
Flanders as she showed you in just now." As Brad began to deny
her allegation, she held up her hand. "Don't say anything to
make things worse. It was obvious, and I don't blame you;
she has a very nice figure." As she said this, she crossed in
front of Brad as if to force him to notice that her receptionist
was not the only attractive woman at Brazer. Having passed
by him, she bent down to speak into her intercom. She could
feel Brad's eyes burning into her outstretched bottom.
"Gloria, would you please come in here." She stood and turned
to face her employee. She was wordless.
Brad turned to the sound of the office door opening. "Yes,
Ms. Brazer?" she asked diminutively. The man suddenly felt a warmth
in his groin.
"Miss Flanders, do you recall coming back from lunch late for
the third time in a week last Friday?"
"Yes, ma'am." The receptionist lowered her head.
"And what did I tell you at that time? Do you remember?"
"Yes ma'am."
"What did I say?"
"You said that my lax attitude could not be tolerated. That
when I failed to do what was expected of me, it affected the
entire company."
"And did I then let you go?"
"No ma'am. You gave me the choice of either being fired or
being paddled." Brad Richards looked first at Miss Flanders
and then his boss. For a fleeting moment he thought . . .
but no, it wasn't possible . . .
"And what did you choose?"
She looked embarrassedly at Brad. "Well, I couldn't very
well find another job as good as this one."
"So ...?"
"You paddled me."
"That's all, Gloria. You may return to work." Before she
left, she looked into Brad's eyes, and then back to Ms.
Brazer. If Brad hadn't looked down with mortification, he
might have noticed a barely discernable smile on the lips of
both women. He was still looking down at the floor when he heard
the door close, leaving him alone with his boss.
Hanna allowed him to think a while about what faced him
before breaking the silence. "Perhaps you feel it's
inappropriate to suggest that I, as a woman, have the right to
paddle you, a man. Perhaps you're right, so if that's how
you feel, please feel free to pick up your check at Miss
Flanders' desk on your way out. Otherwise, we will proceed. I
have a Board of Director's meeting in 30 minutes."
Finally Brad raised his head. He laughed uncomfortably. "I
can't believe you're serious..."
Standing behind her desk, she bent down and pulled open a
drawer. When she straighten out, she was holding a ping-pong
paddle. "I am very serious, Mr. Richards. This is the paddle I
used on Miss Flanders. And unless you choose to find
employment elsewhere, this is the paddle I will use on you. Do
you think you're any better than Miss Flanders?"
"No, but . . ."
"Mr. Richards . . . Brad, I do not have the time to debate you
over this. Make your decision now."
A thousand thoughts entered his mind. First was the
humiliation of being spanked by this woman. On the other hand,
it would be over quickly. If he quit, he may be looking for
another job, ANY job, for weeks. He couldn't do that, could he?
How much could she really HURT him. She was only about 5'4" or
5'5" and of medium build. Well, why not, he thought. He'd bend
over, take a couple swats on the ass, and be done with it. As he
thought about it, he discovered that he was feeling a little
aroused! He hoped she wouldn't notice.
"Well," he sighed, "I guess I don't have much choice. Where do
you want me?" She stepped out from behind her desk, armed with
the paddle, and indicated with a wave of the paddle that he
should stand. When he did, she took the chair, positioned it
more in the middle of the room, and sat. She then motioned for
him to come to her. He towered above his seated boss, but she
was the one in complete control, and to his utter amazement, she
began to unhook his belt. He stepped back. "What the hell do
you think you're doing?"
"Brad," she replied matter-of-factly, "I am preparing you for
your paddling. I raised Miss Flanders' skirt when I paddled
her, so I must remove your trousers." She made it sound so
reasonable that he found himself acquiescing as she unzipped his
pants and drew them down to his knees.
Standing before this woman whom he found increasingly
attractive, Brad was red-faced. His erection poked out from his
white briefs so prominently that Hanna couldn't possibly NOT
notice how aroused she was making him. But without a
moment's hesitation, she rolled up her dress, so as to protect
it from wrinkling, and then pulled the man right across her
shapely bare thighs.
Brad felt extremely odd as he lay across this woman's lap
waiting for her to swat his upturned ass with a paddle. Was
it possible that she didn't feel his hard cock pushing against
her? He wondered how SHE felt as she looked at his ass displayed
before her. Crack! His body was racked with an incredible
burning sensation across the right cheek of his ass.
"Yeoow!" He jumped involuntarily and noticed his
dick grow in size and hardness instantly. Crack! The paddle
ignited his other ass cheek. Brad cried out, but oddly
enough, the sensation in his ballsand cock was far more
intense than was the pain of his spanked bottom. Crack! The third
swat almost made him cum. He moaned with sexual pleasure and
clutched the bare thighs of his tormenter in an involuntary
sexual advance and kissed them.
Brad's boss answered her employee's attention by pulling
his briefs down and swatting his bare ass twice in rapid
succession.
"Oh my God!" he moaned as his now red ass glowed and sent an
indescribable tingling to the root of his balls. Suddenly he
felt a hand gripping the elongated shaft of his stiff
penis. Hanna was stroking and pulling his firm, rock hard.
Swat! As she jerked him off, she brought the paddle down hard on
his already flushed bare butt, lost in her own sexual frenzy.
Driven to the point of climax, Brad pulled Hanna to the floor
and reached under her dress to pull down her panties. Instead,
his hands felt the soft, cool flesh of her round hips. Brad
was too immersed in pleasure to consider the significance of
this at that moment. He zealousy pulled her dress up
above her waist and kissed her bush before separating her legs
and thrusting his unyielding staff into her passion-moisten
cunt. She moaned as he penetrated her and stretched her legs wider
to improve his access to her fiery pit.
Pumping violently between her legs, he was quickly racked by
the incredible pleasure of shooting his sperm into his boss's squeezing
slit. His mouth covered hers in a wet, lustful
kiss.
"Miss Landers just kicked her legs and crad," the executive
uttered hoarsely between kisses.
THE BEGINNING
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