This short story is an entry in the 2003 Soc.Sexuality.Spanking Summer Short Story Contest and is copyright by the author and commercial use is prohibited without permission. Personal/private copies are permitted only if complete including the copyright notice. The author would appreciate your comments
Category: Line
Executive Decision
By
Rosy B. Goode <RosyB.Goode@newsguy.com>
Dorothea was perfectly lovely... until she smiled. There was something innately evil in her smile. Something very cold and very hot at the same time, fierce and primal, like the cat-smile of a cheetah, as it bends for that first hot, pulsing, rending bite.
Burton Hensley knew that smile. The very thought of it sent shivers down his spine, and his knees beneath the conference table went suddenly weak and trembly. Involuntarily his buttocks clenched as he remembered the last time he had seen her smile. That half hour spent over her desk, desperately clutching the far side as her thin leather belt welted and seared his burning naked ass and thighs, was etched indelibly into his consciousness, though the welts and bruises had long faded.
It had seemed like an eternity, yet once finished it seemed almost over too soon, as if he'd been brought a long way to an awesome gateway and then been turned away with the barest glimpse of the land beyond. As the raw welts had faded, his curiosity had grown. Though a part of him quivered with horrified dread at the thought, this curiosity had grown into an obsession. He had to see that smile again. He had to know.
She sat at the head of the conference table, so cool and pure, like a porcelain cameo. Burton's palms were starting to sweat, almost overwhelmed by the enormity of his plan. If he hadn't been so careful to burn his bridges behind him, he would have been tempted to back out, but there was no way to give a report that he didn't have, particularly since he had put off doing the research and didn't have the necessary figures. His stomach churned.
The person next to him sat down, and Dorothea Hamilton, senior executive of Hamilton, Buxton and Lencho, Inc., turned her perfect porcelain gaze towards Burton Hensley. "Mr. Hensley, can you please give us the report on the Machiko account?"
His face flamed into a fierce blush. Despite his best attempt to keep his voice firm, he stammered. "Uhummm... I... I d-d-don't have the report finished yet, Mrs. Hamilton. I'm sorry ma'am. I meant to get it done, but I just ran out of time somehow. I'll have it by tomorrow."
Calmly she considered this statement for a moment that seemed very long to poor fluttering and clenching Burton Hensley. Then she spoke. "Very well, Mr. Hensley. I had thought you more dedicated to this firm than that, but we will just have to wait until tomorrow for your report. I am, however, disappointed in your performance in the matter. I want you to report to my office at five PM to discuss your failure to take your job as seriously as you should."
"Yes ma'am," Burton agreed. It took the last bit of his faltering willpower to meet her gaze, but he had to know, he had to see.
She met his gaze calmly... and then she smiled.
The End
© Copyright Rosy B. Goode, 25 June 2003
Reviews
Jessie
I enjoyed reading this story; it has very nice word play and displays innate talent being well-honed into a fine skill. Nice build-up, good pacing, and very good use of the first line.
Jon <mrheadmstr(at)aol(dot)com>
The author gets a bit florid with hir metaphors for my taste, but that quibble aside has produced a setting the stage story which will undoubtedly cause butterflies in certain stomachs when read. The use of the narrative format for most of the story allows the scene to be fully set, and the inner thoughts of the protagonist to be revealed. The Top in question though, is very thinly drawn compared to the Bottom. A more equal description of the two principals might have made the story feel fuller. Tough to do in only 500 words, but it can be done.
Brad <b_radleym(at)yahoo(dot)com(dot)au>
First-rate description of the two main characters such that you can imagine both of them doing what they are supposed to be doing. The characters are so alive that their motivations and the end results become logical and inevitable.