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This is a story about a sexual FANTASY written for consenting adults. If 
you're not both of those, don't read it.  Characters in a FANTASY don't 
get sick or die unless I want them to. In real life, people who don't 
use condoms and other safe-sex techniques do get sick and die. You don't 
live in a FANTASY so be safe.  The fictional characters in my stories 
are trained and experienced in acts of FANTASY - don't try to do what 
they do - someone could get hurt.

If you think you know somebody who resembles any of the characters here, 
congratulations, but you're wrong - any similarity between the 
characters in this story and any real person is purely coincidental, 
since all of these characters are figments of my dirty little imagination.

This is my story, not yours. Don't sell it or put it on a pay site. You 
can keep it and/or give it away with all of this information intact, but 
if you make money off of it, you're breaking the law and pissing me off.
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The companies in these stories are fictitious.  Any resemblance to real 
companies, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
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Success, Inc.: Case 201 - ABC, Inc. (FF, oral, anal, toys, best)
(C)Copyright 2004 - Shakes Peer2B
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"You've read the contract?" his voice was brusque, businesslike, not 
quite what she'd expected after reading the fine print in that contract. 
  She half expected a few snickers, or at least a leer.

"Yes," Melody paused searching for words, "your methods are, to say the 
least, unconventional! Do you really expect me to sign a contract like 
this? Something like that belongs in an adult book store, not in 
corporate offices!"

"Am I to understand that you no longer wish to do business with our 
firm?" he started stuffing papers back into his attache case.

"I didn't say that!" Melody had negotiated a lot of tough deals on her 
climb to CEO of ABC, but nothing like this had ever come across her 
desk. "There are just a few points with which I wish to take issue, 
particularly in the more... pornographic sections!"

"The contract is non-negotiable." he stopped stuffing papers long enough 
to look her in the eye, "We have not achieved a %100 success rate, with 
0% recidivism by allowing our clients to dictate the terms of the 
agreement. You hire us because we are the experts. If you cannot accept 
the terms of our agreement, we cannot help you."

Melody took a moment to reflect on her position.  She had worked hard to 
get where she was. CEO of an up-and-coming tech firm was no mean feat 
for a woman. Now, though, it was all falling apart around her.  When the 
dot-com bubble burst, it had hit ABC hard, and if she couldn't find a 
way to turn things around, her career would be in the toilet.  That 
glass ceiling that she had fought so hard to break through on the way up 
would be no impediment at all on the way down. She had tried everything 
to turn the company around, but the economy and an increasingly hostile 
board had conspired to turn every effort into disaster.

Then her old college roommate had told her about Success, Inc. She 
wouldn't go into great detail, but the roommate did say that, although 
their methods were unorthodox (strangely, she blushed when she said 
that), their record of successes was unblemished.  Having read the terms 
of the contract, Melody now understood why her roommate had blushed 
about this unconventional consulting firm's methods. Her biggest problem 
now was deciding whether her success, and her company's, was worth the 
price.

"You realize that what you're asking me to sign is little short of 
selling myself into sexual slavery!" she argued with the man as he 
snapped the latches shut on his attache.

"'Indentured servant' is probably a better metaphor." He replied without 
humor, "We need to know that you are 100% committed to the success of 
this program, but the steps for redeeming yourself and 'buying' your way 
out of indenture are clearly laid out within the program. Once you have 
taken personal responsibility for your company, you will begin seeing 
some changes. As you progress, and achieve program milestones, the 
demands on your body will be reduced accordingly, until you are once 
again in charge of your fate."

Melody was up a creek without a paddle and she knew it. It was this or 
the shit-heap, career-wise. Still, she looked for a small glimmer of hope.

"And if I change my mind later?" she asked.

"The contract is unbreakable." he said, "Our attorneys have spent many 
hundreds of hours poring over the language to ensure that. Once 
committed, you must complete the program. It will be difficult for you, 
Ms. Carter, but running a corporation is not supposed to be easy.  In 
the end, however, you will be in great demand as a CEO, here and 
throughout your industry."

"I guess I really have no choice..." she dragged the discarded sheaf of 
papers reluctantly toward her.

"Certainly you have a choice." the consultant said, "One always has 
choices.  Sometimes, taking the more difficult path is the best choice, 
sometimes it's not.  If you become our client, we will help you 
understand how those decisions can be made rationally."

Reluctantly, Melody scrawled her signature on the bottom of the last 
page, and initialed each page of the contract.

He signed in the appropriate blank and handed the sheaf of papers to the 
silent, black-clad young lady next to him. Without a word, she left the 
office.

"So what happens now?" Melody asked, not sure she wanted to know.

"Here are the principles under which your corporation will operate from 
now on, with detailed explanations of the reasons for each item." He 
slid another sheaf of papers across her desk, "Memorize them, understand 
them, commit to them, then sell them to your Board of Directors."

Melody started scanning the papers as the consultant sat silently across 
from her. The first page contained a list of ten items. Many were just 
common sense things, though she had to admit that ABC had not followed 
some of them. Others would be a tough sell, but she thought she could 
pull it off without too many changes.

As she was scanning the other pages, the black-clad young lady returned 
with the original contract and two copies. She slid one across the desk 
to Melody, handed the original to the consultant, and placed the second 
copy in her own attache case.

"This is Ms. Owens," the consultant said, opening his case to insert the 
signed contract, "she is the associate assigned to your case. She will 
implement the stage one protocol."

With a final snap of latches on his black leather attache, the 
consultant turned on his heel and was gone. Ms. Owens followed him to 
the door, locked it, and returned to stand, arms crossed, looking down 
at Melody.

"Strip!"

Melody, shocked, stared uncromprehendingly at the tall blonde woman 
before her. NO ONE orders the CEO of a company to strip!

When she didn't move, Ms. Owens went to her rolling case and removed a 
riding crop. Without another word, she slashed the crop hard against the 
side of Melody's left breast.  The brunette cried out and covered the 
spot where she was struck with her left hand.

"Strip!" the woman's voice hadn't changed.

"You can't do this!" Melody cried, "Get out of my office!"

SLAP! The crop slashed across the inside of her right breast.

"You've read the contract. For the next few months, you have no say over 
what happens in this office. Strip!" still the young blonde's voice was 
unchanged.

"B-but, I thought...!" Melody stammered, aghast. What had she gotten 
herself into?

SMACK! A patch of her sensitive inner thigh flesh turned white at the 
impact then flushed deep red.

"The problem, Ms. Carter," said the impassive blonde, "is that you 
DIDN'T think! You have run this company by rote ever since you were 
chosen as its CEO! Never once did you turn your brain on and THINK about 
what you were doing! Now strip, or I will get the whip and shred that 
fine Saks outfit you're wearing right off your back!"

Faced with the reality of what she had agreed to, Melody stood and 
removed her blouse and skirt, placing them neatly on her chair.  Thanks 
to her daily workouts on the treadmill in the corner of her office, she 
still had a figure to be proud of. She turned defiantly, in bra and 
panties, to face her tormentor.

WHAP! The crop left a patch of fire on her right flank.

"Strip!" Ms. Owens reiterated.

Flushing to the tips of her toes, Melody reluctantly unhooked her 
brassiere and freed her firm, generous breasts from its confinement, 
then slipped her lace panties down her long, slender legs.

With a sweep of her arm, Ms. Owens cleared the top of the mahogany desk, 
knocking phone, picture frames and papers to the carpet.

"Up!" she commanded, "On your back!"

In tears Melody slowly complied, earning another couple of blows from 
the crop to speed her up.

"This punishment session is for your irresponsibility in running the 
company with which you were entrusted into the ground." the blonde said, 
removing her jacket to reveal a black bustier with red piping underneath.

"Your first lesson: How did your company come to be in its current 
predicament?" Ms. Owens demanded.

"Th-the economy collapsed with the dot-com bubble... ARGH!" Melody's 
explanation ended in a screech as the crop landed hard on her right 
nipple. She started to raise her hands to protect her sensitive breasts 
only to have them beaten back to her sides by the crop.

"Those are external stimuli, not causes. Causes come from action or 
inaction within the company." the blonde intoned in a classroom voice. 
"That is lesson number one. Lesson number two: The CEO is responsible 
for whatever happens within the company. When she fails to take the 
proper action, she causes pain and suffering for all. Under our 
guidance, you, as CEO, will now feel that pain personally each time you 
fail in your responsibility to your company. It is your responsibility 
to accept it and take appropriate action to correct whatever problems 
arise from your irresponsibility. For not bothering to understand the 
true causes of your company's problems, ten lashes with the riding crop. 
For failure to accept responsibility for them, one night with Hector!"

With arm raised for the first blow, Owens said, "Remember, this is 
punishment you earned. Accept it and it will go easier on you.  Try to 
protect yourself from it, and you will wish you had never been promoted 
to this position!"

With that, the first blow landed on Melody's quaking abdomen. Her arms 
started to rise involuntarily, and with a tremedous effort of will, she 
forced them back to her sides.

"Count!" the blonde demanded.

"One!" Melody screamed, "Two!"

The second blow found the sensitive flesh just to the right of her pussy.

Melody grabbed the edges of the desk, holding on for dear life as blow 
after blow struck her most tender spots, screaming her throat raw at the 
unaccustomed pain. Even as a little girl, she had never been spanked, 
and this agony was a totally new experience for her!

"Eight!" she cried, as the crop landed hard on her clit, "NINE! TEN!"

The last two blows followed in the same location, setting Melody's 
tender pussy on fire! To her surprise, she found her hips rising to meet 
the last blow as her orgasm started to build within her... only to be 
cut short by the cascade of ice water from the pitcher that Owens held 
above her cringing body!

"This is for your benefit, Ms. Carter," she said evenly, "but not your 
pleasure - at least not yet!"

Melody, sobbing and shivering, started to rise from the puddle on her 
desk, but the blonde restrained her with the crop under her chin.

"There is one more thing we need to do before you go to prepare your 
board presentation." she said, taking a small zippered case from her 
rolling bag. "I suggest you keep your grip on the edges of the desk."

With the supreme efficiency of long practice, she swabbed Melody's 
breasts with alcohol, then quickly pierced each nipple and installed a 
heavy-duty stainless steel ring in each.

Melody had barely time to utter a "Wha-!" before she was done.  Her 
utterance when Ms. Owens pierced her clit doesn't bear repeating here...

"Report to this address tonight at 9:00PM." Owens said, handing her a 
plain white card, "Do not be late.  Only one client in the history of 
our company has ever dared ignore these instructions. He became a 
stickler for punctuality after a night as a mare in the stud barn. Your 
board presentation is at 8:00AM Monday morning.  I suggest you spend 
every free moment between now and then in preparation."

With that, she replaced the contents of her small case and placed it in 
the zippered pocket of her rolling case. Donning her jacket, she left, 
pulling the rolling case with one hand and carrying her attache with the 
other.  Melody's administrative assistant stared open-mouthed through 
the door that Owens left open.

"Ms. Carter?" the astonished admin asked, "Are you alright? Do you want 
me to call the police?"

"NO!" then, softening her voice, Melody said, "Please, Jennifer, come in 
and lock the door, will you? I guess I've got some explaining to do."

The explanation took longer than she had hoped, but in the end, Jennifer 
swore to keep her secret.

At 8:57PM Melody Knocked on the door of the office at the specified 
address, then tried the handle. It didn't budge.

"Why are you here, Ms. Carter?" a disembodied voice asked.

"I was, um, told to come here..." she began, only to be cut off.

"We know that, Ms. Carter! Why were you told to come here?"

"Its, um, part of my program..." again she was cut off.

"We know that too, Ms. Carter!" the voice said impatiently, "Why are you 
here?"

Suddenly she realized that this was part of the teaching process - that 
they wanted a specific answer...

"I, uh, I am to be punished for failing to accept responsibility for the 
impending failure of my company." she mumbled.

The door clicked, and a light push opened it inward. "That is a 
beginning, Ms. Carter. See that you continue."

Two men and Ms. Owens awaited her inside.

"Strip." Ms. Owens said, not harshly, but again she held the riding crop.

Hesitant in front of the men, but not wanting a repeat of this 
afternoon's scene, Melody did as she was told.  When she was naked, 
Owens clipped a bifurcated leash to her new nipple rings and led her by 
her tits into an adjoining room.  A large Rottweiler sniffed eagerly in 
her direction as Owens led her to the center of a vinyl covered padded 
area and made her kneel face down over a small padded bench.

"That's Hector." Owens indicated the Rottweiler, "He will be your lover 
tonight."

Melody started to protest but it changed to startled shriek as the crop 
landed hard on her buttocks.

"What is lesson number two, Ms. Carter?" the blonde asked, impassively.

"The CEO..." she gasped, "...I am responsible for what happens in my 
company!"

"Very good, Ms. Carter." Owens said as she clipped short chains from the 
bench to the rings in Melody's nipples, "Tonight's session is to ensure 
that you NEVER forget that!"

Melody, quaking uncontrollably, heard the dog's chains rattle as one of 
the men released him. Idly, as she waited in dread for what was to come, 
she wondered why there was a drain in the floor of the vinyl covered area.

Hector was well trained and VERY experienced with these hairless 
bitches, and had come to enjoy them almost as much as his own kind. 
They didn't grip his knot as tightly, but he still got satisfactorily 
locked inside their soft, tender bodies, and that was all that counted. 
Even the strange noises they made as he planted his seed deep inside 
them couldn't distract him from the pleasure of his contracting 
ejaculatory glands!

This one didn't smell quite as bad as some of the others he'd had. At 
least she wasn't covered with those odiferous chemicals, but until he 
got his nose deep in her sex, her smell was muted, as though all the 
scent had been washed off.  Between her hind legs though, he smelled the 
real animal, along with her fear and arousal. No matter. She had the 
proper equipment, and would soon be covered in his scent.

Melody shrieked in panic as Hector's blunt snout plugged into her pussy 
and snuffled about. The dog wasn't much on foreplay, but he had 
discovered that if he covered his snout with the bitch's scent, it would 
stay with him throughout their coupling and help mask the other strange 
smells.

For good measure, the dog snuffled about her ass for a few seconds, as 
well, wondering why he could only smell a hint of her shit. No matter. 
His snout was well coated with the bitch's scent and he was ready.

Melody whimpered when she felt the enormous animal's weight on her back, 
then gasped in panic as the wet pointed tip of its dripping cock poked 
repeatedly about her thighs and buttocks!  At first she hoped he 
wouldn't be able to find the right spot, but Hector was experienced with 
these bitches and knew how to position himself for entry, he just wanted 
to leave enough of his scent around the hole that any other dog would 
know whose bitch this was.

"Please!" Melody cried, "I can't do this! Isn't there some other way? 
This is just too much!"

"Your irresponsible handling of your company has summarily yanked the 
livelihood from more than two hundred people whose only crime was to 
give you their days, nights, and weekends." Owens hissed "Do you think 
THEY might have protested as you screwed THEM? Think of Hector as the 
spirit of all those layed-off employees coming back to give you what you 
gave them!"

Hector, done with the foreplay, cocked his hips and drove his engorged 
red shaft all the way in, then held it there as he shifted his hind feet 
to get a better purchase.

Melody cried in pain and fear as the dog's cock speared her cringing 
pussy, while Owens' words seared her brain!

"You got your MBA at Haas in Berkeley, didn't you Ms. Carter?" Owens 
asked conversationally, as Hector started vigorously pumping his 
enormous rod into her little-used tunnel.

"Yes!" Melody hissed, through teeth clenched in pain.

"Did they teach you that your actions and inactions have consequences?" 
the Blonde asked.

"Yes, but..." Melody gasped.

Hector's knot started to swell, bumping rapidly through the CEO's 
overstretched opening.

"...but they didn't teach you that YOU would be responsible for the 
financial ruin of hundreds of investors and employees, did they?" Owens 
asked.

Melody shook her head violently as Hector's fiery shaft began to swell 
near the base and the knot began shuttling back and forth through her 
abused opening. "No!"

"Have you read the materials I left with you this afternoon, Ms. 
Carter?" The blonde might have been sitting in a board room, for all the 
emotion that her voice carried.

"Yes, ungh! Briefly!" Melody grunted as Hector's knot finally lodged in 
the entrance to her pussy, unable to come out.

"What is principle number three?"

Melody had to concentrate to remember what she had read - a hard thing 
to do while she was being royally reamed by the enormous hound.

"Un! Uh, 'We will develop and, uh, nurture a corporate conscience, 
treating customers, vendors, investors and employees with honor and 
respect.'" Melody chanted.

"What does that mean to you, Ms. Carter?" Owens squatted next to her, 
staring intently at her face.

Melody had to think about that one even more.  So far her perusal of 
those 'principles' had been mere rote memorization.

The dog's knot and cock were shuttling rapidly back and forth inside 
her, and suddenly, as she tried to formulate an answer, she found 
herself building toward orgasm! She was about to cum while being fucked 
by a dog!

That realization hit her just before the stream of cold water blasted 
her face, immediately extinguishing the impending explosion! Now the 
reason for the drain was obvious! She should have guessed!

"I'm still waiting for an answer, Ms. Carter." Owens still squatted 
before her, impassive.

"It means, uh, that, uh we, uh deal fairly with everyone." she 
spluttered, shaking droplets of ice water from her face, "but we already 
do that! We haven't broken any labor laws or violated the terms of our 
contracts!"

"What do those have to do with conscience, Ms. Carter?" Owens asked.

"Well, we've treated everyone as well as they could expect under the 
law..." Melody wondered where these questions were leading.

"You are Catholic, are you not, Ms. Carter?"

"Yes..."

"Do you think your God would agree that you had treated people fairly?" 
Ms. Owens held Melody's gaze with a steely stare.

Guiltily, she let her gaze fall, mumbling, "No, but it was necessary for 
the business..."

"Was it, Ms. Carter?" Owens asked heavily, "Did all that pain and 
suffering you caused the people who invested their time and money - 
their very lives - in your company, actually help the company in the end?"

"Ungh! No!" Melody grunted under Hector's assault.

"In point of fact, Ms. Carter," Owens lectured, "when the job market 
started turning around, your best people left to work elsewhere, didn't 
they?"

Melody nodded, gasping, her brain trying to grapple with the dialogue 
while the damn dog kept driving her crazy!

"And all those vendors you screwed when you were big, with the usurious 
discounts you forced on them, have now found other customers and give 
your orders short shrift, while most of those customers to whom you sold 
your hastily QA'd product are now buying from competitors, yes?" Owens 
was only inches from Melody's face as she drove those shameful facts 
home with the same vehemence that Hector drove his cock into her.

"Yes, damnit!" Melody screamed, "Yes! We... I screwed up! What do you 
want from me?"

"You just gave it to me, Melody." Owens replied. She glanced at the man 
waiting with his hand on the water valve and gave a slight nod.

Melody's mind fell back to the enormous cock ravaging her pussy as Owens 
stood, and she began to believe that she deserved to be a dog's bitch 
for the way she had allowed the people who stood to help her company the 
most to be treated. Suddenly, her tunnel clutched at the enormous club 
of flesh that pounded it, and she came, cringing in anticipation of the 
flood of cold water that never materialized.

All night long, Melody served as Hector's bitch. He fucked her pussy and 
ass with equal abandon, not caring about her, only his desire to 
impregnate her. Through it all, Owens lectured and questioned, and 
drilled her on the principles that she was to present to the board on 
Monday.  When Owens was pleased with her progress, she was allowed to 
cum, but she received many more icy baths than orgasms.

Saturday, Melody slept most of the day. Whenever she woke to eat or use 
the bathroom, she found herself mulling over the lessons drilled into 
her during her all night session with Hector.

Sunday, she studied the materials given her by the SI consultant.  As 
she pored over them in light of her experience with Owens and the dog, 
she began to realize that each of those points not only made sense, but 
if followed long enough should make her company a solid, unassailable 
fixture in almost any market.

Ms. Owens said nothing as she took a seat outside the boardroom Monday 
morning. The message was clear: this task was hers to complete, but she 
would answer to Owens when it was done.  Melody squared her shoulders 
and marched in to face a board that had lost faith in her, hoping she'd 
be able to persuade them.

At 11:30, she emerged, smiling.

"Good news!" she said to Ms. Owens' impassive countenance, "They 
accepted all ten points with only minor revisions to a couple of them!"

Unspeaking, Owens rose from her chair and walked into Melody's office, 
waiting at the door for the CEO to enter. The lock clicked ominuously 
shut behind her, and Melody's mood suddenly evaporated.  Owens bent her 
over the desk and raised her skirt.

"Do you understand the principles we have recommended to you?" She asked 
mildly.

"Oh yes!" Melody replied enthusiastically, "And I agree with them! After 
studying them and the reasoning behind them I can now see where we've 
gone wrong in the past!"

"Tell me about principle number six, Ms. Carter." Owens ordered as she 
pulled Melody's lacy panties down to her knees.

"'We do not compromise on Quality.'" she quoted, trembling, "That has 
been one of our big downfalls in the past.  We would release a product 
with bugs to meet market windows, only to lose customers because they 
didn't want to do our QA for us!"

"You can quote the principle, and you understand how it relates to your 
products," Owens said, "But you haven't understood how it relates to 
your own work.  To make that point I'm giving you ten lashes. Then you 
will return and get agreement from your board to institute the 
principles as written. Success, Inc. has honed these principles over 
many years and we will not have them contaminated by a group of people 
who have had no more than three hours or so to study them, and have such 
an abysmal track record when it comes to deciding how a company should 
be run."

"But they're only minor changes!" Melody wailed, "You haven't even seen 
them!"

"I don't need to see them, Ms. Carter." Owens said, "They are wording 
changes. Attempts to change the clear, unequivocal language of the 
original to weasel words that leave loopholes in the interpretation of 
the principle statements."

Startled, Melody looked over her shoulder at her tormentor. "H-How did 
you know?!"

"We have been in this business for a number of years, Ms. Carter." Owens 
replied, "Now prepare yourself."

Melody gritted her teeth as the first lash fell, then remembering, 
grunted "One!"

"Very good, Ms. Carter!" Owens said, "I was afraid I'd have to up the 
count to remind you!"

"Two!"

...

"TEN!" Melody cried, and started to rise, but Owens' hand on her back 
kept her bent over the desk.

"When you go back in there, I don't want you to forget what you're there 
for." Owens said.

With that, she slipped a large, lubricated butt plug up Melody's ass 
before leaving her.  She locked the door behind her as she left this time.

Melody briefly considered removing the plug, but decided against it. 
That Owens bitch was sure to check.

She washed her face and replaced her tear-smeared makeup. 'I'm getting 
good at that.' she reflected as she stared at her reddened eyes in the 
mirror.

'How the hell am I going to do this?!' she asked herself, but even as 
the thought formed, she knew the answer. Walking awkwardly with the bulk 
of the plastic plug stuck up her behind, Melody made her way back to the 
Boardroom. She didn't look at Ms. Owens as she passed, but, strangely, 
felt bouyed by her presence.

It was a bitter duel, but she knew now what to say, not because Owens 
had given her the words, but she felt the rightness of it deep in her 
soul. If she had felt this way about the products she marketed on her 
way up, Melody reflected, her company's sales would have been through 
the roof!

"Let's face it, ladies and gentlemen," she paced at the head of the 
table as she addressed the board after an hour of debating back and 
forth, "WE, and I include myself more than anyone in that, have not made 
the best decisions when it comes to keeping ABC sound.  The authors of 
these principles have an impressive record of success, but that's not 
why we need to accept the original wording."

Leaning both hands on the conference table, Melody's gaze caught and 
held each of the board members' briefly.

"We accept the original wording," she said slowly, "because we need to 
stop giving ourselves excuses for failure."

There were guilty looks passed around the table, and one by one, they 
looked at Melody and nodded.

"Madame Chairman," Melody said, keeping her voice neutral, despite her 
elation, "Will you please call the vote?"

Fifteen minutes later, Melody found herself lying naked on her desk 
again, but this time Owens knelt between her legs and removed the butt 
plug.  To the CEO's utter astonishment and delight, the blonde bent and 
kissed her square on her dripping pussy! With obvious relish, Ms. Owens 
slipped two fingers into her gaping ass, and two into her slippery 
tunnel, then devoured her aching clit!

With total abandon, Owens licked and nibbled at Melody's sensitive 
clitoris while two fingers massaged her G-spot! The long slender fingers 
in her butt explored its every nook and cranny with delightful curiosity!

"UNNNNGGGHH!" Melody moaned, squirming on the desk, "AAAAGGGHHH!!"

Her first orgasm shook her to her roots, but Owens wasn't finished with her.

"Count!" she ordered, grinning evilly from between the CEO's legs.

"One!" Melody replied automatically, in a shaky voice.

A few moments later...

"TWO!"

...

"FIVE!" Melody gasped, nearly exhausted.

"You have taken a big step today, Melody." Ms. Owens said as she wiped 
her mouth and hands with a tissue, "Now you must remember what you said, 
what you learned, and what it means."

__________

"You're kidding, right?" the reaction from her VP of development was not 
much different than those of her other direct reports had been, but 
Melody held his gaze without smiling.

"You're crazy if you think I'm going to sign something that gives you 
permission to spank me when I screw up!" the VP ranted, "I'm not a 
child, and I won't give you permission to treat me like one!"

Melody gathered the papers and rose, "Actually, it's a little more 
severe than spanking, but, suit yourself.  Have your desk cleaned out by 
close of business."

"What?" she thought he was about to have a heart attack, his face got so 
red, "Listen, Bitch! I'm not going anywhere! I'll take this to the board 
and they'll have you out of here in two minutes flat!"

"I've already cleared it with the board, but if you wish to show them 
personally how little commitment you have to this company's success, 
Jennifer will make the appointment for you." Melody tried to emulate Ms. 
Owens' emotionless delivery as she continued gathering papers, "In the 
meantime, get your desk cleaned out. We'll need it for your replacement."

"Just like that?" desperation showed in his voice, now. He had been 
working his network and it had become increasingly clear that he was 
underqualified for the position he held, having been promoted rapidly 
during the company's heyday, "No negotiation? No wiggle room after seven 
years of loyal service?"

"You have two ways to go here, Bill." Melody said seriously, "You can 
sign the new agreement, and stay on under the terms laid out therein, or 
you can resign.  I hope you will choose to stay, but I can't have direct 
reports who aren't accountable for their actions or inaction.  By taking 
this path, you have a chance to develop into the kind of executive who 
should be in your position, but to do that, you have to learn to accept 
responsibility for your entire department. No excuses, no slack."

"I learned in the military that you can delegate authority, but not 
responsibility," Bill said, "so why are you trying to lay this on me?"

"I'm not delegating responsibility to you, Bill." Melody replied calmly, 
"When the board wants to know who's responsible for a failure in the 
company, I'll be raising my hand, but when I want to know who's 
responsible for a failure in Development, it had better be YOUR hand 
that goes up, understood?"

Bill nodded, mulling over in his mind what he was hearing. It was 
absolutely crazy. Nobody in his right mind would go along with this, and 
yet...

His engineering brain churned out the pros and cons, trying to predict 
outcomes, and, to his surprise, he found himself believing that it just 
might work, but could he subject himself to this?

"Tell me something, Melody," he asked, "when YOUR hand goes up, what 
kind of punishment do YOU get?"

Melody grimaced and he could see the shadow behind her eyes that told 
him more than her words, "You don't want to know, Bill, but if you ever 
find yourself in my position, you'd better hope you've learned your 
lessons well BEFORE you get promoted."

He searched her face for any sign of subterfuge, but the haunted look 
was all he could see, as of things remembered that she'd rather not face.

Slowly, reluctantly, he pulled his new employment contract from the 
stack of papers in front of his boss. After he had initialed each page 
and signed, she signed and handed the stack to Jennifer, who 
disappeared, locking the door behind her.

"You will need to find appropriate punishments for YOUR direct reports 
when you give them THEIR new employment agreements, Bill." Melody said, 
fishing in the large bag she carried for something, "But it's 
appropriate that greater punishments accompany greater responsibility."

So saying, she pulled something that looked like a flattened cricket bat 
from her bag. The long, flat, oak board was about four inches wide, and 
had a series of one inch holes drilled at close intervals along its length.

"Bend over your desk, Bill." she said, in Owens' voice.

"Hey! Wait a minute!" Bill protested, "Isn't this sexual harrassment or 
something?"

"Not when its equally applied and everyone to whom it applies has agreed 
to its application." she replied, "The lawyers have been over it, now I 
need you to BEND OVER."

"But...!" Bill sputtered, he'd had some idea about being able to talk 
his way out of this, and now reality was setting in, "Can't we...?!"

The look on her face told him her answer before he finished asking, and 
he grimaced and leaned his hands on the surface of his desk.

"For failing in your responsibility to our customers and to our company, 
Ten strokes." The CEO intoned.

"Count!" Melody ordered, and with more force than the big man thought 
possible from such a small woman, she brought the paddle down hard on 
his ass.

"ARGH! One!" he said.

...

"NINE!"

"TEN! DAMN that HURTS!" Bill cried as the last blow fell.

"Hey, count your blessings." Melody said sardonically, "You're the last 
one, and my arms are getting tired!"

"Seriously, Bill, you need to read and internalize those principles I 
gave you." The CEO continued, "We can no longer afford the kinds of 
screw ups that got us here, and those principles will put us on the road 
to success."

"Hey, anything to keep you from tanning my ass again!" Bill replied 
ruefully, rubbing his flaming behind under his trousers, "I haven't had 
a whipping like that since I was a little kid!"

******One Year Later******

"This, UH, is the best, UH, quarter we've, UH, had in years!" Melody 
exulted as she pumped the dildo hard into Ms. Owen's receptive ass, 
"Though I'm a little surprised that you actually consented to this!"

"I'm just as, Ugh, committed, Ugh, to the Principles, Ugh, of Success, 
Ugh, as you, Melody!" Owens replied as her breasts rolled on the 
desktop, "I made a commitment to you as my client, and I keep my 
commitments!"

"So this completes the initial phase of the contract?" Melody asked 
still slamming into the bent-over blonde.

"Yes, UGH!" the blonde replied, her soft, pale cheeks jiggling under 
Melody's assault, "Now we go into the maintenance phase! ARRRGGGHH!"

Melody savored the consultant's orgasm as the base of the dildo 
stimulated her clit. Her pleasure was more in the very fact that, after 
all these months of suffering at the hands of this bitch, she now had 
Owens under her thumb!  The fact that it was contractual did nothing to 
diminish her satisfaction.  If anything, having survived the months of 
discipline and having seen, no - having BEEN RESPONSIBLE FOR - her 
company's climb back toward success, and getting this blonde witch's ass 
as her reward was extra satisfying for her!

As she watched Owens squirm through another orgasm on her dildo, she 
briefly contemplated the water pitcher on the desk but decided against 
it.  After all, Ms. Owens had done what she committed to do, and 
deserved a little reward of her own.

As that thought crossed her mind, Melody realized just how far she had 
progressed in the last year or so.  She was now, truly, a CEO! With that 
thought, her eyes closed and her pelvis ground against the blonde's 
buttocks. As the dildo stirred the consultant's guts, its base rubbed at 
her clit, and she shrieked through her climax, squeezing Owens' breasts 
as her own mounds flattened against the other woman's back!

"Now remember," Owens said later, as she stood at the locked door of the 
office, "We'll be back every three months for audits, so mind you 
continue as you have been!"

Melody smiled, then a thought occurred to her, "Ms. Owens..."

"Daphne, please, Melody."

"Daphne, then." Melody said, "I'm curious. You've done a good job with 
us, I'm sure your company will agree.  What is to be YOUR reward?"

A wicked smile spread across the blonde's face as she replied: "A night 
with Hector - without the water hoses!"

Melody gasped, startled by the idea that the other woman would choose 
Hector as a reward, and at the gush of wetness between her own legs...!

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