The Carrot and the Stick (6 page)

Standing in front of the mirror again, she surveyed her image with satisfaction. Smart, fashionable, and
very
sexy, with a hint of innocent schoolgirl for anyone who chose to interpret it that way...

Then it was time for her hair; a simple ponytail, her hair pulled back and emphasising her youth and her wide-eyed appeal.

Celeste chose that moment to walk in carrying a cup of coffee for her. ‘God, you look gorgeous!' she enthused.

From the looks she attracted from men in the street, Beth knew she had chosen wisely. She received a gratifying look from Jim Tyson, too, who was on his way out as she walked through the lobby of the Rybix building. He raised a questioning eyebrow, but Beth simply smiled and walked on to the reception desk.

‘I'm here to see Mr Kearns,' she announced.

The receptionist looked at a list on the desk in front of her and told her to go straight up. Alone in the lift, Beth checked her reflection in the mirror on one wall and held crossed fingers up in front of her face. When the doors opened she was pleased to see there was no sign of Mrs Woods. Kearns himself was opening the double doors to his office - the receptionist had obviously called up to inform of her arrival.

‘Ah, Beth,' he said, welcoming her again to his inner sanctum. ‘You look... delicious. Absolutely delicious.' He closed the doors. ‘Mrs Woods has gone to lunch... a long lunch.'

She sat in the same chair as the previous day, in front of his desk, realising that her skirt, on sitting, was showing a great deal of her stockinged thighs. She surreptitiously eyed his desk for a sign of the contract.

‘Let me get you a drink,' he said, staring at her thighs. ‘After all, it is lunchtime,' he added.

She accepted a spritzer while he had a large whiskey. She leant back in her chair, sipping her drink and wondering exactly what he had in mind for her. He resumed his position of authority behind the desk and placed his glass on its uncluttered and polished surface. ‘Now...' he pondered, his eyes crawling blatantly over her lovely face, down to the white blouse, tight and smooth across her breasts, and back up to her face, ‘...where were we?'

‘The contract,' Beth replied, trying not to transmit her eagerness to secure the deal.

‘Ah yes, the contract.' He opened a drawer and withdrew a folder. ‘I have it here,' he said. ‘But first there is the question of your cooperation.'

Beth looked at him with wide eyes. ‘I'm here, aren't I?'

Kearns nodded. ‘That's the first step, yes. But there was something else, wasn't there.' He paused, letting his eyes drop again, this time down to her thighs and the teasing skirt. His eyes lifted once more. ‘The marks,' he said. ‘I had hoped I was going to inspect them again.'

‘And I had hoped,' Beth countered, ‘that I was going to inspect the company names on the contract.'

‘You're very direct for someone who has so much at stake,' Kearns observed. ‘I'll give you a clue. At the moment, the company on the contract has the initials C, C and D.'

Beth smiled. ‘Perhaps I am too direct; I told you I was naughty. May I have a peek?'

He handed her the contract and there it was, in black and white: Cross, Carstairs and Denton. Three years at six hundred thousand a year. Beth realised it was the moment of decision.

She stood up, placed the folder on the desk, and then walked around to the other side so that she faced Kearns as he swung his chair away from the desk. She stood in front of him, her head cocked slightly to one side.

‘I've been very forward and cheeky, sir,' she confessed. ‘You said I needed to be taken in hand.'

‘You have been very bad,' he said.

She nodded, and her ponytail swayed with the movement. ‘Yes sir,' she said, ‘and I deserve to be punished. I am so naughty I am always being punished.'

When he spoke his voice was thick. ‘No more than you deserve, I've no doubt,' he stated. ‘So now I am going to spank you until your bottom is cherry-red.'

‘Oh, not a spanking, sir,' she whispered huskily. ‘Oh, please no.' Then she added, ‘You won't spank me too hard, will you, sir? I'm already a little sore.'

‘That's for me to decide and for you to accept,' he insisted firmly. ‘Over my lap, with you, this instant.'

Kearns settled himself back in his chair, positioning her over his groin. It seemed he was not about to hurry something he had looked forward to so much.

She felt him pull her skirt up her infinitely slowly, tantalising himself, letting the lines of her legs lead him to the goal he sought.

‘Oh no - not my bare bottom, please sir,' Beth squealed. ‘Oh no.'

‘Oh yes,' Kearns said gruffly. ‘I need to see those marks to judge just how severe to be with you.'

She felt his interest intensify beneath her, stirring against her hip, and that stirring became a definite pressure as her white panties came into view. He pressed himself against her warmth and she knew she had chosen her clothes wisely, the aphrodisiac effect of the submissive schoolgirl look.

Beth raised her bottom slightly to allow him to ease her panties down a little. His fingers pressed against her flesh as he peeled them back off her buttocks and down her thighs. She lifted her feet one at a time, so he could take them right off. With her skirt turned up onto her back her bottom was naked - naked and vulnerable... but Kearns was definitely in no hurry.

He trailed his fingers up the back of one thigh to the fading welts on her bottom. ‘Such a naughty girl,' he said quietly to himself. He pulled at the cheeks of her bottom to inspect her anus, and then pushed her thighs apart with his hands and tickled her moist sex lips, his fingers tracing their soft dampness.

‘Such a very naughty girl,' he repeated, with greater emphasis. And with that he smacked her once. Beth let out a little squeal. She had not expected such force. His palm must have printed itself on her soft flesh, a red map in the shape of a hand on one white buttock. He smacked her again and again, a flurry of smacks, the work of an artist putting the first wash of colour over the canvas.

Beth wriggled and the tendons in her shapely legs tightened as she absorbed the pain. ‘I-I promise I'll b-be good, sir,' she stammered, the insistent lump against her hip increasing noticeably. His arousal contributed to hers and she just knew the moistness of her sex was perceptible. Then almost as if he could read her thoughts, Kearns stopped spanking her briefly and inserted one finger between her labia, sliding it back and forth against her clitoris, but Beth's moans of pleasure turned to squeals of protest as he removed his finger and resumed the spanking.

This time there were more controlled pauses between each smack, and each was carefully positioned until both cheeks had been covered from the first sculptured rising sweep at the small of her back to the junction with her thighs.

By the time he stopped again her whole bottom was on fire. With his right hand Kearns lifted her slightly off his lap, and slid his left hand under her stomach. She felt his finger burrow through her pubic hair and insinuate into her sex, the base of the finger against her eager clitoris and the tip inside her vagina. She wiggled her thighs and the sore cheeks of her bottom to allow him easier access and then pushed herself down onto the invading digit.

With his finger satisfactorily in place he resumed the spanking, beating her uncompromisingly with his right palm, the hand almost bouncing, springing up of its own accord from the resilient flesh after each stroke before he swept it down again with a crack of flesh upon flesh. Beth squealed constantly, writhing with increasing abandon on the intrusive finger. Both punisher and punished were totally absorbed in their part of the negotiations.

Then, just as Beth felt her climax was inevitable, Kearns stopped. She could hear him panting as he surveyed his handiwork. Gone were the fading marks on Beth's bottom, and in their place was mottled pink and purple flesh, flaming hot and tender to the touch. Kearns withdrew his finger from her sex and, as she eased herself up from his lap, he began to unfasten his trousers.

‘Hold on, T.J.,' Beth spoke between gasps. Her skirt had fallen back into place, but strands of hair stuck to her flushed brow and her cheeks were almost as red as her bottom. ‘A spanking, yes, but no one said anything about more than that. What sort of a girl do you think I am?'

Kearns looked stern, but he stopped what he was doing, his waistband undone and his fingers poised on his zip. He glanced at the folder on his desk, and his look said enough.

Beth had another decision to make... she reached for the folder and took an ornate fountain pen out of its holder. She pushed them both to Kearns.

‘Five years,' she said unsteadily.

‘At five per,' he replied.

‘You'll keep it at six if you want my undivided attention,' she replied.

Kearns pondered the deal for a brief moment, and then smiled grimly. He recouped what he could. ‘I want you naked first. Completely naked.'

Beth said nothing, but undid her skirt and let it drop to the floor alongside her discarded knickers. It was followed by her blouse, and then her bra, her breasts spilling free before his appreciative gaze.

‘You can leave your stockings, suspenders and shoes on,' he told her. ‘Now walk to the door and back.'

Beth did as he said, walking very slowly away from him, placing one foot in front of the other so that her punished buttocks jiggled and swung from side to side as she moved. At the door she posed coyly for him, and then returned, her full breasts swaying as her buttocks had done.

‘The contract,' she said, once back at the desk. Kearns found the referred to clause in the document and made the agreed changes in ink. ‘Initial it,' Beth said.

He did so without a word, and then sat back in his chair, waiting for her to proceed. Beth dropped to her knees in front of him and finished undoing his trousers, and gasped as she pulled down his underpants and took out his penis. What it lacked in length it certainly made up in width. She nuzzled it between her soft breasts, pressing them together with her hands so that it was surrounded by her warm and giving flesh. She rocked slowly up and down as Kearns leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes, his fingers in her hair. After a minute or two, as his breathing became faster, she felt his hands pressing her head down. She wondered if her mouth could encompass his organ, and knew she would enjoy the challenge.

She moistened it first with her tongue, licking around the head and then up and down the shaft. When it was wet enough she stretched her lips wide and slid her mouth over the tip and down its length. It was a tight fit, filling her mouth and nudging into her throat. As she breathed through her nose she let her tongue do the work, licking and sucking simultaneously, slowly at first and then with an increased tempo.

She knew it would not be long. Kearns twisted his fingers in her hair, telling her that she was a bad, bad girl, and how next time he would stick his great cock in her naughty bottom. With every word Beth twirled her tongue around the purple helmet of his penis, faster and faster, gasping for air through her nose as the saliva flooded her mouth. With one hand she grasped his balls and with the other she stroked a line from his anus to his scrotum, leading a path to her lips. Kearns tensed, moaned softly, and ejaculated deep in her throat, a spurt of warm fluid that had travelled far and at speed. Beth just had time to swallow with some difficulty before the second ejaculation shot into her mouth, as warm and salty sticky as before but with less velocity. She eased back a little, but continued to lick the purple head until it had finished its emissions and shrunk back into its foreskin.

 

Both were dressed and sitting in their respective chairs when they heard Mrs Woods enter the outer room.

Beth held the folder on her lap. ‘You know, T.J.,' she said quietly, ‘I would have sucked you off even if you didn't change the contract. So long as the contract is ours, I wouldn't have left you like that.'

Kearns chuckled, enjoying a private joke. ‘I shouldn't tell you this,' he said, ‘but I was lying to you yesterday. You were going to get the contract anyway. I just wanted to see what you would do, how far you would go.'

Walking her to the door, Kearns put his arm around her. ‘You're quite a girl, Beth. You wouldn't like a job here, I suppose, working for me?'

‘Thanks, but no thanks,' she declined. ‘I'm happy where I am; I really like it there.' Then, as an afterthought she added, ‘I might know someone who would, though.'

Kearns raised an eyebrow: ‘Someone like you?' he said suggestively.

‘Someone just as naughty as me, if that's what you mean. In fact, she's even naughtier. She needs a firm hand, the smack of real discipline.' Beth opened the door. ‘I might arrange for her to come and see you.'

In the anteroom, she handed the folder to Mrs Woods. ‘Photocopy this, please,' she said. ‘Type it up again from the photocopy. I'll take the original with me. You can fax the amendments later.'

 

‘This is the second present I've given you,' Beth said, handing the folder to Richard Cross. It was six-thirty and they were again alone in his office.