After some hiatus I have begun writing again. This is much longer than I would normally write and will come in five parts.
I stood in the lobby of the Grand Hotel, drumming my fingers on the desk. They had ‘lost’ my reservation which, I knew, would have been triple-checked before my departure by my ever-faithful assistant, Keira.
I hated this sort of incompetence and after an eleven-hour flight sitting next to the sweetest old lady in the world, and then wanting to throttle that same little old lady after the first hour; my nerves were a little worse for wear. I felt unkempt and gritty even though to anyone who chanced to look I would be immaculately presented. The crisp white blouse underneath my favourite navy pinstripe suit, blonde hair neatly coiffed at my neck and black Italian stilettos, that cost more than the girl behind the desk probably made in a week.
“Look, I need to shower, something to eat and then sleep, in that order. Now if you would kindly move things along a little faster I could get out of the clothes I have been in for the last 12 hours,” I snapped, knowing I wasn’t being very nice and no longer cared.
“Perhaps I can be of assistance,” sounded a deep voice from behind me. I whirled around and looked up to eye the stranger who eyed me back with one dark brow raised. He had not, as it happened, been talking to me so I turned back to the receptionist and ignored him.
“Ms Forster will be sharing a room with me.” said the stranger. Just how did he know my name?
“No, she bloody well won’t!” I cried.
“I made the arrangements already, and I am sure the room will meet with your approval,” he said as he turned fully towards me. Men who are about to get on my bad side shouldn’t look this good. “Your assistant, Keira, was faxed the details. I am surprised you were not apprised of the new plans.” Keira would pray for death when I get back.
“Mr…,” I started. “Jamison” he supplied. “Right, Mr Jamison, I don’t know who you think you are but this really is an intolerable proposal. I don’t know you at all and refuse to share a room with anyone, let alone someone I have never met.” My mind was working overtime, Jamison…Jamison, why was that name familiar. I was missing something big here but the long flight and my tiredness wouldn’t let my brain figure it out.
The concierge decided to join the conversation at this point. “I’m afraid there are no other rooms available. The hotel is now booked.” My head swivelled round and I pinned her with a laser eye. “What did you say?” The woman visibly moved back from the counter as if I was about to leap over it and strangle her…she wasn’t far wrong.
“Ms Forster, perhaps I wasn’t clear enough. My name is Jamison, Troy Jamison, your new business partner.” Oh. My. God. I had an overwhelming urge to punch him in the face. Instead, I took two, three, alright ten deep breaths before responding.
“Be that as it may, I still don’t see why I have to share your room. I am going to another hotel.”
“That’s ridiculous. At least come and see the room; it is a large suite with separate rooms, if it is not to your liking, then I shall personally pay for another hotel for you.”
He was being so calm and reasonable I had to acquiesce because I knew my frustration was simply due to tiredness. Besides I could tell him just what I thought once in the suite, it’s not right to cause such a scene in the lobby. I ignored the fact that I had already made a scene in the lobby.
We made our way to the 15th, it was indeed a beautiful suite with lovely décor. Large and spacious with separate lounge and dining areas, as well as two rooms at opposite ends of the suite. In fact, it was an ideal arrangement, considering we would be spending a great deal of time together on the proposals.
“It’s fine, I suppose,” was all I could muster. Our luggage was brought in at this point and Troy tipped the bellhop. I decided to head off to my room.
We both grabbed for my luggage at the same time cracking heads in the process, which only caused my ire to rise once again. I almost fell over and he grabbed me to steady me.
I pushed him away harshly and yelled, “Just leave me alone, it’s not bad enough my father decides to sell off half the company to a fucking stranger but now said stranger thinks he can manhandle me. You are very much mistaken, sir!”
And with that said I turned on my heel to go to my room leaving him standing with his mouth ajar.
Before I could take one more step I was spun around and hoisted over his shoulder.
“Sir, is exactly what you will call me from now on,” he stated and with me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, marched into my room.
He flung me down on the bed and I bounced lightly. I was quickly turned onto my stomach and dragged to the edge of the bed so my knees were on the floor. Effectively bent over the end of the bed, I struggled but he was too strong and held me down.
“Let go of me or I shall scream!” I yelled into the bed covers whilst fear and a very inappropriate response of arousal brought my body to life.
“No, you’re going to stay there and listen to someone else for a change. I am not going to harm you, I just want you to calm down and listen to what I have to say.”
“This is hardly a very dignified position to listen to someone,” I said
“You were hardly a very dignified person so the position fits. You have been nothing but rude to me and those around you since I met you. Are you always this way?” he asked sternly.
“I have been on a plane for eleven hours and all I want is a little comfort, I would have thought that wasn’t too much to ask.”
“So have I, but I have been able to remain calm and pleasant to those around me. First things first, I want you to apologise.”
“I didn’t mean it.”
“That’s not an apology Zarah.” Damn I liked the way my name sounded coming from his lips, his deep voice washing over me.
I sighed into the bed cover, “I’m sorry, I was very rude.”
“I’m sorry…what?” he asked.
I frowned, thinking, “I’m sorry…Troy?”
Then I was sure the sky had fallen down because I felt a sudden stinging sensation and it just couldn’t be what I thought it was; Troy had brought his hand down smartly on my backside and smacked me.
“Hey, what are you doing?” I tried to wriggle away but he got a firm grip on me, and before I could utter another word he had me positioned stomach down over his knee. The man was ridiculously strong.
“I’m just getting you in a position so we can have a more serious discussion. Now, you are sorry…. what?”
I wracked my brain to understand what he wanted, then remembered his half-muttered thing about sir when we entered the room. Surely, he wasn’t serious. “I’m sorry…Sir?” I asked and sighed again, just how had I ended up here? More importantly, why was I going along with it and not screaming bloody murder. This was certainly not the time to acknowledge any underlying desire to know how it felt to be spanked, no not the time at all!
“It’s a start, but I’m not sure of your sincerity. Besides you are in need of some stress management and I think I have the thing to help you with that.”
“I was sincere. Please…Sir, I am sorry for that horrible remark.” I actually was sorry, how odd that I was even allowing any of this. A part of me felt I should atone for my rudeness.
“I believe you, but I still think you are in need of something more. Will you trust me to help you with this?”
“Help me, with what?”
That earned me another smack. “Help me, with what…Sir?”
“I want permission to spank you,” he said and I wondered if he realised the irony in that he had already spanked me a couple of times. I tried to push up when I heard this. “Keep still, let me explain first. You are worn out from your flight, angry, emotional and stressed; a fair analysis?”
“Yes Sir.” No hesitation this time, I noticed.
“This may well help you, the spanking I mean. It can help release the stress. You were also very rude and that deserves punishment in itself.”
Strangely enough I did want to release the stress, and the pressures this job placed on me; perhaps this will even make me feel less guilty for being such a shrew tonight, I am not normally like this. “I’m not sure, I’ve never done anything like this before. Have you?”
“Yes, many times. It will hurt, but no more than you can bear and you may even find you cry real tears, but you won’t have to deal with it alone. I’ll be with you all of the way. What do you think?”
“Oh…what if…what if I want to stop?”
“Say Red and I will stop, but I only want you to say this if you truly can’t take what is happening. Okay?”
I thought for a moment longer. I was about to consent for this man, that I hardly knew, to spank me. “How does this work, I need to know more…Sir.”
“I will spank you with my hand over your trousers and we will see where we go from there, but it will most likely end in a bare bottom spanking for you to really feel the benefit.”
I thought on what he had said and made up my mind to go through with whatever he asked of me. I was so tired of always being in charge and I did bottle it all up inside me, would this really help me feel better? “Okay Sir, I consent for you to spank me.”
“Good girl, you have made a fine start.”