Mmm – now that’s a sexy little question for you. Well, it’s after Christmas and I must say the holiday was a hell of a lot of fun – nothing tremendously huge that went on but certain things were – well mind bending. Lovely gifts, good food and wine, and a little magic in truth. I guess the old saying is true, anything can happen at Christmas.
So in talking with John Patrick, he was commenting how completely unfocused I’ve been. He’s right. There have been a hell of a lot of reasons of course and trying to get myself back on track has been a bit difficult. The holidays setting in didn’t help anything either. His comment was I needed a hard spanking to get me back on track, or to entice my motivation. He has no idea how right he is. You know my thoughts of this. Women thrive on spankings. The holidays exacerbate everything to the point we tend to flounder and let dram intervene at the worst possible moments. While the holiday has been pretty quiet, I can feel I’m right on that edge.
I have an upcoming release and the book is the perfect enticement for all bad little girls. The book is the second in the new collection and started with my characters from Spankdown. I’m very happy to give you a taste. Spankings are such incredible occurrences and I know I’ll be getting one soon – well, so I hear since I’m such a naughty girl. Please enjoy and if you’re curious how the entire collection started, the purchase link to Spankdown is at the end. Naughty Nights Press has out a special price on the sexy book just in time to “wet” your appetite. I hope you enjoy.
SPANK ME – ENTICED MOTIVATION
“Gavin, can I talk with you for a few minutes?”
Gavin Bellows could tell his assistant was overly agitated by her clipped tone, the hint of arrogance in her voice. While Stacy was normally very calm, taking everything the, almost always difficult advertising, world had to offer in stride, today was not one of those days. A quick glance at her crimson face and white lips confirmed his diagnosis. She was fucking pissed off. “What’s wrong?”
“May I be frank?” Huffing, she came all the way into his office, slamming the door behind her.
As the screen on his computer monitor drew his attention he raised his eyebrow, tossing his pen over the keyboard. Somehow he didn’t think he was going to get any additional work accomplished for a while. “Of course. My door is always open.” Except when slammed closed by an irate employee.
“Good. Great. I’m glad.” Folding her arms across her chest, Stacy paced back and forth in front of his desk, her eyes flashing.
He followed her path with his eyes for a full minute before clearing his throat. “Do I need to be here for this?”
Stopping short she snorted. “Don’t take up for her.”
“For whom?” Now he was growing agitated, although he had no doubt whom the person was Stacy was getting ready to spew about. Everyone in the office had a beef with the employee in question.
“You know who I’m talking about. That two-faced, nasty, wretched, snake in the grass, bitch on high heels.” Her eyes opening wide, she slapped her hand across her mouth, a blush creeping up from her neck.
Gavin had to admit he was growing weary of fielding nasty comments, concerns from clients, pointed emails, and overall bad attitudes embroiling the staff. The air of discord was attributable to one person, one very formidable woman – Christina Fontaine. “What did Christina do this time?”
“Remember Mr. Johnson, senior Mr. Johnson?” she asked as she closed the distance to his desk, leaning over and giving him a pointed look.
“Yeah. He’s the grand-pappy of our biggest client. Why are you asking?”
“Because,” her voice dripped with sarcasm, “Christina took it upon herself to tell him off in front of his grandson, two other members of their Board of Directors, as well as our receptionist that their latest product didn’t appeal to pretty much anyone and his ways were stodgy, or as I was told, she mentioned he was going down with a hard thud.”
“What?” Gavin realized he was moving to a standing position, albeit on shaky legs. His firm was already inching day by day toward the red, expenses way too high and income not nearly where it had been even a year before. To even think about pissing off a client, especially one who’d been their only gravy train for years, was reprehensible. “I’m sorry. Repeat what you said.”
“I don’t think you want me to, nor do you want to hear their response. Do you?” Stacy asked as she shook her head. “The woman is a true menace to Bellows and Mathers.”
Soon to be Bellows, Mathers, and Fontaine. The thought was sickening. Christina had earned her stripes over the years, but was growing increasingly difficult to work with. Something had to give or he’d be forced to make a decision he very well could regret – one way or the other. “I know Christina has been experiencing some issues as of late, but her ideas are spot on, her instinct right on the money, and she’s made a lot of money for this firm.”
“Since when?” A wry smile crossed her face.
To be challenged by a twenty-something-year-old assistant really got his goat. As a trickle of sweat oozed down the back of his neck, he sighed. This was one of the ‘no one was going to see him space or freak out’ moments. ‘I appreciate the fact you brought this to my attention. I’ll have a talk with Christina and find out if there’s something going on we’re not aware of. There are twists and turns in advertising, Stacy.”
“Twists and turns? You mean like the possibility she needs a CAT scan, or better yet, a swift kick to the ass? There’s a twist for you. She gets the boot.” As if realizing she was way out of line she looked away and grimaced. “I’m sorry. I’m…no pretty much everyone is just really frustrated and no one has the balls to talk to you. Go figure.”
Well, Stacy certainly did. “I’m glad you feel you’re able to.” Gavin walked around his desk and smiled, giving her his most confident look. Inside he was seething, his patience at the end of what had been one long and frayed rope. Christina was a fine Vice President when she wanted to be, but had never garnered the respect of the employees, even on day one. Now this? “Go back to work and I’ll take everything you said into consideration.” He was keenly aware he sounded more like a practiced politician than the owner of one of the most well known advertising agencies on the East Coast.
“Hmm… Okay. I appreciate you listening.” Stacy’s words were sincere but her look was cautious. To date, no one had dressed Christina down for any of her bad behavior.
He walked Stacy to the door, keeping the smile plastered on his face. “By the way, we have a staff meeting in the morning. If you will, remind everyone via email.”
“Certainly, Mr. Bellows.”
Certainly, Mr. Bellows. The girl was beyond pissed and didn’t believe he’d do anything. Well bully for her. After closing the door and walking back to his desk, he stared out the window for a few minutes. What in the hell was he supposed to do? He didn’t want to fire Christina. Pretty much two other agencies were ready to scoff her up, gleaning every bit of her expertise as they began the climb to the top. Right now that wouldn’t be tough to do.
Sitting down slowly, he tapped the top of his desk. They were in a complicated position given the two new contracts they were vying for. Any concept there were issues within the company could knock them out of contention. The truth was he’d counseled Christina, or at least attempted to, on more than one occasion. Nothing seemed to work with her. She remained arrogant, pig- headed, and overly opinionated.
Granted, having fucked her on top of his desk after one late night meeting certainly might be part of the problem. Gavin closed his eyes, remembering the tasty moment with delight as well as chagrin. She was as much of a wild cat in bed as she was in business. What the woman needed was someone who could control her, reign her in, and he was determined to be that man. However, his tactics needed to change.
How hard do you need your spanking?
Who knew an old fashioned spanking was a motivation tool? Spank Me is a highly respectable corporal punishment firm, catering to providing hard spankings in any method – that is, for a price. After reading the vivid, and very detailed, brochure on corporal punishment methods, Gavin Bellows is convinced the methodology is perfect for one, very naughty, employee.
Christina Fontaine is intelligent, damn good at her job, and yet, one mouthy woman, alienating every employee with her ballsy attitude.
Complaints on the rise, something had to give. On the firing block, Gavin is ready to terminate her position, until a wild idea forms in the back of his mind, an inspiration, no doubt crossing the lines.
Christina hungers for a man she has no business flirting with. Yet, she can’t get Gavin off her mind, her behavior bordering on ridiculous and dominating. Her fantasies about the rough-hewn man were extraordinary, leaving her only more determined. After crossing the line one too many times, she knows her ass is on the line. Determined to win back his favor, as well as his heart, she finagles her way into a harsh agreement in order to keep her job. Or, so she thought.
Little did Christina know, Gavin has the upper hand. A weekend in the country proves to be more than just a method of control, and her entire concept of work ethics and relationships is challenged. Harsh discipline…but, the question is, can she handle the heat?
I hope you enjoyed…
Kisses and Spanks
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