Chapter 3

On the walk down to her cabin she couldn’t help but review what had just happened. She was still in partial shock from the painful experience but found within herself the acknowledgment that the spanking was better than leaving.

She could handle it but she just had to be sure to keep her word with the hard case going forward. She decided she would pay better attention when they were setting up these agreements and would do just about anything to avoid another spanking from the construction guy’s hard hand.

She wears the short sundresses, skirts and the low-cut tops all weeklong. He watches her frequently, never grossly, always with a pleasant smile for her, a funny statement, even the occasional tease.

She came to enjoy his glances, kibitzing and gentle chuckles when she revealed more than she would normally have liked. Over the next six days it became a game for the both of them. She freely flirted with him now and enjoyed her days even though the work was challenging.

Brian was happy, life was getting better again, they may have a future here after all.

With the loss of Brian’s caregiver Mr. Black decided to provide them with an expensive baby monitoring system, utilizing cameras and ear buds, so that she could monitor and hear any sound or movement from within Brian’s room whenever she wanted.

She could see her boy in the crib on the Apple wrist watch he bought her anytime she chose to look. Jen thought the setup was fantastic since she would feel a lot better roaming about the property with her ability to monitor Brian from where ever she was.

One thought, she didn’t know if Mr. Black could see into her bedroom, as well as she could see into Brian’s. She searched and found no cameras but she remained aware that her every move could be recorded and she wouldn’t know it. But the added security for Brian and freedom for her made the uneasiness bearable and then forgotten.

On Sunday evening, rent paying time, Jen stood on the porch at his door step and rang the bell. She was nervous because she hadn’t really looked for a job last week since she had so enjoyed the yard work. She had done a great job, such a great job she was out of work to do for next week, as far as she knew. How would she pay next week’s rent? She hoped he had an idea.

She was dressed in her hottest outfit. ‘What the hell, got it, use it’, was her thought, smiling while preparing for the meeting. He liked her looking sexy, then sexy he would get, so she could get what she wanted. ‘Tit for tat, as the saying goes.’

Checking herself out in the floor length mirror on her bedroom door she thought, ‘And sexy is what he’s getting’.

On opening the door Black asked how Brian was. She tapped the hearing bud that fed her the sounds of his room. It was a small ear bud settled in her left ear, “Sleeping,” she shared with a smile.

He guided her into his living room. A large granite stone fire place was the main feature although almost surpassed by the view out the ten-foot-tall picture windows, running fifteen-feet-wide, on each side of the fireplace. The open beam architecture of the room was beautiful itself in framing the view.

There was a large four-person, chestnut colored, soft leather couch running down one side of the sitting area and opposing the couch were two soft leather wrapped, Parker chairs, sitting on each side of a small table. Parker chairs are well known for their big comfy arms, backs and seats. The great chairs were made for comfortable hours of reading. They had stretchable pockets on each side.

He sat in one of the Parkers. He did not direct her towards anything, nor offer her a chair by any movement, nor statement.

He did however, on catching her eyes with his, looked directly at the throw rug sitting about two feet in front of his shoes.

On the floor in front of him she saw a beautifully crafted, oval shaped, Indian or Arabian plush throw rug. She didn’t know enough about what comes from where but it was from over there, somewhere for sure. She assumed what he wanted so came to stand in front of him, crossing her hands in front of her pelvis as she moved in front of him.

He settled back into his chair, “You look quite attractive this evening. No dirt on your knees, nor scuffs on your cheeks from brushing your hair aside, yes, quite attractive,” he was smiling up at her from his chair.

Her chosen attire was red running shoes, black ankle socks, bare legs, a black high rise mini skirt, riding maybe two inches below her well-formed ass. Her top was short sleeved, green colored, the neck line extending deep enough to reveal the tops of her perfect breasts, incased within a black bra. Her hair was brushed, held up with pretty clips, light on the makeup, she was an absolute beauty in his eyes.

She was really nervous now, ‘What does he want from me? What do I need from him? Where should I sit?’

Still standing in front of him she started to share her accomplishments, “I wanted to let you know that I have accomplished everything we listed out last week. I hope you are satisfied.”

He just stared at her, into her eyes, he said nothing, just breathed and stared. She started trembling a little and she didn’t know why. He saw it, he had been waiting for something like this, “I have a preferred way for female staff to report to me, do you mind?” he asked.

‘Staff? I guess I was, am’, “Ok”, came the tentatively, questioning, reply.

Leaning forward in his chair, he pointed towards the floor in front of her with a vertically held, open side palm. Not a finger, a palm, directing her to, “Please kneel,” he requested quietly.

‘Trigger! Kneeling to report! WTF!’ She was about to say no fucking way when she saw there was a light smile in his eyes. He was having fun, he liked to have fun. ‘Awe fuck it’, she thought, ‘how bad can it be?’

If he wants a little fun at her expense, she could handle it for what she was receiving in return. She slowly folded down onto her knees as his smile increased and he sat back in his chair.

“Now fingers interlocked behind your head.” He was looking into her eyes again and she shuddered while lifting her arms and intertwining her fingers as directed. Her chest had risen appropriately, which was what he wanted and he liked what he saw.

She was being directed, manipulated, she knew it, it felt weird, she could go with it for Brian, but couldn’t help asking, “You prefer women in submissive positions don’t you, are you a misogynist?”

He laughed, “I am not real sure what the title suggests, however, if it means I admire, respect and love beautiful women, then sure.”

Under a light smile he sat back and allowed, “Over the years I have had a lot of subordinates report to me. Women tend to take too long to get to and stay on point. Positioning one such,” he raised his flat open hand again at her, encompassing all of her. “Encourages accurate, precise, reporting. The muscle tension tending to compound, the longer one chats, instead of reports.”

He continued on, “There are a few additional rules while reporting. First, I require detailed, full color reporting. I want to know everything you know, everything you felt, your thoughts, everything, Jen.”

She saw and felt the intensity of his hazel eyes burning into hers. Another shudder flowed through her. Jen was thinking, ‘Ok, I get it, detailed.’

“Second, once a report has been commenced you may not stop, no matter what, once you commence a report you must hold the position until I say thank you and release you from your posture position. Do you understand?

“You can only relax on my saying thank you for your report.” She is nodding her head in understanding but, he prompts her, “Jen?”

Oh, “Yes, Sir, I understand.”

“Good, because failure to hold your position during a report will result in immediate corrective action which could well include the end of our business arrangement, so I am very glad you understand.” ‘Oh shit’, popped into her head.

“Third, any time you and I are in this room together, you are to assume the reporting, kneeling, position to talk with me. Jen, only in this room though, for now, ok?”

She had been holding her position since he had asked her to. Her back was straight, she was straight up on her knees, legs together, elbows pointing off to the sides, fingers interlocked, tits up, tummy flat, beautiful. He complimented her, “I like your positioning, Jen, you may commence your report for this last week’s work. In detail, Jen, I require full, clear, disclosure, everything, no detail to small, understand?”

She nods her head stating, “Yes”. He noted, “No, Sir?

“I started on the north side, where I trimmed...”