Chapter 3

The next morning I got a call and I heard a familiar voice on the phone. I asked, “Is this Alisa or Allie?”

“It’s Alisa, of course. You may meet Allie at some future date because she’s been such a naughty girl. Meanwhile, I know there were some things you wanted to do with me, and some others that I wanted to do as well.”

“That’s certainly true.”

“Then come on over, I’ll be waiting for you.”

That sounded splendid. When I arrived at her house, I saw that she was wearing a skirt, although not the really short one I had seen the day before. I knew why she was wearing such a garment. As she had said, we had some catching up to do from the day before.

Her behind was still sore, yet we had two very good sessions of cowgirl-style sex. The first time, she mounted me as I sat on a footstool near her couch. For the second go-round, I sat on her kitchen table as she bounced on me as I held her.

After that, I drove her to a place to get lunch, and then we went to a seating area overlooking the Hudson River. She had done some recent research into the physiology of spankings. It was a bit amusing that she had developed an interest in all that beyond merely participating in it.

Her explanations were quite intense yet serious. “The reason some people get turned on by them is that one’s blood flows into the buttocks when those are hit, and thus it goes into the genitals too. So some men get erections and some women get pussy arousal.”

“Thank you, Professor Balint; that was very informative. I’ve heard that some people can get orgasms just from being spanked.”

“It’s possible, I suppose. A common reaction is that people like it and don’t like it at the same time. They have pain in their behinds but pleasure in their crotches. Such people like us are referred to as spankos.” She confided something to me. “When you took my panties off yesterday, I got a twitch in my behind. It was a delicious mixture of fear and anticipation.”

She winked at me. “Of course, if they get aroused, some people have an urgent need to masturbate afterwards. Or, if there is a friend at hand, they will want to bang that person.”

“We certainly saw that yesterday. Hey, what was that line about, ‘have you ever been laid with your shoes off?’”

“Oh, that. I think it’s Norman Mailer in The Naked and The Dead. I’m also not sure if it’s his shoes or socks. It might even be James Jones who wrote it.”

“So what’s the point of it?”

“It’s two soldiers in World War II hazing each other. He’s accusing the other guy of only having sex with prostitutes or skanks. It’s like he’s too rushed to get all of his footgear off.”

“That’s pretty funny. How do you define skank?”

She was completely deadpan when she responded, “It’s somebody who has had more sexual partners than I’ve had.”

I had no idea what that number was; it wasn’t something that we talked about. Neither did she know my count, which was only two, my ex-wife Sarah and her. Couples don’t have to reveal every detail of their past lives.

“So, Steve, I’m working on my next plot, maybe for next weekend. This time, you are going to be the submissive or bottom or whatever term you want to use.”

“So I’m finally going to find out if that really appeals to me.”

“You can always ask for egg salad if you want it.” That was the safe phrase we had agreed on. “But if you get through it, you’ll have a very pleasing outcome like you did yesterday.”

I didn’t learn much about this new game except that it was loosely based on the publishing company where we worked. She was going to be Ms. Balint, my boss, and I was going to be a wayward employee. I wouldn’t even know what I had done wrong until I got there.

We were going to use her apartment again. There was a small room that she used as a home office, and that was where I would meet her. On that Saturday, I wore a suit and she had lent me a set of keys so I could get through her front door. I went to her office door and knocked on it.

“Come in, it’s not locked.” I went in and found her sitting behind her desk. “Close the door but don’t sit down, Russo. I have an important issue to discuss with you.” So we were going to be on a last name basis, as it used to be in offices before about 1960.

She came around and sat on the front edge of her desk with her legs crossed. I had a few moments to assess who I had in front of me.

She was wearing a suit too, plus a white shirt, nylon stockings, and black medium-heeled shoes. The most notable thing I saw was that she had dark-rimmed glasses on. I guessed that the lenses were faked, mere plain glass, and later I found out that I was correct. Overall, she was projecting an image of a woman in her early thirties, but that was just my estimate.

For a moment, she just looked at me as I held my hands folded in front of me. Her right leg was crossed over the other one and she slowly moved it back and forth.

Finally, she said, “The reason I called you in here today is that your work performance has been completely subpar. You know how important it is that we meet our annual financial targets by the end of September.”

That was based on the real situation in our company. We published books for lawyers, most of them in loose-leaf binders that could be updated every year with some replacement pages. August and especially September were known as “busy season” as everybody scrambled to meet the deadline.

Alisa hadn’t witnessed one of those yet, but she knew all about it based on what I had told her. Both of us were “production editors.” We didn’t know it yet, but the publishing world was almost at the end of the clunky, partially analog “photo-offset” printing era that had started more than two decades earlier.

Alisa had a knack for remembering details which she used to good effect while playing Ms. Balint. Anyway, I knew I had to respond with some statement, and all I could think of was, “Yes, ma’am, I understand.”

Nobody used sir and ma’am in white-collar jobs any longer, but it seemed to fit with the setting she had created.

My boss said, “Do you now? Yet you are behind in every one of your projects. Other people have to help you out, which takes them away from their own work. Even I have had to pitch in, and I have a lot of other things to worry about. I know you’ve only been here for a few months, but it’s vital that everyone here hits the ground running.”

That was such a cliché in the business world. Probably Alisa was expressing her fears of what would happen that fall. I used my own experiences to come up with an answer.

“You know that many of these authors are always late with both their manuscripts and then their proofs.”

“Yes, that goes without saying. Your job is to cope with the conditions here, not follow your own whims. That’s why the company is paying your salary.”

I again went to last year’s experiences. “Ma’am, you also know that James Radin is practically rewriting his book in the proofing stage. He keeps asking to see new ones over and over again.” Radin was a partner at a big New York law firm.

“I know all about him. Yet you stupidly told one of his associates, and I quote, ‘these schedules are not realistic.’ You must be a fool to reveal confidential company operations to an author or his staff.”

That had gotten me into trouble the previous year. The associate had blabbed to his boss, who then called my boss’s boss. I had broken the unspoken cardinal rule about not making my superiors look bad.

“Ma’am, I will do better in the future, I promise.”

“Promises are just words. There has to be consequences for this that you will remember.”

She looked away from me, scowling furiously about my missteps. Alisa must have liked the gimmick she had used the previous week because Ms. Balint did virtually the same thing as Allie had.

She put her left foot up on the desktop and spread her legs wide. Her short skirt rode up to her hips. I knew I shouldn’t look, but my curiosity got to me. What I noticed was that she had no drawers on under her pantyhose. Instead, I had a good view of her dark pubic hair showing through the nylon.

This Ms. Balint may be annoying, but she sure has a fine-looking pussy.

In a few moments, she noticed what I was doing and she slammed her legs together. “You have some nerve looking under my skirt.”

I couldn’t use my previous tactic of telling her to be more careful in how she placed her legs. She had to pile it on just like Allie had done. “What, do you masturbate while thinking of me? You’re a bigger jerk than I had imagined.”

“I’m sorry ma’am, I made a mistake.”

“Yeah, I bet. Anyway, we have more important problems to deal with. Obviously, I can’t get rid of you right now because we need all hands on deck.” Another business cliché. “But after September, I’m going to have to reevaluate your position here.”

Damn, she’s already threatening to fire me. “I have said that I understand my shortcomings and I will work to overcome them.”

“You certainly will, provided you accept the discipline I am going to inflict on you. That will serve two purposes. First, it will remind you to be more diligent in the future. Also, it is punishment for your past carelessness.”

She leaned forward for emphasis. “Let me be clear about this. If you don’t accept it, I will definitely fire you at the beginning of October. If that will happen, you better start updating your résumé immediately.”

You nasty twat, I’ll just quit first. Yet she was sharper than I had expected, and she seemed to read my mind.

“I know what you’re thinking, that you’ll simply resign. Well, Russo, how confident are you in your abilities? Do you think you’ll get a new job quickly enough? Don’t expect to rely on unemployment benefits, because I’m going to make sure they know you were fired for cause.”

In other words, no bogus layoff excuse for me. “Ma’am, I will comply with whatever you request.” This is bullshit; she’s just worried that I’ll leave and her department will be short-handed during a critical time period.

“You don’t even know what I’m going to do yet.”

“True, so what will it be?”

I hadn’t noticed it because it was flat on her desk, but she reached over to pick up a wooden paddle. The business end of it was oval-shaped and it was bigger and thicker than the hairbrush I had used on Allie. Ms. Balint tested it against the palm of her left hand.

“Do you know what corporal punishment is?”

“I’ve heard of it.”

“Then let me explain the details of what I’m proposing. As my late mother used to say, ‘you’re never too old for a good spanking.’”

I bet that old dame must have been a real piece of work.

“A beating on the exposed buttocks works best as she’d often say.” That old lady also had a flair for words. “So first, I’ll sit in my chair behind the desk. I’ll take your trousers down and put you over my lap. Then I’ll spank your bare behind with my hand until I think you’ve had an adequate amount. Finally, to finish you off, I’ll whack you with my paddle to make sure you’re thoroughly thrashed. Is all that clear?”

“Yes, ma’am it’s very clear.”

“Have you ever been spanked before, even by your family?”

“No, I never have.”

“Then this will be a new experience for you. And keep in mind, even though I am a woman, I can deliver quite a wallop. Don’t underestimate me.”

Alisa, you’re just guessing because you’ve never done this before either. Yet, I could feel that twitch in my ass that she had described a week earlier. “Ms. Balint, I’ve never underestimated you.”

“Well, you’ve certainly been quite frivolous about my authority since you got hired. Or maybe you’re just confused. Either way, it doesn’t matter to me.”

Then she did that finger-wagging thing again. “Something else to remember is that merely submitting to me doesn’t guarantee that you’ll keep your job. I’ll still expect a significant improvement in your work habits in the next few weeks.”

Then she just looked at me for a few seconds. Her next words were, “Well, Russo, I assume we are in agreement about his. Be a man about it and take your discipline bravely.” That’s notable, she is making an appeal to my manhood. “So let’s get to it, right now.”

She walked over to her chair and made several preparations for the act to follow. Before she sat down, she removed her jacket and rolled up the right sleeve of her shirt. That was a bit of theater to show that she meant business. The jacket was left on the desktop.

Also, she pushed the arms of the chair up, and she reached down to lock the wheels so it wouldn’t roll around. All very thorough, indeed.

Then she opened a desk drawer and took out a leather glove, which she put on her right hand. I must have mentioned something about how sore my own hand had become, but I didn’t remember saying it.

As a final touch, she took out a towel and unfolded it on her lap. That way, I assumed, my filthy genitals wouldn’t be in contact with her crisp black skirt. What a prissy little cunt you are.

I was disliking her even more than I had Allie earlier. Yet that bad schoolgirl had come through in a big way for me at the end. I hoped my boss would too. After all, I had been promised a “very pleasing outcome” this time too.

Then she did that finger-crooking gesture I had seen before, which was a signal for me to come over to her. As I stood to her right, she reached to unbuckle my pants. I’m perfectly capable of taking down my own trousers. I didn’t say that, however.

Yet she must have enjoyed lowering my garment below my knees as I had enjoyed stripping Allie before. However, she left my underpants in place. Instead, she gently pulled me down over her knees. At that point, she did yank my drawers down too.

I understood that she could avoid looking at my cock that way. Baby, with any luck, you’re going to see it soon enough. In any case, she was doing a great job of playing a woman older than I was instead of one quite a bit younger.

I got my final instructions. “Keep your feet on the floor. I don’t want you swinging your legs around and hitting me in the head with your shoes. Also, if you really can’t take it and change your mind, say ‘egg salad.’ “ Finally, the safe phrase. “If I don’t hear that, I’m not going to stop regardless of what else you say. But that is the coward’s way out. English schoolgirls used to be caned by their headmistresses and teachers, and that was a lot more painful than what I’m going to do to you.”

Then I got my first taste of pleasure. She used her bare, warm left hand to fondle my butt and my upper thighs. Of course, I go instantly erect from that stimulus. I figured she had to feel that against her lap, but she didn’t comment on it. My prospects were starting to look better.

She commented on my body. “Young men have such nice taut buttocks. It’s a pity I have to punish it so severely, but you’ll understand eventually that it’s for your own good.” That was almost as ridiculous as, this is going to hurt me more than it hurts you.

After she had lifted the tail of my jacket out of the way, there was little warning beyond an elaborate sigh on her part and her statement, “Okay, the time has come for this.” With that, she began a hard and steady spanking of me. As I had done with Allie, Ms. Balint alternated between each side. I involuntarily said something like “Ah,” each time she hit me.

She also had to talk a lot, much like I had done. “Yes, I can see that this is having a very beneficial effect on you.” I looked back and up at her, and she had a very intent look on her face. This lady has a job to do and she’s doing it well.