It was another long day at the office. I'd finally let Darryl, the new hire, go. It wasn't for a lack of effort on his part, he just wasn't a fit. I've never enjoyed this part of my job, firing someone. It's not that I'm conflict averse. To the contrary, I prefer dealing with conflict head on. The part that I struggle with is knowing that the fact that the person I'm now letting go is out of a job, is partially my falt. Clearly, I missed something in the interview process. This was something I'd have to improve on.
I pulled up to the garage and parked my car, hanging the keys on the hook. As I stepped into the house and walked into the kitchen expectantly, I saw Jasmine wasn't there. It wasn't like her. For the past few months she'd never been late from work without letting me know in advance, and whenever she was home she never missed greeting me in position.
I quickly dialed her number and was surprised when she picked up calmly.
"Hey" she greeted me.
"Is everything okay?" I asked with concern?"
"Ye, I just had a deadline I'd forgotten about and forgot to text you. I'll be home in a bit and get some food on the fire"
Now, I knew something was definitely up. This wasn't like her at all. She knew I didn't really care for the food and something was up that she wasn't telling me.
As Jasmine walked in the door, she saw me sittimg waiting for her on the armchair with her paddle in hand. I couldnt tell if that look on her face was fear, anticipating her punsihment, or could it be the hint of a smile she ws trying to mask?
I wasnt about to have a lengthy conversation if she wasn't being upfront. I'd need to break down her defenses a bit and get her into a place where she'd be open with me.
I moved over to the couch and motioned for her to bend over. She saw I was visibly upset and I could tell it bothered her.
"Can I try and explain what happened, Sir?" she asked?
""You'll get your chance." I said, "but, for now, bend over."
As she bent over my knee, I lifted her dress up above her cheeks. She wasn't wearing panties, a privelege she'd lost this week. I started rubbing her cheeks to get some blood flow going and began paddling her.
"One, thank you, Sir." She counted obediently.
"Two, thank you, Sir."
I began increasing the intensity. Usually, I'd stop after twenty strokes but I knew it wouldn't be enough for what I was trying to achieve tonight.
"Forty, thank you, Sir." She gasped as her voice began to crack. Her cheeks were bright red with the center starting to turn purple. Jasmine had a high pain tolerance, but with the Intensity of my swings it was getting to her.
"Forty-five, thank you, Sir." She whispered barely audibly between sobs. Her cheeks had mean looking dark purple welts at this point. Even though I knew she'd take them without using her safeword, there was no reason to continue further. Her defenses were completely broken.
"Are you ready to talk?" I asked gently.
She nodded between sobs.
"You had me worried. What happened today? Don't give me any stories about forgetting to text. What really hapened?"
"I'm sorry, sir." She whispered. "I just needed attention and I felt like you've been distant this past week. Youve been so stressed with everything going on it work. You've walked in and gone through our routine but it didn't feel the same." she sobbed.
"I'm sorry, baby. I didn't realize you were feeling it. You know my work can get to me and I also struggle to be present which isn't fair to you.im sorry about that. Even so, you know that's now how you're supposed to bring it up. I need you to voice it. I need you to tell me how youre feeling. I always want to be there for you, but this isnt how i want you to get my attention."
"I know." She whispered. "I'm sorry. Do you forgive me?"
"Of course, Baby" I said as I held her head in my arms stroking her hair.
"Come on. Let's get some moisturizer on that before It starts breaking" I said as I gently stroked her butt.
I placed her gently on the couch as I went to the medicine cabinet to get the cream and found her cuddled in a ball when I got back. I gently kissed her on the forehad and began rubbing the cream in. She gasped slightly woth the touch but it was necessary to make sure it didn't get worse.
"How are you feeling?" I asked?
"I think I might need one of those new standing desks I've seen popping around the office, for a while." She giggled.
She'd be okay. Jasmin was a strong girl. That's what I loved about her. She was resilient. Even when she had a low she pulled back to her innocent core, which I found ao attractive.
I kissed her on the forehead again as she closed her eyes content, with her head in my arms.
To be continued.